"Hey, hey, hey," Dean gently slapped his barely conscious sister's face, "It's gonna be okay. One more dose and this is all going to be over."

"I'm so sorry," her voice was weak and her head fell to the side, "Dean."

Dean gently rubbed her shoulder, "I know, kid. I know."

She was handcuffed and tied to the chair. Plenty of rope and chains and she hadn't been left unsupervised for even a moment since her fourth dose. She had just been given her seventh dose and soon enough it was going to be time for the last one. Dean was hating every last second of it, with every dose he felt like he was killing his sister because with every dose she was getting weaker. The cure was taking more out of her than he expected.

"I've done terrible things," she said and coughed, a tiny bit of blood staining her lips, "Dean."

"You were a demon, Imogen. It wasn't you."

"No," she groaned out, "Not when I was a demon. I never left Hell."

Dean frowned but didn't say anything.

"When I was a human."

"Stop, Em. We don't need to talk about this right now. We'll talk later, when you're feeling better."

"I can't fix it," she breathed out, "I can't fix what I did. The things I did to stay one step ahead."

"All right," Dean sighed, not liking the sound of that, "We can talk about this all later. No apologizing until you're a human."

He didn't want to talk about it so Imogen switched gears, "Does she look like me?" she asked, opening her eyes for just a brief moment but closing them again, "Axel."

Dean sighed softly, "No, not really."

"Oh."

Dean wasn't sure if she was disappointed or just too weak to speak, "She looks exactly-" but he was cut off as Castiel was walking back in the room, "Cas."

Castiel looked at Dean, "Yes?"

"Axel, she looks just like you."

"I bet she's beautiful," Imogen sucked in a sharp breath, "Does she know about me?"

Dean hesitated but relented, "She doesn't know that you're her mother."

Castiel stood silently, somewhat worried that if he spoke that Dean wouldn't answer Imogen, and Castiel wanted to know the answers. He was just too afraid of being shot down for asking.

"What about Cas?" she finally did manage to get her eyes open and hold her head up.

"She doesn't know about Castiel. She thinks I'm her dad."

"Couldn't think of a better dad for her to have," Imogen said before her head fell again.

Dean looked to Castiel, "Is she okay?"

"She's breathing," he assured Dean, "But no, she's not okay."

Dean nodded and stood up, "Can you sit with her for a bit? I think I need to get some air."

Castiel nodded, "Of course Dean," he grabbed Dean's arm as he started to walk out of the room, "This is almost over. Your sister will be back soon."

Dean nodded and continued out of the room and up the stairs. Sam was sitting at the table doing something on his computer and looked up when Dean appeared.

"Hey," Sam got up, "How's it going down there?"

"Oh great," Dean barked sarcastically, "Yeah we're all down there shooting pool and smoking a fat one."

Sam groaned, "You're the one who banished me to the upstairs."

"Yeah and you're the one who couldn't refrain from talking shit to our sister."

"She's not our sister," Sam argued.

"Exactly!" Dean exclaimed, "That demon wasn't our sister, but our sister is going to remember everything that you said to her! And you really don't think after being the damn queen of Hell for the last twelve years it's going to be hard enough for her to deal without you adding onto it?"

"You're right," Sam nodded, "I'm sorry Dean, I really am and I'll apologize to her. It was the heat of the moment."

"I know," Dean nodded, "She's just in really bad shape and it's hard seeing her like that."

"So the cure's working?"

"I think so," Dean nodded, "She's in the weepy, apologetic stage. Hell, she's barely conscious."

Sam sighed, "Once she's cured are you gonna go and get Axel? Bring her back here?"

Dean frowned, "I don't know," he admitted, "I think Imogen's gonna need some rehabilitating time. Besides, Crowely's probably going to be pretty pissed that we took his queen. You really think he's not going to come looking for her?"

Sam nodded, "You've got a point."

"I just want to make sure it's safe before we bring her out of hiding."

