A week had past and Linka had been exiled to the backseat. She didn't like it. She sat with her head against the window while the two of them sat in the front. She remembered her first impressions of Sam. She hadn't been his biggest fan.

Linka was lying on the bed with her eyes closed listening for a voice. It was dead silent. She instead put her headphones in and listened to her music. It was nice to have her own space again. She had the door locked and she was alone, sweet, sweet solitude. She used to hate being in rooms or her truck for extended periods without anyone. Although after traveling with someone who managed to make her feel uncomfortable and unsure it was nice to have space. She sang softly with the tune, and danced a little. It was then the door clicked open. She stopped and pulled her headphones out. It was Dean.

"Hello, where were you?" She asked as she wound the cord around the MP3 player. She looked up and saw the figure. She knew it and panic a little. It was the same form that she had seen when the angels told her about the onslaught of the apocalypse. It was the same one she had seen through a different set of eyes that had broken the final seal on the gate that locked away the pure evil that reigned supreme in Hell. She backed over to her bag and stuck her hand in.

"Linka this is…" Dean couldn't finish because Linka had pulled her curved switch blade from the bag. She launched herself across the room and ht Sam with full force at the knees. He fell over. She pinned his arms with her legs and straddled his chest. The blade was held close to his throat.

"You dare to show your face to me?" She pushed the blade closer but was ripped off by Dean. She put up a good fight. "NO!!! Let me go! I will end this now!" She dropped the blade in her attempt to escape his grip.

"Linka! CALM DOWN!!" Linka stop struggling for a second and looked closer at the man on the floor. She knew she made a mistake, a major mistake. She was still in Dean's arms. "Linka, are you insane?" Linka was speechless and needed a response.

"Aren't we all a little?" She said quickly. It was the first thing that came to mind. After an hour or two of explanation she felt awful. She tried to apologize but it seemed a little lost. Linka tried to be polite but generally after you tackled someone and held a knife to their throat courtesy was not appreciated. Linka had explained her mission but left out everything she had told Dean. Even though it was Dean's brother Linka was a little weary.

So here she sat in the back seat of an old car with her head against a window looking out at the scenery. She looked forward. She didn't know what to say to either of them. It had been rather quiet for her. She sat up and shifted t the center of the seat.

"So, where are we heading?" Dean looked over his shoulder at her. Sam did the same.

"There were some reports of a massive explosion, and sudden attacks committed by members of the community on one another in …"

"Exira Iowa" Linka said without missing a beat.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Sam asked.

"Lucky guess." She said softly as she slumped back into the seat. She was quiet for the rest of the ride.