It was quiet. Linka sat in the passenger's seat and looked out the window. It had been quiet since she got in the car. She coughed a little.

"You say something?"

"No" Again silence. "It's nice out." Linka said.

"You are seriously going to talk about the weather?"

"Well it is nice out." Linka turned her head away from the window. "So, how are you?"

"Oh I'm just dandy."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"No, I would never do that."

"Well it seems like you are."

"You don't get out much do you?"

"What are you talking about I am always out. I have been hunting and travelling since I was little."

"You see."

"See what?" Linka just didn't get what he was trying to say.

"So, how long have you been working for the people upstairs?"

"Since I was four."

"How's that working out for you?"

"Alright." Linka turned back to the window. She didn't like that fact that he wanted to talk about her job.

"So how were you chosen?" Dean asked.

"Why do you want to know?" Linka asked hoping he would drop the subject.

"Well you and Cas keep mentioning that you were chosen."

"It was a long time ago and it isn't really that important. So I would say just leave it alone." She leaned her head against the window. It was cool. She glanced sideways. Dean was looking forward and being quiet. She looked back out the window. It had to be close to late morning or possibly noon. She didn't really care sometimes time just disappeared. She tried to forget what Dean had said. It had drawn up memories. She suppressed them, like she often did and listened.

Linka lay on the worn bed spread waiting for a voice. She had been doing this for hours waiting for someone to speak to her. All she heard was silence. She opened her eyes. The ceiling was cracking and the paint was peeling off in the corners. Linka sat up and pulled her knees close to her chest. The bed spread was old and faded and had a few questionable stains in one of the corners. She grimaced at the thought of how they came to be. She was happy that she didn't have to sleep in a cold hard truck, but she was starting to question the motel choice.

"I wouldn't be surprised if I walk out of here with some lung infection."

"Why would you?"Linka turned her head to Dean.

"This place is probably infested with mold, and mold can cause problems with lungs."

"Yeah, but you can just fix yourself up right?"

"No, I can't heal myself. If you're wondering how I healed Bobby it was because I was channeling an angel. "She paused and looked at her palms. There were no marks to show where her skin had burned and no lines or scars to show where new skin had re-grown. "Besides, my body can't handle stuff like that all the time." She moved from the center to the edge of the bed. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah what?" She thought.

"Never mind. It sounded better in my head."

"What were you going to ask?" Linka shifted her eyes a little so she could see Dean out the corners of them.

"Well, am I making you uncomfortable in anyway?"

"What?"

"It seems to me like you don't know how talk to a girl who you aren't trying to… um…" She didn't know how to word it properly. She felt her face get warm. "Who you are…um…well you know." She said rather awkwardly. There was an awkward silence. "If that is the case I'm sorry." She looked to the corners of the room and the floor to avoid eye contact.

"I'll tell you if you tell me something."

"I am not telling you about how…"

"Not that. Why did you want to help Cas now? You could have helped him track down Raphael, but you didn't so why now?"

"I was given an order, very recently, to help you and Castiel. Before that I was told nothing about Castiel's situation."

"So what you just stand by and watch until you get the go ahead?"

"Pretty much, I have to follow the orders I am given. I actually have a lot of restriction on what I can and cannot do."

"Like what?"

"No, I answered your question you answer mine. Do I make you uncomfortable because I am not one of those cheap bar floozies that you have your way with and then leave her after you've had your fun?"

"Well when you put it that way. Yeah" She gave him a reproachful look. She didn't like people who indulged in the carnal desires of the flesh.

"Ok." She paused for a second. "Do you really want to know about my restrictions? I mean it isn't anything spectacular or anything. It is just the basics."

"Basics?"

"Yeah, like I need to live a righteous life."

"In English please." She sighed deeply

"I can't take the lord's name in vain, I can't lie, cheat, or steal, I have to fast at least once a week, I have to honor my father, I must not follow the devil, I must not be tempted by anything or anyone, I must not bear false witness, I must not take revenge, I will obey my orders, I cannot consume alcohol unless it is for religious purposes, I must not covet anything, I must not fall prey to any of the seven deadly sins, and I must remain pure. To name a few. So can you drop it already?" Linka was getting agitated at this constant probing. She had never spoken of this to anyone and she felt weird revealing the secrets of her contract to someone who she had just met. It was a sensitive issue.

"What does that 'remain pure mean?"

"What do you think it means?" she was pretty uncomfortable with that particular topic on her list of restrictions.

"So you are a virgin right?"

"Of course!" She was a little annoyed that he would think that she was not one.

"What is it with all the virgins lately?"

"I work for heaven! It is one of the greatest sins to give into your carnal and primal desires. When you people learn?"She was really annoyed at this point. She had explained the greatest sin routine over and over again. She stood up. "I am going to get a shower." She walked to the bathroom. She wanted some space.