"Look, Em. I don't know what you know or how you found out but just let me explain," Dean began, but was quickly interrupted by a fist slamming into his jaw, "Jesus, Em," he groaned painfully, "Why the hell did I ever teach you how to fight?"

"Save it Dean, you're just going to tell me another lie."

"No!" he barked, "I'll tell you the gods-honest truth. I swear. Just untie me and I'll tell you everything."

"You think I'm a fucking idiot?" she barked at him, "I untie you and you can overpower me. Right now I have you right where I want you."

Dean sighed, "So what? Are you going to kill me? You don't even want to hear what I have to say? You don't want to know what really happened?"

"I already know what happened, Dean."

"See, I don't think you do. Look, it was a hard situation. Your mom tried to call Dad, but Dad was already dead so I came here. Me and Sammy. She told us about a local werewolf-"

Imogen punched him square in the nose this time, "I already know that lie!" she screamed at him, "You are a sick piece of shit, you know that?"

"Imogen," Dean spat out the blood that ran from his nose into his mouth, "Just listen."

"No," she growled, "I'm sick of listening. You told me all these years that my mom was killed by a werewolf. Well, I talked to the police here. Someone who worked the case, my mom was shot on this kitchen floor. She was fucking gun downed," she glared at her brother, "Werewolves don't shoot, they fucking bite and rip and tear."

Dean took a deep breath, "Imogen, Sam and I… We came here when your mom had a case for us. Your mother was killed because of a werewolf."

"No she wasn't," Imogen spat loudly, "She was killed by you. Not before you fucked her though, right?" she shook her head.

"What the hell are you talking about? I never ever touched your mother, not like that."

"Oh sure," she rolled her eyes, "That's not what the police told me. They said that someone fucked her and killed her."

"Well I sure the hell didn't fuck her," Dean barked, "Imogen, I swear to you. I never had sex with your mother."

"Oh, so you did kill her?" Imogen rolled her eyes, "Why, Dean? Why did you murder her and kidnap me?"

"Let me explain," he said again, taking a deep breath, "Sam and I were hunting a werewolf in this neighborhood. There werewolf was your mother. She didn't know, we didn't know until we saw her out prowling. Em, we had to kill her. We didn't have any other choice."

"How do I know you're not lying?" she growled.

"Go to my car. Look in the trunk. Hidden inside a red gun case is an envelope. Go get it and bring it back here."

Without a word Imogen walked out of the room and into the garage. It took her a few minutes of searching before she found the envelope Dean was talking about. She headed back into the kitchen and showed it to him, "This?" she asked.

Dean nodded, "Open it and read it."

Slowly Imogen turned the envelope over and opened it up, pulling a letter out and unfolding it. She shined her flashlight on it and looked down at the small, obviously rushed, handwriting.

Imogen,

I'm sorry that I don't have more time to write this for you, but your brothers will be coming any minute now to pick you up and I don't want to waste our last little bit of time together. I just want you to know that I love you so very much and I'm so sorry that our time together was so short. I hope that when you receive this letter you still remember me fondly.

I want you to know that I've come to terms with my death, and I don't want you to ever blame your brothers for doing their job. Please, your brothers are good men, some of the best that I have ever met. One day they are going to save the world, I really believe it.

I wish I was going to be there to watch you grow up, but I can't. So just know that if there is an afterlife that I'm going to be waiting for you there. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone- please always remember that.

Anyways, take care of your brothers and let them take care of you. If you're still as stubborn as you are now I know you'll want to do everything on your own, but you don't have to. You have your family. Sam and Dean are your family, and family means everything.

Be happy. All I want is for you to be happy. I love you.

-Mom

Imogen wiped angrily at a tear that had dripped down her cheek, "Why are you just now giving this to me?"

Dean sighed, "She asked me to give it to you when you needed it the most."

"So why not when my son died? Or hell, anytime in the last two years?" she growled, "How do I know that this is even real?"

He raised an eyebrow, "You think I knew you were going to tie me to a chair and threaten me? You think I had that in reserve just in case you lost your mind?"

Imogen frowned, "You know, I might not even be your sister," she said, hoping to get a reaction.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, "Of course you're my sister."

