Chapter one - South Dakota.
"Could all passengers take their seats and belt up for landing. I repeat, could all passengers take their seats and belt up for landing."
Imogen sighed nervously as she shakily buckled up her seatbelt; She hated flying. She didn't like the feeling of her life depending on an plane flying safely or not. Anything could go wrong. She was much more of a road person herself. The plane ride itself had been almost seven hours long but for her it seemed to last a whole lot longer.
"Imm, you okay?" Imogen glanced next to her to see her sister staring back at her. If she was being truthful, the constant fidgeting was starting to get on her nerves.
"I'm good Lanie." She stated firmly, though they could both tell by the jump in her voice that she was close to freaking out. Suddenly the plane began to land. Imogen gripped onto her seat and firmly shut her eyes, trying her best to count to ten calmly in her mind.
Lanie was still eyeing her sister and even cracked a smirk. "Yeah, you're good." She mumbled sarcastically.
As soon as the plane landed, Imogen ran out like a shot. She stepped off of the plane and smiled intently. "Remind me to never, ever agree to flying all the way out to South Dakota again." She complained to her older sister who simply chuckled.
"Wimp."
Imogen turned towards Lanie, her eyes narrowed. "Says the sister who is scared of china dolls..."
Lanie visibly shuddered at even the mental image of a china doll. "If we weren't sisters then I'd be kicking your ass right now." She warned as they walked amongst a crowd of passengers. Lanie playfully nudged her sister. "China dolls are way more scary than planes."
"Uh, no," Imogen turned to her older sister, one of her hands on her hip. "China dolls can't kill you."
Lanie pouted. "Have you seen Chucky?" She shuddered slightly again at the image of Chucky.
"That's only a movie Lane'."
"Are vampires and ghosts just movie characters? Or Werewolves?" Lanie questioned her sister with a raised eyebrow. The Fenton sisters were more than aware that the things that went bump in the dark were real. When Imogen went silent Lanie grinned and linked arms with her. "Exactly. I win."
"Lane'?"
"Yeah?"
The sisters walked towards the lobby of the airport. "I really don't think that this is a good idea." Imogen mumbled as she fiddled with her cardigan.
Lanie paused in her steps, causing a few of the passengers behind her to tut as they walked around the sisters, and looked into Imogen's eyes. "Imogen, you've had your," She paused as she stepped a little bit closer to her sister, glancing around carefully. "- crazy vision things for two whole months about this place. You've been waking up every night screaming about Lucifer... this is a good idea. It's the only way to get answers." Lanie was desperate to find out why her younger sister had been targetted with these dreams. She was worried, even if she wouldn't admit that.
Imogen bit her lip thoughtfully. "What are we supposed to say though? 'Oh, hey, my name's Imogen and I have visions about your house.'? Because that'll go down dandy!" She muttered sarcastically.
Her older sister rolled her eyes. "Imm, stop being bitchy about this... we've been over it a billion times; Let me do the talking." Lanie smirked confidently.
"When is that ever a good idea?" Imogen muttered. Lanie pretended not to hear it.
"Can you take us to Singer's salvage please?" Imogen asked the cab driver causing his mouth to curl up into a smirk.
"British girl, eh?" He trailed off with a sleazy wink.
Imogen raised her eyebrow before glancing back to her sister who was chatting up a random guy. She then turned back to the cab driver who was looking her up and down. "Um, yes, I'm British." She shrugged.
The cab driver leant over and patted the passenger seat. "You can sit next to me darlin'."
"No, we'll both be sitting at the back of the taxi." Imogen turned around in a relieved manner when she heard Lanie. Lanie was stood behind Imogen with a stern look on her face. "But thanks for the offer anyway." She stated icily before nudging her sister towards the back of the cab.
Imogen didn't protest. She jumped straight into the back of the car, followed by her older sister, and looked towards the cab driver, who looked very confused. "Singer's salvage please." She stated politely, though inside she really wanted to batter the man.
"Right, Singer's salvage." The cab driver repeated as he began to pull the cab out of the space.
The cab pulled up just outside Singer's salvage and Imogen's breath immediately hitched inside her throat. Everything looked exactly like a mirrored image of her dreams, the cars were even piled up in the exact same way. The one car that stuck out in Imogen's mind, though, wasn't there; the black '67 Impala. She looked around curiously for it, as it wasn't parked in its usual place next to the red truck, but sighed in a confused manner when she realised that it truly wasn't anywhere to be found.
"Is this the place?" Lanie asked under her breath, just loud enough for her younger sister to hear her.
Imogen nodded and she looked quite pale. "Yes, it is." She was completely shell shocked that it was all so familiar to her.
Lanie was afraid of that answer; she had hoped that they would arrive at the Salvage and her sister wouldn't recognise it. But she did, which meant to Lanie that something was happening to Imogen, something that scared the hell out of her. Lanie couldn't protect Imogen from dreams, she couldn't prod into her sister's mind and make all of the pain disappear. She just had to sit on the side lines feeling useless.
"Singer's salvage." The cab driver pointedly motioned towards the building in front of them. "That'll be twenty dollars."
