Imogen was laying on the bed on her stomach with a pillow pressed over her head. Bitch, bitch, bitch, that's all those Winchester boys did. They'd been riding in a car for nearly thirty-six hours without stopping and once they got to the motel everyone was just pissed off.

"Dammit Dean!" Sam barked, throwing his bag down on the bed that Imogen was laying on, "Why can't you just keep your hands off of my stuff, huh? Use your own damn computer to watch porn!"

Dean couldn't hide the smile on his face, "What?" he chuckled, "Your computer is faster."

"Yeah! Because I don't download porn and it's not loaded with viruses. Seriously Dean, how stupid can you be? I mean hell, when do you even watch porn? Because me and Imogen are always in the room with you!"

Imogen groaned, even the pillow couldn't block out the noise, "Oh jeeze, please don't drag me into this."

Dean shrugged his shoulder, looking a little embarrassed only because he hadn't realized his sister was in the room until she spoke up, "I find time," he grumbled.

Sam sighed loudly and shook his head, "Just leave my computer the hell alone. I need it for research," he kept his eye down on his bag, riffling through it for nothing in particular.

"Yeah sure, Sammy," Dean replied unconvincingly still smirking.

"You know what," the larger man breathed, pulling out a pair of sweat pants, "I'm gonna go for a run. Don't wait up," he announced, walking to the bathroom to change and then as quickly as he could manage jogging out of their room.

Once the door was shut behind Sam Imogen sat up to look at her oldest brother, "Why do you have to be so mean to him, Dean?"

Dean frowned and turned from the TV to look at his sister, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you pushing Sam's buttons on purpose. You know he hates it when we use him computer. You have your own, use that."

"Ah, little sis… You wouldn't understand. Me and Sammy… Well, that's our thing. It's been that way since the beginning. It's a brother thing. He loves it."

"Uh, excuse me but no he doesn't. I know Sammy just as well as you do, if not better. It drives him absolutely crazy when you mess with his stuff."

Dean scoffed, "There's no way in hell that you know Sammy better than me. I changed that boy's diapers."

"Oh yeah?" Imogen smirked, "He tells me way more than he tells you."

"Well, that's because you're both girls who like to talk about your feelings and braid each other's nails."

Imogen rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at Dean's head, "Shut up," she paused, "And quit being mean to my brother."

"He was my brother first," Dean mumbled as he started to click through the channels on the television, but was getting nothing but static, "Stupid, crummy, cheap motel TV."

With her back against the headboard of the bed Imogen clasped her hands together and stared down at the large burn mark on her arm. It had been healed up for weeks, but the scar wasn't going anywhere. Dean would tease her that it was the reward she got for disobeying her brother. But she kind of liked it, it was a reminder of her first actual hunt, where she literally took out the monster on her own.

"Hey, uh Dean," she bit her lip, nerves starting to take over, "Can I… talk to you about something?"

Slowly Dean turned his head to look at his little sister, Imogen could see fear in his eyes, "You're not pregnant, are you?"

Imogen visibly recoiled, "What?" she squealed, "No of course not," she scratched her head, "What the hell would make you think that?"

Dean shrugged, "I don't know. You've never asked me if you could talk to me before," he sighed and shut the broken television set off before scooting over on the bed so he could sit facing his sister, "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," she stuttered, "I just- I uh-I," she was starting to sweat.

Concerned washed over Dean, though he tried not to let it show, "Come on kid, you're freaking me out. What's the deal?"

"I just," she took a deep breath, "You know, I asked you a couple weeks ago if you would maybe think about letting me go on a hunt with you guys."

Dean groaned and nodded, "Yeah, I remember. So what?"

"Well, I was wondering if maybe I could, you know start hunting with you guys. I mean, look… I'll be fifteen tomorrow. I know we don't really do birthdays in this family, and that's fine. But Dean, it would be the best birthday present in the world if you guys would take me on a hunt. Let me show y'all that I'm not just a waste of space, I can help."

"Em," Dean sighed, "You do help. All the time. I can't count the amount of times you've stitched me and Sam up, or popped a bone back into place."

"But I don't wanna be a little nurse!" she exclaimed, "I wanna be a hunter, like you and Sam and Bobby and Dad!"

Dean laid back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling, "Imogen," he let out another groan.

"No, Dean… Seriously, you told me maybe six weeks ago and I didn't bother you about it at all. Not even once. I didn't even complain when you dropped me at Bobby's for three of those weeks and didn't even bother to call."

"Sam called-" Dean started but was interrupted.