"How do you know that? My mom's word alone? You didn't even know I existed until you showed up that day."

"There are pictures of you and Dad when you were a tiny baby, Em," he sighed, "You know that, you've seen them."

Imogen shook her head, "That police officer I talked to said he used to go out with mom. Said they were pretty hot and heavy for a while. He thought he might be my father."

"Wait… You told him you were the missing girl?"

"No, idiot. Of course not. I went down to the station and talked to him."

"The police were just happy to give out information to a civilian? I know they didn't believe you were FBI."

"I didn't pretend to be FBI. I'm not stupid. I said I was a college girl writing a paper."

"And he just forked over all this information about his sex life and this case?"

"Not exactly," she said, starting to shrink back a bit.

"So what, did you pay him?"

Imogen felt her skin starting to crawl, and just remembering it got her pissed off, "I blew him Dean! There, I told you. Are you fucking happy?"

Dean just sat there for a few moments looking absolutely awe struck, "You gave a blow job to a guy who told you he might be your father?"

"No," she took a deep breath, "He didn't tell me that until after."

The two sat there in silence for an uncomfortable while.

"Don't look at me like that," she growled, "Don't pretend like you're somehow better than me. I did what I had to do. Ya'know, it was easier than fucking the truck driver who picked me up back in Denver," now her tone was cold, she wanted to hurt Dean, or at least make him sick.

"Jesus, Em… What the hell happened to you?" his voice was shaky.

"Life," she barked, "Happened while you were off doing whatever the hell you did for six months."

Dean took a deep breath, "Em, I can't tell you enough times how sorry I am for leaving-"

Imogen pointed the gun at his head, "I don't want to hear it!" she screamed, "I want to cause you as much pain as I feel!"

"Imogen," he took a deep breath, "It doesn't matter how badly you hurt me, it's not going to make you feel any better," he looked at her with a deep concern, "Believe it or not it's just going to make you feel shittier. But hey, you wanna shoot me go ahead. I deserve it."

Slowly Imogen shook her head, "No, I'm not going to shoot you," she told him.

"Then what are you going to do?" he asked, feeling quite uneasy.

Imogen's shaky hand slowly lifted the gun up and pressed it against her own temple, "Something that I should have done a long time ago."

"Hey," Dean barked, "No, Imogen. Killing yourself, that's not going to solve anything."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Sure it will. I was gonna do it the night I lost Ollie and blew Nick away. The only thing that stopped me was Sam and Bobby walked in and stopped me."

"Yeah! And that was a good thing too! Em, we need you here. Me and Bobby and Sammy. We need you."

"Oh fuck off, Dean," she barked, "I don't care what you need anymore."

Imogen lowered the gun so that she could cock it and then pressed it against her head once more, "Just know Dean, this is your fault," she rested her finger on the trigger.

Dean had slipped the ropes earlier when Imogen had gone out to the Impala, but he had been hopeful that she would come to her sense and untie him, now it wasn't quite looking that way. He would have to time this perfectly if he didn't want to lose his baby sister.

Dean waited until she had closed her eyes before he jumped out of the chair and grabbed her by the wrist of the gun that she was holding causing the weapon to fly out of her hand, painfully twisted it so that it was behind her back, and pushing her up against the wall, keeping his body pressed against hers so that she couldn't wiggle out.

"Get the fuck off of me!" she squirmed, "I want to fucking die!"

"I'm sure you do," Dean stated calmly, "Too bad," he reached into her pants pocket to grab his cell phone.

"Get your fucking hands off me you pervert!"

Dean didn't respond, just kept her pinned up against the wall while he called his brother.

"Hey! Sammy!" he barked when his brother answered, "I need you to get to this house like now. Seriously, emergency," he didn't wait for Sam to speak before he hung up and put his phone into his pocket.

"I fucking hate you, Dean!" she growled.

"Yeah, well I love you," he roughly turned her around, forcing her to look at him, "I love you and I'm going to help you whether you like it or not. Understand me?"

Imogen spit in his face and Dean just shook his head. He wasn't sure what to do with Imogen, especially since Sam wasn't around to help. He knew he couldn't take his eye off his sister or something permanent might happen.

