In barely a weeks' time Sam, Dean, and Imogen had made it from Minnesota all the way down to Texas. The hunt in Minnesota was a bust, it was a group of college kids who wanted to scare the public into thinking there was alien abductions. So they found a new case, it was a simple haunting so the group all went together to dig up the grave. Imogen tried to help, but five minutes into the digging she was breathing heavy and sweating profusely.

"Em, maybe you should take a break," Sam suggested, gently taking the shovel from her.

Imogen shook her head, slightly bent over with her hands on her knees and panting like a dog, "No!" she choked out, "I got this."

Dean shook his head, "Seriously, Em. Just watch, you don't need to be doing all this bending."

"I can help."

"We don't need your help," Dean replied, throwing a shovelful of dirt out of the grave, "I mean, we got this. Really."

Imogen wanted to argue some more, but she didn't have the energy so she sat on a nearby headstone and watched her brothers work, letting her hands gently rub her belly, "Hey Sam," she looked at her brother, "Do you remember when I was little and you took me out for ice cream?"

Sam paused and looked at her, "I took you out for ice cream a lot," he replied, going back to digging.

"Well, this was like the first time I remember," she began, "We were at this awesome ice cream shop where they let you put candy and stuff on your ice cream. I accidentally spilled an entire bucket of M&M's all over the floor. The owner of the shop started screaming at me and I started to cry."

Sam smiled a little at the memory, though his back was to Imogen and she couldn't see, "Yeah, I remember that."

"Do you remember slamming him up against the wall, flashing your FBI badge, and threatening to arrest him?"

Dean chuckled, "Sammy, you did that? That doesn't sound like you, naughty boy."

Sam rolled his eyes, shoveling more dirt from the hole, "Well, we ended up getting the ice cream for free. And no one was gonna make my baby sister cry."

Imogen smiled, shifting uncomfortably on the headstone, "That's one of my first memories," she told them, "Of you guys anyways."

"You know," Sam stated, "That was actually the first time you and I hung out together. It was the day after I met you," he explained, throwing dirt over his shoulder.

"So it was the day my mom died?" she asked.

Slowly Sam nodded.

Dean threw the last shovelful of dirt out of the grave before opening the coffin and pulling himself out and helping Sam out as well. He grabbed the container of salt and dumped it on the body while Sam did the same with the gasoline. Dean lit a match and dropped it in the dug grave and then turned to pick up their things while it went up into flames.

"C'mon, let's get back to the motel before someone catches us."

Sam lay a hand on Imogen's back and the two followed Dean back to the car in silence, riding all the way back to the motel in the same way. Once they were back they all went inside.

"Dean," Sam looked at his brother, "I think you deserve first shower."

Dean smiled and nodded, "I think you're right, little brother," he said, grabbing his duffel and going into the bathroom.

Sam sprawled out on his bed, kicking off his shoes, and Imogen did the same on Dean's bed.

"There's something that's been bugging me," Imogen said, laying on her side and facing her brother, "Something that's bugged me for a long time."

Sam plugged his phone into the charger and looked at his sister, "What's that?" he asked.

"Dean went to hell."

Slowly Sam nodded, "Yeah, I remember. What about it?"

"Dean went to hell and I didn't see or hear from you at all until he got back."

"Oh Em," he sighed, "I was really messed up at the time. You know that, we talked about that. Ruby was still manipulating me, I was on demon blood. I couldn't have taken care of you."

Slowly Imogen shook her head, "Sam, all I'm hearing is excuses. I was your sister, I needed you then more than ever. You weren't the only one who lost Dean. Hell, I was just a kid. I barely knew what was happening."

"Imogen," he sighed, "I'm sorry. I really am. I should have been there for you."

"You're right. You should have," she shook her head, "You know, when you went to hell Dean didn't let me out of his sight. I was right there with him and Lisa and Ben."

Slowly Sam nodded, "I know," he sighed, "Dean's always done a better job with you than I have."

"That's funny since you were the one who was going to marry Jessica and have a family."

Sam sighed, "What do you want me to say, Imogen? I messed up. My brother died because of me. He sacrificed himself for me."

"I want you to tell me why you chose a demon over your own sister," she stated, "Why Ruby was more important than me?!"

Sam sat up, running a hand through his hair, "She was helping me kill Lilith! If I couldn't have Dean back then I wanted to kill the bitch who took him! Why is that so hard to understand?"