"Yeah, Sam called. Sam always calls and checks up. So at least I knew you were alive. But dammit Dean, give me something here! Let me hunt with you guys. Hell, let me hunt alone. Let me hunt something easy. I don't care what it is, just please let me hunt! It's in my blood."

Dean's hands were pressed against his face so his voice came out muffled, "Imogen, we promised to protect you. That's what we're trying to do."

"I know," she groaned, "And I get that, but I'm old enough now."

"Oh my god! Fine, you can come with me and Sam to get rid of this ghost tomorrow, happy-freaking-birthday," he grumbled as he sat up.

Imogen flew off the bed and over to her older brother who she jumped on and flung her arms around, "Yes! Finally!" she was grinning ear to ear as she kissed Dean's cheek, "I love you so much!"

Dean rolled his eyes and gently but playfully pushed her off, "Yeah, yeah. No get some damn sleep. I need you alert and ready when the shit hits the fan tomorrow."

"Yes sir!" she jokingly saluted him as she stood up and walked over to the couch and plopped down onto it, "Night Dean," she yawned, pulling her jacket over herself to use a blanket.

A small smile came across Dean's face, "Night kid," he yawned as he flipped off the light.

"I love you," she whispered.

"Go to sleep," he said as he turned away from her and got under the blankets, "And I love you too."

The next morning Imogen was the first one awake. As quietly as she could she made it into the bathroom where she showered and got dressed in her boots, jeans, and an old t-shirt. She walked back into the room and both of the guys were still asleep so she grabbed her wallet and the room key and silently walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

Imogen hadn't really checked out the town as they came in. She'd been asleep in the back of the Impala when they pulled in. So she didn't know what was around, but she did know that she was hungry so she walked up the street until she found a gas station that was open. She walked in and picked up a couple of the microwave burritos and a cup of coffee. She walked up to the check out and paid and started walking back to the motel, sipping on her coffee.

When she got back to the motel she realized that the Impala was gone, and that struck her as odd. Dean and Sam wouldn't have just let without her. She felt in her pocket for her cell phone and realized she must have left it in the room. She approached the door and stuck the key in the lock, but even before she had her hand on the knob it was being jerked open and a very concerned Sam was jerking her into the room.

"Where the hell did you go?" he yelled, which was something Sam had never done to her. He didn't wait for an answer before he pulled his phone out and made a call, "She's here at the motel," he said into the phone before he hung it up and looked back to Imogen, "Well?" he asked.

For a few moments Imogen was speechless, "I uh, I went to get something to eat," she explained, holding up the bag of frozen burritos she had brought back from the gas station for all of them to share, "Where's the Impala?" she asked, "Where's Dean?"

Sam actually looked ready to explode, which wasn't something that Imogen was used to from him. Sure, he'd been angry, upset, frustrated, and every other emotion under the sun, but he'd never directed his anger at Imogen before.

"He's out looking for you," Sam said through gritted teeth, "I woke up, saw you weren't here, tried to call you and your phone is here. I panicked and woke up Dean, he took off like a mad man looking for you. What the hell were you thinking?" he yelled again.

"I-I didn't think it would be a big deal," she squeaked out, her voice cracking. Normally she wouldn't have gotten emotional about something like this. Hell, Dean had yelled at her a million times and she rarely came close to crying, but this was Sam, "I just went to get us breakfast."

"Then take your phone!" he roared, "Or leave a damn note! You don't just take off!" he shook his head, "What the hell is the matter with you?"

A single tear rolled down Imogen's face and her mouth hung open, trying to explain herself but no words came out. She turned her head ever so slightly to see Dean walking back in the room, looking more concerned than pissed off, "Are you okay?" he asked his sister, grabbing her to check her over.

"She's fine," Sam spat, "Just went to get food and didn't say anything," he rolled his eyes, "See Dean, I told you she wasn't ready for this. We should have just left her at Bobby's."

Now that hit hard. Imogen had thought that it was Sam's idea to come and get her, that he was the one who was on her side and wanted her along for the ride. Had she been wrong about that all along and really Dean was the one who wanted her around?

"Sam," Dean sighed and shook his head before looking back to his sister who he noticed had tears in her eyes, "Why didn't you take your phone?" he asked calmly.

"I don't know," she admitted, "I guess I just forgot," she wiped the tears away from her eyes, trying not to seem immature, "I'm so sorry. I just wasn't thinking. I swear it won't happen again."

"You're damn right it won't happen again," Sam interjected, "Because we're gonna take you back to Bobby's. Hang out with him and answer some damn phone, or I KNOW go to school like a normal damn kid. Get an education."

