She sat next to her father across from the Winchesters. She looked at them and her dad with wide eyes filled with panic and nerves. She would have kept looking between them if it was not for the arrival of her food. She was starving; she hadn't eaten in four days. She grabbed a spoon and shoveled a mouthful of fresh hot grits into her mouth. It was wonderful. She applied salt liberally and mixed it into the bland looking mush. She ate but listened to the conversation. It was silent for a while as her father stared at the two of them.
"So you're hunters?"
"Yes sir." Sam said quickly.
"Okay that I believe."
"Dad, if I trust them I think you should too."
"Linka, be quiet I'm talking to these two." He always treated her like she was seven. She understood why but she still hated it.
"Dad, will you just relax, please."
"Linka please be quiet."
"Dad, I don't know why you have to pull this overprotective parent routine I know these two and its fine you can calm down." She was getting exasperated. She took another spoonful and shoved it in her mouth. Her father looked at Dean.
"You better not have done anything to her." Linka choked as she tried to swallow. She coughed and gagged a little.
"What makes you think I…?"
"Because I know your kind, the embodiment of the male conquest. So you had better watch yourself around my daughter."
"She already gave me that lecture so I think we're good." Linka regained her regular breathing pattern.
"Dad, do you seriously think that I am…"
"I trust you its him I don't trust."
"What about him?" Dean said motioning to Sam.
"Not sure yet. Something about you." He leaned a little closer Sam Leaned back. Linka hit her dad on the arm.
"All of you stop it." She pushed herself into a standing position. "If you want to pull this whole macho routine then I'm leaving." She turned still clutching the table. She pushed off and stood for a second then walked out on legs that didn't want to hold her weight. She walked out, rather shakily, to the car she arrived in. There was someone next to it. She stopped and her knees gave way. She fell on the concrete still looking at the man. She knew who and what he was.
"Hello Linka."
"Hello, Zacharias."
