What is it?" Sam asked as he leaned around.

"Shut up!" She said. "He's talking to me."

"He? He who?"

"SHUT UP!" She screeched. The both shut up. Dean pulled the car over and turned to engine off. Linka pushed her way out of the car and wandered on the roadside for a little. She nodded occasionally or said yes in a voice that should have belonged to a soldier. Sam and Dean watched from the car. Linka stopped and stood still she lowered her head. She looked sad. She bent to her knees and lowered her head. She stayed that way for a while. When she stood she walked back to the car and took her seat in the back. She was quiet.

"So Linka what was that about?"

"My job." She said without any expression.

"What about it?"

"I can't say. I should never have said." She lowered her head and twisted the cross that hung around her neck.

"Was that, um…? God?" Dean asked waiting for her answer.

"It was." He voice wavered, like she was pushing something back down her throat.

"What did he say?"

"I have been ignoring minor details." Her voice cracked on the end.

"So why are you know alive?"

"I am important so it would be a poor decision to take me now."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, Linka had never told him about the contract. She only felt like Dean would understand the weight of being an extension of Heaven.

"It is not important for you to know." She said without expression, just the same strain.

"But…"

"Sam, drop it." Dean said with force. Sam did.

"Dean, there is a church in about two miles, could you…"

"Sure." He knew her question.

Linka knelt in the church her head resting on her clasped hands. She was whispering prayers fast. She would look up at the cross and then lower her head. She had been there for at least an hour and she knew that they would want to leave after ten minutes but she needed this. She felt like she had fallen from grace, like she had abandoned her mission. She felt worthless and empty.

Outside Dean leaned against the car. Sam stood with his hands in his pockets.

"So what is the deal with Linka?"

"What? She just needed some time to…"

"No I mean with this whole talking to God on the side of the road and 'ignoring minor details'? What are you not telling me?"

"It what Linka isn't telling you and she can't tell you, not until she has permission."

"Permission from what?"

"She just can't tell you."

"What did she tell you?"

"I can't say, It is her life and her decision, you know it's not even her decision. She can't do anything unless an order is given to her."

"I don't trust her." Sam said bluntly.

"What?"

"Dean she can channel demons, she can destroy them, like I used to. I don't think she is being completely honest with us."

"She can't be! She didn't even tell her dad. Why would she tell you and not him?"

"Why did she tell you? Dean, she told you but not her dad, There has to be some explanation for that. She could just be using your emotions to get you to trust her."

"Then what Sam? If she is a demon we can just send it back or kill it. If she is an angel trying to get me to be a vessel she sure as hell hasn't mentioned it."

"You know I am tired of her whole mystery girl routine." Sam walked into the church but came out immediately. "Dean, she's gone."