Both Lanie and Imogen raised their eyebrows in a similtaneous manner. "Twenty dollars?" They exclaimed similtaneously. Back in England a taxi cab would equate to five british pounds. Still, Lanie decided not to make a deal out of the obvious scam that they were being victimised to and pulled her purse out, ripping twenty dollars out of it. "Here." She passed it to the cab driver as she and her sister got out of the vehical.
"Anytime you need another cab," The cab driver pulled out a small business card with his grubby hands and gave it to Lanie. "Just call your uncle Graham." He motioned to himself.
Lanie chucked the business card back into the cab and frowned. "We don't have an uncle Graham." She walked cooly away from him and dragged Imogen with her. The cab zoomed off behind them.
"Fucking tease!" He shouted out loudly.
Angrily, Lanie turned back in its direction and frowned. "Pervert!" She then turned back to her sister and her face softened when she saw her just standing in front of the Salvage, not even moving an inch. "Immy?" Imogen still seemed to not even notice Lanie standing beside her. Lanie shoved her lightly, pulling her away from her thoughts.
"S-sorry," She turned to her sister, fear evident in her large blue eyes. "Do we have to do this Lanie?" Imogen didn't want to find out what this was. She wanted it to just disappear and never happen again.
Lanie nodded. "Imogen, I know that you're scared but we've got to do this... it's the only way to find out what's happening."
"What if I don't want to find out?" Imogen whispered, looking back to the Salvage.
"Then these... dreams might not ever stop."
Imogen sighed; she knew, deep down, that her sister was right. "Fine, but if it turns out to be nothing then can we just hop on a plane to Las Vegas?"
Lanie smirked. "Good thinking." She linked arms with her sister and walked her closer to the house of the Salvage, trying to be supportive. "It looks so... deserted." She remarked.
The pair walked through the maze of cars in complete silence. When they reached the wooden porch, which wrapped it's way around the entire house, Lanie turned to look at her sister. She was feeling quite nervous herself too. "Remember, I'll do the talking." She then turned back towards the house and walked up the stairs, pulling her sister softly behind her. "Let's look around the outside of the house first, just to check if someone's in."
"Okay, and we'll meet back here?"
Lanie gave her sister a thumbs up sign and walked in the opposite direction as her.
Imogen walked away from the door and looked into one of the windows. The inside of the house looked extremely disorganised, just like it did in her dreams, and it was piled to the rim with books. She moved from the window and turned around, screaming out in surprise when she came face to face with a middle aged man who was confined to a wheel chair. He had a gun held up towards her.
"Would ya mind tellin' me what in God's name you're doing spying through my windows?" He demanded, his eyes narrowed into suspicious slits. Imogen studied his expression and resisted the urge to gasp... she'd seen him before. He'd been a frequent member of her dreams.
"I wasn't spying!" Imogen closed her mouth when she realised what she'd said. "I mean, I was spying but only bec-" She cut herself off when she heard the cock of a second gun. Behind the man was Lanie.
"You might want to put that gun down." Lanie stated firmly.
The man in front of Imogen cussed under his breath before slowly lowering his gun in defeat. Lanie, still holding her gun steadily, walked so that she was in between the man and her sister. "Oh, and if you even dare to try to aim a gun at my sister again then I'll blow your head off." She warned him in her deadly tone.
He still had his eyes narrowed. "What the hell was she doin' spying into my window?" He paused for a few seconds before opening his mouth again. "Christo." He uttered and neither of the girls even flinched, their eyes remaining the same colour.
Lanie chuckled in spite of the situation. "We aren't demons pal."
The man blinked in surprise. "Ya'll know about demons?"
"We hunt them." Imogen stated hesitantly.
It was safe to say that the man was certainly surprised.
"What about you?" Lanie questioned, her gun still raised.
The man wheeled slightly closer to them. "I'm a hunter too... but you must already know that."
Lanie and Imogen glanced at each other for a few moments. This piece of information made it a lot easier for them to explain their own reason for being in South Dakota.
"Actually," Imogen stepped forward so that she was beside her sister. "We didn't."
The man raised his eyebrow. "So you must be here to buy car parts?"
"No, we're here because she's... seen your house before." Lanie paused for a few seconds, things were starting to get a little bit awkward.
"In my mind." Imogen added slowly.
The man's eyes widened. "In your mind like a... vision?"
Imogen nodded. "And I've seen you before too."
"What else have you seen?"
Lanie looked down to the floor; she didn't really like to hear about the dreams.
"I just keep seeing this house and you and I keep hearing the voices of two other men but I never... see them..." Imogen trailed off as a sad look crossed her face. "I saw a man who said he was Lucifer?" She didn't want to mention what else she had dreamt of... she hadn't even told Lanie. It hurt her too much.
The man in front of them was completely shell shocked. "How 'bout we talk about this inside? Oh, and you," He motioned towards Lanie. "Can stop pointin' that thing in my face."
Imogen nudged her sister. "Lanie, just drop the gun." She whispered.
"If we get shot in the face then I'm kickin' your ass in heaven Imm'." Very reluctantly, Lanie lowered her gun. "Do you have a name or what?" She asked the man in front of them.
He fiddled with his hat and nodded. "Bobby. Bobby Singer."
