Linka pulled her hair back in a tight slick bun. It took a while since she didn't have experience with hair styling. She then applied her makeup which took even longer. She had always hated wearing it. She felt like a woman of questionable virtue. She stabbed herself in the eye when she tried to put eyeliner on. She smeared mascara across her nose and got lipstick on her teeth, she was a novice when it came to feminine elegance and basic skill. After battling with the makeup she moved on to getting dressed. She pulled her only nice clothes from the duffle bag. The white shirt was clean but a little wrinkled, she could live with that. The skirt drove her to the brink of sanity. It was tight and hugged her hips and legs. She felt like the world could see everything when she wore it. Still she pulled it over her hips and looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't like it. Still there was one last article that she always dreaded wearing. The high heeled shoes. They were a shiny black and made her at least four inches taller. She put them on and wobbled a little. She was happy that neither Sam nor Dean could see her. She looked like a baby gazelle right after it was born, struggling to get its new found footing. She stumbled and fell over a few times but she eventually got a sturdy stance. She grabbed a few final things and ventured to the joining room. They were still asleep. She looked at the clock it was 7:00. She knew it was early but she didn't feel like waiting. She walked over to the alarm clock in the center of the two beds. She raised the volume and pressed the button.

Both woke up and freaked out. She pushed the off button. She strode to a chair and put her right foot on it. She pulled her skirt up and over her thigh.

"Well this is a pleasant wake up surprise." Dean said as he lay back down with his arms crossed behind his head. Linka gave him a jokingly reprimanding look.

"What makes you think this is for you?" She took the belted garter from her waist band and tied it around her mid thigh. Sam seemed uncomfortable.

"Aren't you like thirteen or something?" Sam asked.

"Yes, but I am fourteen, and I am joking. If either of you got any sick ideas about me in your head you would regret it." She slipped the curved switch blade into the garter and rolled her skirt down. "Okay my little cherubs we have a busy day at the police station." Dean sat up.

"So what's our cover?"

"You two are from the actual FBI like in Washington and I am from the Iowa division. We are investigating the explosions and sudden change in the residents." She looked at them. "Come-on! We don't have all day. You know what? I'll wait in the car." She left and stood by the car. It was locked and she didn't have a key. He leaned against the side and looked from one side of the parking lot to the other. She got several looks and second glances from men walking to their cars. She was embarrassed. Finally after an eternity they walked toward her. Both looked her up and down in the morning sun.

"Damn Linka where have you been hiding this?" Dean asked. He had become accustomed to seeing her in oversized t-shirts and sweatshirts along with her worn jeans and hiking boots. This was a drastic change.

"Under the bed."She replied she saw Sam give him a very disturbed look. She couldn't help but to comment. "Oh don't act that way, I saw you looking so don't play innocent with me." She smiled a little, it looked maniacal. He looked taken aback by the comment. Linka realized what she was saying, it was very out of character for her but she wanted to make him squirm. She stood straight and looked him in the eye. "Sorry, I am just a little…"

"Nervous?" Sam asked.

"Sure, we'll go with that."

The police station was small. It was a small town. Linka stood at the side of the car waiting for them to get their IDs. She looked around. It was eerie for her.

"Okay, let's go." She turned and nodded. Inside the station was clean and organized. Linka walked to the front desk and the smiling receptionist. The woman had a mane of thick blonde curls that framed her delicate face. She smiled with a perfectly open and welcoming smile. Dean strode past Linka and made a b-line for the woman. Linka followed with Sam at her side. They were motioned to the sheriff's office. Linka took one of the seats and Sam the other. Dean stood behind them.

"So can you explain when this all started?" Linka asked as she pulled a small note pad from her blazer pocket.

"Well about two weeks ago, right after this weird epidemic of livestock dying. Haven't seen that happen since…

"The 1999 murder." Linka said finishing his sentence.

"Yeah, you don't think that…"

"No we don't think they are connected." Sam said quickly.

"Although there was a similar incident in Maine a while ago so we want to cover all the bases." Linka smiled a little and crossed her legs. She wanted to cover her discomfort.

Linka reread the article again. It was a morbid pastime. She couldn't help it. She thought for a second or two between readings. She reflected on the information she thought for a second and folded the article back into the journal that was filled with hunter know how. She sighed and put the book down. She closed her eyes, but opened them again. It was Castiel. She sat up.

"Hello."

"Hello Linka."

"So I assume that I have to…"

"Yes."

"Okay, you know what I need."

"I'll come back for you when its ready." She closed her eyes to say something but he was gone when she opened them. She lay down and curled into a ball. She slept. It didn't last for long. The door opened.

"Linka, are you up?"

"No." She rolled over. "I am really tired so if you are going to do the whole Hardy boys' routine please, leave me out of it." She lay there until she heard the door close. She twisted the cross on the chain around her neck. It was intertwined with the charm against possession. She would have to remove that one, possibly both. She lay there not thinking just being.

It was dark out. Linka was waiting by the window; she glanced to her necklaces on the dresser. She felt naked without them. She was dreading what was next. She had only done it once and the outcome was not to her liking. Still she knew her task and promised that she would never waver from one of her missions. She felt another presence.

"Is it set?" She asked wishing for an answer she knew wouldn't come.

"Yes"

"Alright, let's go." With that they were gone.