Linka sat up in the back seat. It was sunny out. She sat up but felt dizzy. She lay back down and stared at the ceiling of the car. The radio pumped out some rock tune that she knew but she was dizzy and felt weak so she didn't bother to figure out what it was. She tried to sit up again this time she rested her head on the back off the front seats. She was still quiet and they hadn't noticed her yet. She looked out of the window but it made her dizzy. She put her head down again.

"What day is it?" She asked

"Thursday" Sam said.

"Thursday? That means…"

"Yep three days." Linka moaned a little.

"Three, oh sweet sugar. I was out for three?" she asked already knowing the answer.

"Yep." She lay back own and covered her face.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked her, he was certainly a lot more concerned about her than Dean had been.

"I'm just dandy. I'm like a kitten in a yarn factory." She Sighed. "Sorry, I am just a little irritable, you know I had a pretty rough day the last time I was conscious."

"So what happened?" Dean asked cutting right to the point.

"Dean."

"What?"

"Don't ask her that, she is tired and…"

"And she can hear you." She said cutting him off. "Sorry to break it to you but I can hear you guys, and Sam I am not five."

"Sorry."

"It's fine." She said from her recumbent position. "So what did I miss?"

"There have been some more demon uprising things around."

"Wait did you just say uprising things?" Sam asked laughing slightly.

"Yeah so?"

"So I know you didn't do too well in school but…"

"Shut up."

"So apart from the 'uprising things' what is going on?"

"We're heading for Louisiana, Creola Louisiana to be precise."

"Okay so what then?"

"Go smash some demon heads that's what."

"Oh Dean you are such the poet." She said from the back.

It was noon, or sometime around it. It was hot and humid out. Linka was still a little out of it. She opened the door and tried to step out but her legs wouldn't support her so she fell and grabbed onto the car body to keep from making a scene.

"Hey Dean, come here." She said as she leaned against the car.

"What?" She quickly grabbed his arm and proceeded to use him as a support structure. "Seriously? You are using me as a human cane?"

"Just go with it. It's better than having me lay on the street for a few hours." She leaned against him and tried to walk as normally as possible. She looked around the town and scanned the crowds.

"Can you not grip so tight, I'm losing feeling in my arm."

"Sorry but maybe if you tired to keep me upright I wouldn't have to use a death grip." She leaned a little more and looked over the parked cars. She set her gaze on one. "Hold one a second."

"What?" Dean asked as he stopped walking.

"That truck…I think… can we get closer?" She looked at Dean. He steered her to the truck. The license plate said Ohio. It dawned on her. She knew this truck and the owner. "Dean we got to get out of here now!" She sounded panicked.

"Why?" Sam asked from behind.

"Yeah why?" Dean asked.

"Because…"

"Linka?" She tightened her grip on Dean's arm. She knew the voice. She turned her head a little and saw the owner standing behind them. She smiled weakly at him. He wasn't smiling. She gripped harder. Dean flinched a little.

"Hi Daddy." He was standing a few feet away looking at his daughter clutching some man's arm.