Linka flipped through some of the journals looking for the mention of the specialized demons. She shifted in the chair, it was uncomfortable. She looked up and saw Sam standing in front of her.

"Can I get out for a second?"

"Why?" She put the book down and crossed her arms.

"Because I want to get out."

"Well, I'm not letting you."She had been sitting in the chair in front of the door for hours. It was already dark outside.

"Linka, I'm pretty sure I can handle being outside." Linka looked at him.

"I'm pretty sure you can't." She remained seated, looking stoic. "How about you leave this stuff to me and you go back and sit down." Her voice was firm. It was a standoff. Linka wouldn't yield and it appeared that Sam wouldn't either.

"Fine." He turned around and went back to whatever it was that he had been doing. Linka picked up one of the journals and resumed reading. She remained there for hours on end.

She must have drifted off because she was woken up by someone tapping her shoulder.

"Linka, Linka, Linka!" She woke up and almost kicked Sam. He backed away. She looked around.

"What time is it?"

"It like ten I think. Did you sleep in that chair?"

"What, yeah." She stood and cracked her back. He looked at her in a strange manner.

Linka was still feverishly looking through the old books when the waitress asked her a question.

"What?" Linka looked at her.

"What can I get you?"

"Coffee, black, please." Linka looked back down and kept reading. "Found it!"

"Found what?" Sam asked.

"A section on these specialized demons." She said as she flipped the book so he could see it. "I forgot it was in there, and I got some of the facts wrong. You see the hunter demos are more like animals; they don't have intelligence like the other ones do. They are the perfect killing machines, they don't discriminate. Oh, and they eat your soul." She looked back and forth between them.

"Eat your soul?" Dean asked sounding skeptical.

"Yeah, you know the devourer in ancient Egyptian mythology?"

"No."

"Yes." Sam said looking up from the journal.

"Well in the Egyptian book of the dead it was said that your heart would be weighed before you could enter the afterlife, and if your heart was unrighteous then it would be fed to a monster and you couldn't enter the afterlife. These demons are kinda similar. They eat your soul so you just stop being. It's kinda hard to explain." Linka stopped to take a sip of coffee. "So since they are animalistic they can't possess a body. They are invisible to all others besides the person that they are after. You know like the Hell hounds." She took another sip. She reached over and took back her journal, she was pretty sure that Sam couldn't read Polish anyway. She continued to flip over the pages reaming quiet form the rest of the morning. She switched from one book to the next flipping the pages and slamming them shut when she didn't find what she was looking for. She had gone through almost all of them when she stopped again. She was sitting in the back seat while Dean was filling the Impala and Sam sat in the front.

"Hey I found some more information."

"On what?"

"Specialized demons."

"So what did you find?"

"The demons that are supposed to kill you with lust they trick you and basically isolate you from any other relationship that you have. They make you need them."

"Okay, anything else?"

"There isn't a lot of information on them since you know they are not really allowed out of hell; they are Kind of dangerous, if they aren't fully controlled they will kill other demons. I think that this section mentions some repellants, but I am a little rusty in Estonian. Do you read it?"

"No, how many languages do you know?"

"Well I can read several but I only speak, English, Latin, and some language that you have never heard of."

"What would that be?"

"The language of heaven."

"You're right I have never heard of that."

"I figured as much." She flipped the page over. "I really wish I could read this."

"Read what?" Dean asked as he got in.

"Do you read Estonian?"

"You're asking him to read another language? He barely reads anything in English."

"Hey I read, just not that often."

"So yeah, is it safe to assume that you don't read it?"

"Pretty safe" Sam said.

"Great."

"What is the language of heaven?" Sam asked.

"It is the language of Heaven; I think that it is pretty self explanatory."

"Okay what does that mean, what does it sound like?"

"I can't describe it."

"Well can you say something in it?"

"Yeah, but I would prefer not to. If I do there could be undesirable consequences."

"Like what?" Sam said.

"Like I could channel an angel, and that could cause some problems for me. It could also cause your ears to bleed, or you might go deaf."

"Well then please don't do it." Dean said.

"I won't." She looked out the window. She glanced forward. Dean yawned a little.

"Do you want me to drive?"

"What?"

"I was wondering if you want me to drive so you can relax a little."

"Do you have a license?"

"Of course I have several."

"You're fourteen."

"So?"

"There is no way I'm letting a fourteen year old girl drive this car."

"I'm a good driver."

"Doesn't matter."

"Ugh!" She threw herself against the back seat. Dean smiled to himself. She sometimes thought he got some sick pleasure from seeing her annoyed. She sat up again. She was stiff and she gripped the seats with a large amount of force.