"I get that," he agreed, "How are you going to explain that to Imogen?"

"I don't know… I guess I've just got to hope that she trusts that I know what's best for the kid."

"Yeah well," Sam sighed, "I guess we will see."

Dean nodded, "I guess we will."

"Is Cas down there with her?"

"Yeah, I needed some air," he sighed, "Speaking of which, are you hungry?"

Sam shrugged, "I could eat."

"Awesome," he pulled his keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Sam, "Go get some pizza. Pretty sure Em's gonna be hungry when she's herself again."

"It's the middle of the night, Dean. Where the hell am I supposed to get pizza?"

"I don't know, Sammy. Go pick up a frozen one at Walmart. You can bake it here."

Sam nodded, "Pizza was always her favorite."

"Drive safe, brother. Take care of my baby."

Sam rolled his eyes and headed up the stairs and out of the bunker.

Dean took a seat where Sam had been sitting and noticed a half empty beer bottle sitting next to Sam's computer. He picked it up and walked into the kitchen and started to pour it out but before he tipped it over he stopped and looked at it.

"What's one beer?" he asked himself as he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a drink from the it. He sighed happily after he swallowed it, "Forgot how much I like beer," he said to no one as he finished off the bottle and tossed it into the trash can and went and sat at the map table and propped his feet up on it. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, hopeful that he might have a call or text from his daughter. But it was the middle of the night and she had school in the morning, she was surely asleep. Even though he really wanted to hear her voice he settled for sending her an encouraging text for her to wake up to.

Dean was surprised less than two minutes later when his phone was ringing and it was Axel's number, but he didn't hesitate in answering it, "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

"Too anxious," she answered him.

"So my text didn't wake you up?"

"No, I was awake."

"You're gonna have a hell of a day at school tomorrow."

"Yeah," she agreed, "I know that. But I was looking at my class schedule and the school map and trying to figure out what the quickest way to all of my classes is going to be."

"How did I get such a nerd for a daughter?" Dean teased, "You're uncle Sam is going to be so proud when I tell him."

Axel laughed halfheartedly, "Thanks."

"I miss you, Axe."

"I miss you too, Dad."

"Dean!" Castiel called from the basement, "Dean, I need you down here."

"Axel I've got to go. But you'll call me right? As soon as you get out of school?"

"Yeah Dad, I'll talk to you soon."

Dean hung up his phone and slipped it into his pocket before hurrying down to the basement, "What's going on?"

"It's time to give her the last dose," he met Dean's eye, "You do know that there's a chance that she might not live through this."

"You could fix her," Dean reasoned, "If this kills her."

"Maybe," he sighed, "I don't know."

"We've got to try."

Castiel held the needle in his hand, "Do you want me to do it?"

Dean shook his head, "No, I should."

Castiel nodded and handed over the syringe.

Dean took it from him and stood at the edge of the devil's trap, "This is it Imogen," he said, taking a step inside and then moving closer to his sister, "This is the last dose. You're gonna be your old self soon. I promise," Dean set one hand on top of Imogen's head to hold it still as he stuck the needle in her neck and pushed the plunger. She didn't react, didn't even flinch. Then he cleared his throat before reciting the incantation, ""Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus. Hanc animam redintegra, lustra! Lustra!"

Quickly Castiel handed Dean a knife and the man sliced his hand open and placed it against Imogen's mouth. Her whole body went rigid and her eyes opened, revealing the glittery, gold color. Which slowly faded back into her usual green.

Dean took his hand away from her mouth and Castiel grabbed it, immediately healing it.

"Thanks," Dean looked at Castiel, not having expected that, then grabbed the flask of holy water and splashed his sister with it and when she didn't scream in pain he let out a breath of relief, "Welcome back, sister."

Imogen was breathing heavily and looked from Dean to Castiel, she started to speak but nothing came out.

Dean leaned in and started untying her, "You don't gotta say anything right now," he assured her, "There will be plenty of time for that after you've gotten some sleep," he looked up to Castiel, "Give me some help here?"