Dean looked over his shoulder at his brother, "Why don't you go for a job or something before you say something you regret?"

Sam shook his head, "This is ridiculous, Dean. You know it is. She can't hunt, she's too young and immature."

"SAM!"

"No, Dean. Stop pretending," he looked at his sister, "He just doesn't want to hurt your feelings, but he doesn't think you're ready for this either."

Imogen's mouth was still hanging open as she looked from Sam to Dean, "Is he lying?"

Dean tried to speak, but he couldn't think up a good excuse.

"Wow," she swallowed hard, picking her bag of gear up, "Screw you both," she said as she turned on her heel to head out the door, both of her brother's following her.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked, walking in stride with her.

"I'm gonna get rid of this damned ghost," she said, not looking up at her brother as she stepped out onto the road and started walking, "The hell I'm not ready for this," she mumbled.

"Em, that's ridiculous. Get in the car, we'll all go together," Dean pleaded.

"Nope. You and Sam can take the car. I'll walk."

"You don't even know where it is!"

Imogen stopped to turn and face her oldest brother, "Really? I don't know where it is? Who the hell found you this case?"

Dean groaned, "What if just you and me go?" he asked, "Sam can stay back at the motel."

Imogen paused and was about to agree before Sam chimed in.

"I'm not going to stay at the motel!" the taller Winchester barked, "If you guys are going then I'm going too."

Imogen looked to Sam, "Then I don't wanna hear about how useless I am!" she yelled at Sam.

"I never said you were useless!"

"You said you should have just left me at Bobby's! That's pretty much saying I'm useless!"

"Bobby's not useless, so I don't see how you got that, but whatever," Sam sighed, "Look, Em, we just don't wanna see you get hurt."

"Yeah," she breathed, "I don't really wanna get hurt either but I'm just sick and tired of always waiting back at the motel wondering when or if you guys are even coming back."

Sam nodded, "Okay, I can respect that."

Dean groaned, "Can we please stop talking about our feelings and go kill this damn ghost?"

"Well," Imogen pulled out her case file, "First we need to talk to the wife. See where she buried her husband."

Sam nodded, "So what's our cover story? Priests or cops?"

"I'm so sick of playing dress up. Can't we just tell it like it is?"

Sam shrugged, "I mean you can try. Good luck."

Dean groaned, "Fine, let's just be the FBI or something," he looked at his little sister, "Guess the FBI can have a junior training cadet or whatever," he looked at Sam, "I'll make her a badge. You go find her something professional to wear," he said, tossing Sam the keys to the Impala and heading back inside the motel.

Sam caught the keys easily and turned to his sister, "C'mon, I saw a mall on the way into town last night. I bet they'll have something there."

Imogen made a face but nodded as she got into the front seat of the Impala. This wasn't a place she got to sit often, she was usually stuck in the back. Up front was a lot nicer, and sitting there always put her in a good mood. Dean had taught Imogen how to drive the second her legs were long enough to reach the pedals, but she never really got the chance to drive, only in an emergency a couple of times. Usually it was just Sam or Dean behind the wheel.

Sam pulled into the mall and the pair walked in together, they found a suitable store and Sam immediately went up to a female worker to ask for help. A few minutes later Sam and the sales associate walked over to Imogen and brought her to the back where she got her measurements taken and then the woman walked off to find her clothes.

Imogen was standing in front of the mirror, looking at herself. Neither she nor Sam had said anything to each other on the drive over, in fact it had been awkwardly quiet, and still was. Until Sam finally spoke up from the chair he was sitting in just a few feet from his sister.

"Look, Em," he sighed, "I'm sorry for yelling at you like I did. And saying all the stuff about sending you to live with Bobby and," he ran a hand through his brown hair, "I didn't mean it."

Imogen turned to look at him, her hands folded over her chest, "Yes you did, you totally meant it. Every word."

Slowly Sam got to his feet and walked over to his sister, "Okay, yeah. Maybe I did mean it, but it came out wrong. Look, hunting isn't what I want for you. It isn't what you should want for you either.

"Well, this is my life Sam," she said calmly, "It's my life and I want to hunt. And if you and Dean keep trying to stop me…" she trailed off.

"You'll do it anyways," Sam groaned, finishing her sentence, "Yeah, I know. You nearly got yourself killed the last time."

"Oh I did not," she breathed, "I got a little burn. You and Dean have gotten a lot worse."

"Look, Em… I love you. You know that right?"

Imogen nodded, "Of course, I love you too."

"I just don't want to see you get hurt."