Imogen shot to her feet, "Because! I was your sister and I fucking needed you! Dean was my brother too, and he was dead and I needed you!" she screamed at him.

"This is ancient history, Imogen! Jesus Christ! Why are you bringing all of this up now?"

Upon hearing the uproar Dean jumped out of the shower, tying a towel around his waist, and walking back into the motel room.

"Because you chose a demon over your own sister!" she yelled before she realized Dean was back in the room.

"Woah, woah, woah," Dean said, walking over and putting his hands on his sister's shoulders from behind, "Neutral corners you two," he looked at Imogen, "Don't take it personally kid, Sam chose a demon over me too."

"Not helping, Dean," Sam muttered.

"You're right, I'm sorry," he looked at his sister, "Look, kid. We all make mistakes. Some a lot bigger than others, but at the end of the day we are family. Family is there for you when you make mistakes, so you've gotta forgive Sam. I know I did."

"Fine," she sighed, going back and sitting on Dean's bed, "Now go put on some clothes."

Dean nodded and went back to the bathroom.

"Are we good?" Sam asked, sitting back on his own bed.

Imogen nodded, "Yeah I guess so," she sighed, "I'm sorry for freaking out."

Sam shook his head, "No, I'm glad that you told me how you felt. I want you to talk to me."

"Ah," she scrunched up her face, "Don't get all mushy."

Sam rolled his eyes and laid back on his bed, "I'm going to sleep," he said, covering himself up with the blankets.

Imogen didn't bother to move from Dean's bed and drifted in and out of sleep too, until she heard Dean finally come out of the bathroom and sit on the same bed as her.

"Hey," she said, sleepily rubbing her eyes, "Do you want me to move so you can go to sleep?"

Dean shook his head, drying his hair with the towel, "No, you're fine. I've got to wind down a bit before I can sleep."

Imogen nodded, "Hey, Dean," she hesitated, "Did I see my mom die?"

Dean raised an eyebrow and looked at his little sister, "What? No, of course not."

"How do you know?"

"Em, I've told you the story a million times," but he sighed and relented, "We got to your house and it had been broken into. We found your mom's body in the backyard, and you were asleep in your bed. So Sam took you and got you far away from there while I took care of the mess."

"Okay," she sighed, "I just… I feel like I should have known. Like maybe she screamed or something and I would have woken up."

"You were just a kid," Dean explained, "Imogen, you can't keep blaming yourself for this. Even if you had heard and gone down stairs you couldn't have helped. You would have just died too."

"I know," she nodded, "I just wish I could remember her."

"You were young," Dean said, laying across the bed next to his sister.

Imogen paused, "You know, there's one thing I do kinda remember about her. Like I'm not sure if it was a dream or not. I mean, it feels real, but I dream about it all the time so I don't know."

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"I remember her telling me goodbye and that my brothers were going to take care of me. She said that she was going to have to go away and that I needed to listen to you boys," she took a deep breath, this was the first time she had spoken about this to anyone, "I feel like I saw her die, Dean."

Dean gently rubbed his sister's shoulder, "Imogen, I promise you didn't see her die."

"How do you know though?" she pleaded, "How could you know?"

"Because," he looked her directly in the eye, "I'm your big brother. It's my job to know these kinds of things," he took a deep breath, "I'm so sorry that we couldn't save her, Em."

"It's not your fault," she whispered, wincing a little as the baby rolled over painfully in her stomach.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

Imogen nodded, "The baby is just moving," she looked at him, "Wanna feel?"

Quickly Dean shook his head, "No, that's okay."

The teen frowned, "Come on Dean, it's just my stomach. It's not going to bite you."

Looking very uncomfortable Dean shook his head again, "No, I'm okay. Really. Make Sam feel."

"Well, he's asleep, and he feels it all the time. What are you afraid of?" she asked, grabbing his hand and laying it on her stomach.

Dean froze, he really wanted to pull his hand away but he didn't, and the second the baby started moving he was glad that he hadn't, "Holy hell," his smile could barely be contained, "That's a baby? That's so cool."

Imogen smiled and nodded, "That's your niece in there."

Dean didn't take his hand off of her belly, "Yeah," he chuckled softly, "Em, I can't believe this. I can't believe you're having a baby," he paused, "And if you ever tell anyone what I'm about to say I'll kill you… But I can't believe I'm excited about it."

