Linka was tired. She had already told them everything about what she had heard two times. The voice had made her tired and she felt weak. She sat with her head in her hands and her hair draped around her face. She didn't want to answer questions, she wanted sleep. She kept thinking about the voice. It was sensual and she wanted more. She needed to sleep to forget it. She looked up and saw Castiel in front of her.

"Linka, are you sure?"

"Yes, I am positive. I promise you that what I said is the truth. If it is not may I be struck down where I sit."

"That seems like a little much…" Linka turned her head to Dean and said in rather snarky manner.

"Well I'm still here so it is obviously true." She looked at Castiel. "I am telling you that it is true."

"Very well, thank you Linka."

It was empty, there was no one there. Linka moved cautiously through the space. She saw a woman. She was medium height and had long dark hair. The woman turned to Linka. She smiled and the skin stretched over forming a skeletal face and grin. Then she fell like a pillar of water to the ground. Linka screamed and woke up. She panted as she sat in the bed. Dean was awake, probably woken by her scream. He was sitting up and looking at her. She looked over to him.

"Did I wake you?"

"Oh, no I just like waking up at odd hours of the night."

"Sorry."Linka lay back down. "Sorry" She pulled the sheet tighter around herself.

"So what was your dream about?"

"Nothing."

"It can't be nothing, Nothing doesn't wake you up in the mid…"

"It was my mom" She said quickly. "Goodnight." She closed her eyes.

"So, how'd she die?" Linka sat up and faced him

"Why do you keep asking questions about my life? Why is it so interesring to you?"

"Well, you're fourteen travelling without any supervision, you can speak to angels, heal people, and you have spoken with God. That pretty much allows for some curiosity."

"You just want to know about me because I know all about you and your life. You don't want to have someone who knows your weak points. You want a level playing field when it comes to humans." Linka looked down then back to Dean. "She was killed by demons. They wanted revenge on my family." Her voice was more serious and orderly than it had been, it seemed heavy with age. She herself looked older. It was the stress and trauma that she had seen and been through.

"Revenge?"

"Yes, my family is one of the oldest reaming hunter clans in the world. Our ancestry goes back to before the dark ages, back when people wanted hunters around. The demons were once witches that someone in my family brought to justice. They tracked us down and found my mother and me. They wanted to end the Kiritain clan. They did for about ten minutes." She paused and looked over to Dean. He looked at her quizzically. "I died." She said bluntly.

"You died? Then how are you here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"So what did the angels bring you back?"

"Yeah, they came to me when my soul had left my body. They told me what my family did, it was God's work and we had served him for centuries. They told me that they did not want the legacy to end. They gave me a choice. I could serve the lord and live, or I could die. I couldn't leave my dad, I was afraid of what would happen if I refused. I agreed and I was sent back into my body, it was as if I had never been attacked by the demons." Linka stopped She had told him almost everything. She felt so exposed and vulnerable. She looked away she lay back down and turned her back to him. "So, that is how and why I was chosen."

"So your restrictions how do they fit in?"

"If I break any of the restrictions placed on me. I die and I will not be allowed to stay on the Earth, I will be taken to Heaven and my family will die with me."

"So you are doing this for your family and its legacy?"

"I don't think so, maybe I am. What I really think is that I am really doing this because I was only four when I died and I did not truly live, I wanted to stay and grow up I wanted to help everyone and try to save as many souls as possible." She rolled over so she was facing Dean's bed. "No one is so far gone that they cannot be forgiven." She looked at him. "Dean, I hope you know what I am trying to say." There was no answer. He wasn't looking at her just the ceiling. She lay back down faced the opposite direction of Dean and drifted into a light sleep.