"Well, I'm a Winchester," she announced, "Getting hurt is kinda the family thing. Besides, if you guys never give me any on the job training how am I supposed to take care of myself if something comes after me and you and Dean aren't around."

Sam frowned, "But you know how. You can shoot better than any fifteen-year-old I've ever seen," he paused, "You are trained."

"Yeah, I can hit my target, and I've got all the knowledge," she pointed to her head, "But you know that knowing how to do something and actually doing it are two completely different things."

A loud sigh escaped the larger Winchester and he was about to pop off with something else when the sales woman came back over with clothing for Imogen.

"Here," she smiled at the girl and directed her to the fitting room, "Try this suit on. I think it will look fantastic."

Imogen took the clothes and walked into the changing room.

The sales women turned to Sam and smiled, "Your daughter?" she asked politely.

Sam laughed and shook his head, "No, not my daughter."

The woman frowned a little, "Girlfriend?" the words rolled uneasily off her tongue.

The question made Sam flinch. There's no way that Sam looked young enough to be dating a teen. Could Imogen possibly look old enough to be dating an adult? He shook the thought away.

"Uhm, no. She's my sister."

"Ah," the women nodded, looking extremely relieved, "That's very nice of you bringing her shopping."

Sam nodded, but didn't say anything.

"I take my girls shopping. Their dad and brothers wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this."

"Well," Sam sighed, "I'm sure if she had a mom or a sister they would take her shopping," his voice was cold.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she fidgeted, "So you take care of her?"

With a frown Sam nodded, "Me and my older brother."

"Well, that's very kind of you."

"Not really, just what family does."

"Yeah, but you could have just dropped her off at a hospital or something instead of taking on that responsibility. I mean you're so young."

Sam slowly turned to look at the woman, "Look, she's family. Plain and simple. And if you don't mind, it would really like to stop talking about my personal life."

The woman nodded, "You're right. I'm sorry for prying."

Then Imogen came out dressed in a pants suit, "Well?" she asked nervously, "It looks bad, right?"

Sam took in the sight of his sister. She actually looked like a little woman. The suit she was in fit her well, emphasizing all of her curves. When had his tiny little sister turned into a woman? He'd seen her almost on a daily basis since they met.

"Sam?" The girl waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention, "Hello?"

"What? Oh, no. It doesn't look bad," he turned to look at the sales woman, "We'll take it," he looked back to his sister, "Go get changed. We need to get back to the motel."

Imogen nodded and went back to change into her street clothes while Sam went to the front with the sales women to pay.

The woman added up the total, "You've got that look," she smiled at him.

"Huh?" Sam asked, pulling out his stolen credit card and swiping it, "What do you mean?"

"The look that you just realized your baby is a woman."

Sam frowned, "Not a fun thing to realize," he chuckled sadly as he signed for the purchase.

"Yeah," she nodded in agreement, "My husband got that look with all three of our daughters. It'll get easier though. Well, until she brings some boy home," she smiled a little, "And that girl is gonna attracted a lot of guys."

A groan escaped Sam, "Don't remind me," he said, as he noticed Imogen approaching with the suit.

The sales woman took the clothes from her and stuck them inside a bag before handing it and the receipt over to Sam, "Have a great day," she smiled at them.

Sam carried the bag out to the Impala and unlocked the door, but before he got in Imogen stopped him.

"Hey," she swallowed hard, "Can I drive?"

Sam scratched his head, "Uhm," he looked at the open door and back to his sister.

"Please, Sammy?" she pleaded with her wide eyes that Sam couldn't seem to say no to.

Sam let out a loud groan as he tossed her the keys, "You tell Dean and we're both dead, you know that right?"

Imogen squealed and jumped up to give Sam a hug, he wrapped his arms around her so they would fall and then he set her back on her feet, "Happy birthday, kid."

"This is the best birthday ever!" she exclaimed as she climbed into the front seat and waited for Sam to get in the passenger before she started up the car and drove them back to their motel.

Sam spent the drive looking out the window. It was hard for him to look at his baby sister… Because she wasn't a baby anymore, and that didn't sit well with the tall Winchester. She actually was growing up, and for some reason it hadn't occurred to Sam that that was ever going to happen. He wondered to himself if Dean had realized this. He doubted it, and was curious how Dean would react when he saw their baby sister in the suit that boldly showed off the fact that she was a woman.

In that suit people might actually believe she was older than fifteen. People might actually think she was old enough to be a detective, or at least old enough to be out of high school. That fact really worried Sam, if she looked older she might start acting older and that did not sit well with him, and he knew it wouldn't with Dean either.