Linka sat in the passenger seat with her sunglasses over her eyes. It was cloudy out. She did not want to make eye contact with Dean. The radio was on but she wasn't really paying attention. She was looking out the window. It looked like rain. She liked the rain. She thought about what Dean had said to her about her staying to save her family. She had never thought it about that way. She tried to revisit the moment when she spoke to the angel. She was young and didn't really understand what it meant. She and her dad were the only surviving members of the Kiritain clan. She thought about it. She didn't like the feeling of being the last. She didn't like the feeling like she was only doing this for her family. She had not thought about it that way. Maybe she was doing this so her family would not be lost or she might just be doing this because she had been afraid of what might have happened if she had refused heaven and its offer. The latter seemed more logical.
Linka shifted in her seat. It had been hours and her legs were falling asleep. She didn't know what to say, she had let him into her world. No one was allowed in, she promised herself that no would ever be allowed in. She broke that promise. She looked forward at the road and then to Dean. She didn't like the silence it seemed to fill every spare second of the time she spent with him. She never knew what to say at times like this. She had never really interacted with too many people. She homeschooled herself and she already had her GED therefore she hadn't set foot in a school, ever. Her social skills lacked because of that and her job and employers. She learned very quickly that when you said that you heard angels, people wanted to put you away. She reached around the seat and groped the back seat looking for something she had thrown back there earlier. She twisted so she was kneeling on the front seat and facing the back.
"Loose something?"
"Hopefully not." She tapped the far corner and the floor with her fingers. "There you are!" She grabbed onto the object and pulled it up. She turned back and sat down, as she flipped her sunglasses to the top of her head. She ran her fingers over the worn leather cover. In faded lettering it said Holy Bible. She opened it and smelled the aged book scent. It was soothing. She flipped the pages slowly feeling each thin page. She reached a section and read silently.
"What is that like your instruction manual?" Dean smiled and snickered at his joke. Linka turned to him with a rather shocked and disturbed look.
"It is everyone's, not just mine. This book is the word of the heavenly father and…"
"You really don't have a sense of humor do you?" Linka stopped with her mouth half opened. She closed the Bible.
"I suppose not." She was not surprised by this revelation. "Humor really isn't that important when you are me."
"So, I see you're still alive, so no rule breaking then huh?"
"No, I am actually dead."She said in a mocking tone. She smiled a little.
"It's a start." She smiled a little more. She put the Bible on the back seat and watched the road instead.
