Author's Note

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Every time the car hit a speed bump she would flinch. Every time Dean stopped short she would flinch. Every time that the seat belt pressed against the long raised scar on her chest she would flinch and hiss in pain. She would look forward and see Dean glance back at her and see Sam and his worried face staring at her. She didn't like it. She was not the kind of girl who needed to be worried about. She was strong, independent, brave, smart, and a force to be reckoned with. She had been that. Now she was the type of girl who needed doors opened for her and have people ask her if she was okay. She was a weak, poor, scared little girl who needed two big strong men to take care of her. She fell asleep. She was so tired from even the smallest amount of physical effort. Her head hung down over her chest and loose strands of hair brushed against her face. She looked almost dead

She heard her name being repeated. She flipped her head up. The car was stopped. She slid out of the back seat and looked around.

"Why are we here?" She turned to them.

"Well we aren't here for very long." Sam said to her.

"Okay so if there is something going on we should go." She said as she put her hand on the car door.

"No,"

"No?"

"No, we will be going." Dean motioned to Sam and himself. She understood. She backed away from them. She felt a stab in her heart, it wasn't from the recent surgery. She looked at them with accusing eyes. She didn't want to accept it.

"No, no you can't do this to me." She said.

"Linka…"

"No! I am not going to be abandoned! I am not someone who you can get rid of when it pleases you. You need me!" She knew it was a lie. They didn't need her anymore than she needed a tutorial on how to do an exorcism. She felt betrayed by them. She was tired of being discarded.

"Linka, this is for your…"

"Don't try to make yourself sound noble! Just say what you are really doing. You are deserting me! Well you know what fine! I am tired of all this crap! I am done with being left in my time of need. So go, go and leave me alone!" She grabbed her bags and walked away and up the steps.

Linka lay on the sofa her fingertips resting on the ground, her eyes fixed on her fingers. She had been quiet and barely moved. She was wallowing in herself pity and thoughts of being useless and unwanted. "Linka."

"Leave me alone." She said as she rolled over so she was facing the back of the couch. She didn't want to talk or be talked to.

"Okay this is just stupid. You're acting childish." Linka shot up right and whipped around so she was facing Bobby. She was glaring at him with eyes that could have burnt a hole in a concrete block.

"Childish?" He was surprised that she had moved that quickly. "I'm acting childish? I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you were in charge of my emotions."

"Calm down girl, I'm just saying you're over re-acting to this."

"Over re-acting?" She said with an eerie sense of calm in her voice. "Well I am so sorry for that!" Sarcasm and bitterness dripped from her words. "I suppose I am over re-acting to the fact that my dad died in my arms, my God deserted me, I had an angel rip me apart from the inside, I can't do anything without massive amounts of pain, and the two people I thought of as my only friends now left me! And it's not like I have cut myself off from any of my emotions and basically killed my soul for the past ten years or anything." She was furious at everything. She stood up and seemed to take up the entire room with her presence. " I am allowed to do this you know! I am allowed to have my moments of weakness and desperation! I am useless now! I have nothing and I am allowed to be angry! But if you have a problem with it by all means I will stop. I am so sorry If I have offended you in any way. Please oh please tell me what I can do to right the wrongs that I have done." The sarcasm was coating everything that left her mouth. She got up quickly and walked away. She could feel her heart straining from her anger. She locked the bathroom door behind her and sank down against it.

Linka flipped her head up and gasped. She leaned forward and the seatbelt dug into her sternum. She hissed and fell back against the seat.

"You alright Linka?" Dean glanced over his shoulder. She looked around. The light was fading as she sat in the backseat.

"Yeah, I just had a weird dream." She moved her hand to her neck and down the chain of her cross. Her fingers stopped when she felt her skin in the uneven line. She looked down at it. She hated it. She thought about her dream. All her anger was still there. Her fear of being left still swam in her mind.

"Hey guys…" She said softly hoping that they wouldn't hear.

"What?"

"Nothing." She said quickly. There was more than nothing, there was everything. She looked out the window again.

"Why did you do it?" She turned her head.

"Do what?" She asked.

"Why did you let yourself be Michael's temporary vessel?" Sam asked from the front.

"I don't know, I agreed to be any angel's vessel if they needed it."

"But why let yourself be used like that?"

"I don't know Sam. I guess I'm just an angelic slut." She said sarcastically but with a touch of humor. Dean scoffed and laughed a little. "What?" She asked.

"Nothing, just I've never heard anyone refer to being a vessel as that."

"That's because I've been a vessel to multiple angels multiple times."

"So this wasn't your first time then?" Dean said in an equally cocky yet humorous tone. She smacked him on the shoulder.

"That is just wrong." She said faking dismay and disgust. She laughed a little but stopped when she felt pressure in her chest. She took a sudden and sharp breathe then couldn't take anymore. Her lungs were having trouble expanding. She knew this would happen.

"You're a very lucky girl."

"Luck can be good or bad." Linka said quietly. The nurse looked at her like a mother. She was middle aged and had kids of her own that were on the brink of being teenagers. She looked at this girl with pity. She was so young but she knew that the girl had seen too much in her life.

"Listen, sweetie…"

"My name is Linka."

"Alright, Linka. My name is Angie. That is a very pretty name."

"My dad named me." She said flatly.

"Is one of the men who brought you in…"

"My dad is dead, so is my mom." She said without any emotion.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's ok." Linka looked up at Angie. "Am I going to be able to do anything anymore?" Angie put her hand on Linka's shoulder as she sat next to her on the bed.

"Linka, you suffered from some major internal damage. Although I've never seen anyone take out a nurse and almost make it out of here after waking up from open heart surgery." She smiled as she said that. A smile flicker of a smile moved across Linka's lips. "You won't be an invalid if that's what you mean. You will have to take it easy."

"Well there go all my dreams of becoming an Olympic athlete." Linka said sarcastically.

"Your heart is going to be weaker and it will be constricted because of the scar tissue. Over the next couple weeks your breathing is going to be more difficult. Your lungs collapsed and we re-inflated them but it is still going to be difficult." Linka lifted her head a little.

"There are going to be other possible complications for you."

"As if my life wasn't complicated enough."