Linka kept her head rested on the window for most of the drive. She looked up and placed her head on the back of the front seats as Castiel offered Dean a small pill bottle. She stuck her hand out.

"I'll have a couple." Dean gave her a shocked look. "What? We are taking on the devil I deserve something to take the edge off, as Castiel always tells me." She grabbed the bottle and popped a few into her mouth. She saw he was still shocked and slightly appalled. "Don't judge me." She said snappily. "After I had to deal with you I should not be judged."

"Linka you might not want to mention anything about that."

"He already knows about what happened to Sam so why should I spare the details about what happened after that?" Castiel looked at her in the rear view mirror. She turned her head slightly annoyed at him. "And I know that you're curious Dean. So don't try to deny it and say that you don't want to know too much about your future."

"So what happened exactly?"

"You broke." She said as she slipped her head in between the two in the front. "You broke and I tried to pick up the pieces, but it was like picking up broken glass so I got cut in the process."

"Care to be a little more descriptive?" Dean asked her.

"Do you really want me to do that?" She waited. There wasn't a protest. "Oh for the love of God." She sighed. "At first you refused it. You didn't want to accept the fact that that it happened that your little brother said yes. You kept telling me that this wasn't real and that it wasn't happening. Then you started to blame yourself for it, and occasionally me." She moved her hand over her shoulder. "You just kept on thinking that you drove him to do it. After it finally sank in it was like you shut yourself off."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Do you remember when you first met me?"

"Yeah, you were a little creepy and very serious."

"Yeah, so imagine that only with more rage." It was silent for a second.

"It was bad." Castiel said after the moments of empty air.

"That would be an understatement." Linka said. She could tell that this was a little jarring for 2009 Dean to hear. "So after that you started your camp for the survivors and we've been working at trying to contain and isolate the Croatoan virus ever since." She tilted her head to him and smiled like she had just finished telling a sweet story to a child.

"Well that's just great…"

"Yeah… it's peachy." She and Castiel said at the same time. It was silent for a minute, an awkward silence that held so many questions. They hung in the air swirling around everyone's head and drifting in and out of their minds.

"Dean just so you know, we all tried to stop…" She stopped when he looked at her. She pressed her lips and leaned back looking around avoiding eye contact at the awkward moment.

"What?"

"Nothing." She shook her head and stole glance at him before she moved her eyes around trying to find a different focal point. "It's just that…I just want to say that for the record this could be avoided."

"What? How?" Dean and Castile asked her at the same time.

"Castiel are you so far gone that you can't remember what I've telling you for like the past year?"

"Possibly." She rolled her eyes.

"Dean." She sounded more serious like she did when she was fourteen. "I don't want to sound all preachy or anything but you have to trust Sam." It was quiet but she pressed on. "Dean you have to take a backseat on occasion. I know that you feel like you are obligated to take care of him and look out for his best interests but that is a large part of the reason why he did what he did."

"What…"

"You don't know what it's like to have no control of your own life. It sucks for the record. Trust me on that one." Dean looked at her. He never really looked closely at her face before, mostly because fourteen year old Linka didn't like it and she always looked away or moved her hair so it covered half of her face. She looked tired. She always looked tired. The dark circles under her eyes were a deeper richer shade of purple, blue, black and had spread farther out. Above the stained skin were her eyes. Around her pupil was a rich golden honey color that faded out into a mist grey blue color. They were pretty but they seemed to be filled with pain and a desire to let someone know about something a pleading sense filtered to their surface.

"Dean, I never really understood the relationship of your family and I probably never will get it but from an outsider perspective you just need to trust him." She moved back away from Dean and smiled at him.

They all leaned up against a car and looked up at the building. Linka held her gun close to her chest. She wasn't paying attention to the conversations that were going on. She turned to 2009 Dean and leaned close to him.

"Good- bye Dean. It was nice to see you again or… it's kinda of confusing to explain but good-bye. Try to remember what I said alright?"She looked up at the 2014 Dean and quickly went t back to fake checking her gun as he pulled past Dean off to the side.

Linka looked up and saw 2014 Dean kneel next to her. She noticed the absences of 2009 Dean. She glared through displeasure and hatred.

"So your better half decided to sit this one out." Linka said with bitterness coating her words.

"Linka I couldn't risk…" She added more anger into her gaze. He stopped. She leaned her head close to his, her lips almost touching the skin on his neck.

"Don't pretend with me. I know that he didn't approve of this mission and you just wanted to keep him from messing this up for you. Don't you try to make this seem like a mission that we will walk away from. Don't try to pretend like this will go as you think it will and all the horror in the world will disappear and we will all live happily ever after. I know I am going to die today." She moved her head away and gave him a venomous glance. She hoisted the gun higher and closer to her chest and looked at the building.

"Linka…"

"Don't even try it." She said without looking at him. Her last words to him sounded cutting and cruel. She glanced back at him. She knew this would be their last earthly meeting. "I'm sorry." She said bluntly. She knew that her sudden change in attitude would confuse him. "I'm angry with you but I am sorry." She turned her head back to face him. She lowered her voice. "I'm going to die. So needless to say I'm a little upset." She felt like a kid again trying make a bleak situation with no happy outcome sound like nothing. "I'm sorry and I hope that you make peace with what you need to." She stood up and moved to the door of the building quickly. The others followed her leaving 2014 Dean alone.