Castiel nodded and started untying her. Once all the ropes were off he grabbed the keys and started unlocking her cuffs. Once she was free both of the men helped her to her feet.

"Are you hungry?" Dean asked, "Sammy went out to get some pizza. It's like four in the morning so I kinda doubt he's gonna find anything. But we have some…" he shook his head, "Actually, we haven't been home in a couple of weeks so we really don't have anything."

Imogen cleared her throat, "I think I want to just go and lay down."

Dean nodded, "Come on," he put his arm around his sister and walked up the stairs with her and led her into her old room.

"You left it the same?" she asked as she sat down onto the bed.

"Yeah," Dean nodded, "Well, except for the mattress. We burned that."

Imogen nodded, "I'm so, so sorry Dean."

Dean took a deep breath and kissed the top of her head, "I love you so damn much Imogen."

She felt a tear rolling down her cheek, "I've got a lot to make up for."

"Then you better rest up," he half smiled, "If you need anything, anything at all come and get me. I don't care if I'm awake or asleep or in a coma, I'll wake up for you," he helped her lay down and then he covered her with a blanket, "I made Sammy do the laundry so these are all nice and clean."

"He hates me," she said softly, "He should."

"No," Dean assured her, "He doesn't hate you, I can promise you that much."

Imogen nodded and closed her eyes. Dean left the room, shutting the door behind him as silently as he could and walked back into the main room where Castiel was sitting at the table looking perplexed.

"You constipated, Cas? What's wrong?" Dean asked, taking a seat across from the man.

"Imogen."

"Yeah, we pulled her ass outta the fire."

He shook his head, "Her eyes, they were gold."

Dean nodded, "Yeah that was pretty crazy. Never seen anything like that before. I've seen black and red, and Lilith's were white. Imogen's pretty special though, not too shocking she'd be a special kind of demon."

"I don't know," Castiel scratched his head.

"Do you know something I don't?"

"I'm sure there's a lot that I know that you don't."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Thanks smartass."

"I'm sure it's nothing," Castiel assured him.

"Okie doke," Dean walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for something to drink but the only thing inside of the fridge was a case of beer that Sam must have picked up while he and Castiel were watching Imogen. Instead of getting water out of the sink he grabbed a beer out of the fridge. He popped the top off and headed back into the room and sat at the table across from Castiel.

Castiel looked at the Winchester, "Should I stay?" he asked.

Dean shrugged, "Do you want to leave?" he took a drink from the beer.

"No," he shook his head, "I want to stay. I want to be here in case she needs me."

"That's my boy," Dean smiled, "I'm sure she'll appreciate that."

"Are you sure?" he asked, "Because I'm not. I'm not sure that she'll want me here. If it wasn't for me she would never have been in this mess."

"What makes you say that?"

"The baby is what killed her. If I hadn't impregnated her she wouldn't have sold her soul and she wouldn't have died."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Man, you really are a Winchester."

Castiel's eyebrows came together in confusion, "I'm sorry?"

"Blaming yourself, I mean," he sighed, "Cas, Imogen sold her soul before she even knew that she was pregnant."

"Then why didn't she say anything? If she knew she was dying and going to Hell why wouldn't she tell us so that we could help her?"

"I don't know," Dean admitted, "But maybe she'll tell us. She's the only one who knows the answers, so we've just got to wait for her to tell us."

"All right," Castiel nodded, "So I guess we will just have to wait."

"I guess so," Dean downed the last of his beer, "I'm going to go lay down. Let me know if Imogen gets up, okay?"

Castiel nodded.

"And fill Sammy in when he gets here?"

"Will do."

Dean stood up, "One last thing, don't skip town without saying goodbye. Someone needs to be on alert incase my sister gets up."

"All right," Castiel nodded, "Sleep well, Dean."

Dean nodded and turned and headed into his room to lay down.