A small smirk tugged at Imogen's lips, "Thank you for saying that," she said softly.

Dean nodded and then moved his hand from her belly, laying on his back and looking up at the ceiling, "What are you gonna name her?"

"I was thinking about naming her after my mom," she said, "Lucy Olivia."

"Yeah, I thought you might do something like that."

"Is that okay?" she asked.

Dean shrugged, "She's your baby," he paused, "Can I ask you something?"'

Imogen shrugged, "I don't see why not."

"What did you like so much about Nick? I mean why him?"

A small groan escaped the girl, "I don't know," she admitted, "He was normal. He wasn't a hunter. It was easy with him. He was funny and sweet and the first non-hunter I've had a chance to be friends with. Hell, he was the first person I ever had the chance to be friends with."

Slowly Dean nodded, "I get that, I guess," He sighed, "I'm sorry I ruined that for you."

"If you hadn't something else would have," she said, "A monster or a demon or something. Winchesters can't have friends."

Dean slowly nodded, "Ain't that the truth," he paused, "Hey, did I ever tell you about the first week Sam and I were taking care of you?"

Imogen raised an eyebrow, "No…"

"Well, it was hell," he laughed, "You were cranky and exhausted, didn't like spending all the time in the car. We thought we were going to kill you."

"Why didn't you?" Imogen asked, "I mean, other than you made a promise to take care of me."

"Well, you had been screaming in the backseat for over an hour. Sam spotted a park so we pulled over and let you out to play. It was the first time you actually seemed happy since we took you from your home. You were running around like crazy, climbing all over everything, laughing and smiling," Dean couldn't help but smile at the memory, "We really were just gonna let you play but you were so cute that we couldn't help but join in."

She looked at him, "You didn't kill me because I looked cute playing in the park? Once I got back in the car did I start screaming again?"

Dean shook his head, "No, Em. We bonded, for the first time. The three of us as a little family. And sure, after that you were still a pain in the ass, but you were our pain in the ass. So every time after that when you made me what to scream and pull my hair out I just remembered how cute you were and how much I loved you."

Imogen chuckled, "You're a jerk."

Dean nodded, "I know."

"Since we're taking a walk down memory lane," Imogen hesitated, "Do you remember when I met Cas for the first time?"

Dean groaned unhappily, "Yes, I remember it well."

"It was the first time I was on the road with you and Sam since you got out of hell. You and Sam had already met him and told me about him, but I hadn't met him yet. You guys left me in the motel so you could hunt. All of a sudden some random guy appears while I'm trying to watch TV."

Dean chuckled and nodded.

"So I pulled out the gun you left me. I emptied an entire clip into the guy and he didn't so much as flinch. Then he starts walking over to me, like he's going to grab me."

"And you stood up on the bed and kicked him square in the face before jumping out of the second story window of the room," Dean added.

"Yep," Imogen nodded, "Great timing because you were pulling into the parking lot right as I was doing that."

Dean nodded, "Oh I know. I nearly wrecked the car because I saw it happen."

"Yeah, but you were pulling me out of that bush in an instant," she smiled.

"I thought you were gonna be dead or something, if it hadn't been for that bush you would have hit the concrete" he told her, "I had no damn clue Cas was going to show up."

"Then Cas appeared by your side and I screamed."

"Yep. I had my fists raised, ready to punch someone. And then I saw him and I realized what happened."

"Yeah, you were gonna kick his ass while holding me upright. I couldn't stand, I was covered in blood from the glass. Pretty sure my leg was broken."

"Well, Cas fixed ya' up," he chuckled, "But we got the hell out of that motel before the police came. I still can't believe you jumped out a second story window."

"What?" she exclaimed, "It was either that or who the hell knows what would have happened?"

"Nothing," Dean stated, "He was looking for me and Sam."

"Yeah, I know that now. But I had no idea who the hell he was. Old man appearing in a room with a young girl. Remember, shoot first ask questions later- you taught me that."

"Yeah, yeah I get it," he smirked a little, closing his eyes, "We better get some sleep," he yawned.

Imogen nodded, laying back on the bed, "I'm too tired to move," she whispered.

Dean groaned and rolled onto his side, away from his sister, "Just go to sleep."

Imogen smiled and rolled onto her side away from Dean, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.