Dean and Imogen both jumped out of fright when the front door was slammed open. It was much too soon for Sam to be here. Dean peered around the corner to see a large, middle aged man in a police uniform approaching.

"What are you doing here?" the man barked, making his way into the kitchen where Dean was with Imogen.

"Officer Jack?" Imogen asked, looking at him.

Jack paused, "Wait… You're that kid I talked to earlier today, aren't you? What the hell are you doing here? Don't you know this is trespassing?"

Dean's eyes widened, "Excuse me?" he barked, "You're the officer she talked to?" he turned to Imogen, "This is the guy that you talked to?"

Imogen slowly nodded. No matter how fucked up things were between her and Dean she knew the big brother in him would always come out. So that's why she wasn't surprised when Dean shoved the officer up against the wall, sticking an arm against his throat to cut off his air.

"You made my sister give you oral sex?" he growled.

The man gasped for breath, trying to form words but unable.

"She's a minor, you fucking pedophile," Dean dropped the man to the ground before kicking him in the stomach, "And that's for lying to her and telling her I fucked her mother!"

Imogen grabbed Dean by the arm and jerked him back, "What the hell are you doing?" she whispered, "He didn't know who I was! You wanna go to fucking prison?"

Jack laughed softly, slowly getting to his feet, "You think you're so damn clever, don't you Imogen?"

Imogen looked at the man, "What do you mean?"

Dean stepped in front of Imogen so that Jack couldn't get to her as easily.

"I knew who you were the second you got into two," he smirked, "I could smell you."

"Smell me?" she questioned, not putting the pieces together.

"He's a werewolf, Imogen," Dean barked, annoyed with the banter.

"That's right. Purebred, actually. I was the one who bit your mommy."

"Wait," Imogen swallowed hard, "You knew who I was… You knew I was your daughter and you had me-"

"No," the man barked, "You're not my daughter. I only said that to mess with you. Hell, most everything I said to you was to mess with you. To confuse you. To lure you here so I could get rid of you too. Little did I know you were gonna bring the actual real hunters with you."

"I am a real hunter," she spat vehemently.

"Oh sure," Jack chuckled, "Tell yourself that. If it makes you feel better. Dean however, I'm betting that he would have known from the jump that I wasn't human."

"Why the hell do you want to kill me?" Imogen asked, "What did I do to you?"

"Well, see here's the thing. It's not so much what you did to me as what your mother did to me. See, I loved her, but she was in love with that stupid Winchester-motherfucker. I didn't have a chance, not while she was human anyways. So I turned her, hoping that it would work out in my favor. I was going to teach her to control herself and her urges like I do. but she actually called Sam and Dean out here to exterminate her before I ever got the chance."

"So what were you going to do with me?" she demanded, "Kill me? What?"

Jack shrugged, "I don't know, maybe. Whatever she wanted. But she died, and I would have taken you under my wing but those pesky Winchesters got to you first."

Imogen pushed Dean out of the way so that she was standing toe-to-toe with the man, "So what? You're gonna kill me now? Why?"

"Well, see I've actually been trying to track you down for a couple of years now. You seem to have something of mine."

"What the fuck could I possibly have of yours?"

Jack reached his hand up to gently caress her cheek.

"Get your fucking hands off of her!" Dean yelled, stepped close.

"Oh calm down, Winchester. If I wanted to hurt her don't you think I've had plenty of chances?" but the man reachd for the necklace that was hanging around her neck and roughly ripped it off, "This is mine."

"No!" Imogen barked, "That's my mother's. It was the last fucking thing she ever gave me! Give it the fuck back."

He shook his head, "Not a chance. I gave this to your mother, she never gave it back. It's mine now," he snickered, "You know, I actually sent one of mysons, Trever, to retrieve it but he never came back."

Imogen felt absolutely sick to her stomach, "You're not telling me that…"

"Oh," he smiled dramatically, "That's exactly what I'm telling you. I told Trev to just go there and back but the poor boy is young and he gets hungry. So sorry if he snacked on someone you love."

The young girl felt her mouth go dry and her voice was barely audible, "You son-of-a-bitch," she breathed as she lunged for the man, who happily opened his mouth to show his sharp, pointed teeth.