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Chapter three - Angels?

"Well?" Dean began as he and his brother sat down at the couch. He looked over to Lanie, smirking slightly. "I mean, don't get me wrong; It's not that I mind you two lovely ladies being here but I don't really like being kept out of the loop..."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean." He muttered, nudging his brother slightly.

Dean nudged him back and pouted. "I'm just being polite Sammy."

"There's a difference between being polite and being inappropriately flirty!" Sam protested indignantly.

"Enough with the little spat you've got goin' on here!" Bobby warned as he wheeled towards the coffee table. His words silenced both of the Winchesters. "Idjits." He mumbled, motioning towards the Winchesters. Lanie chuckled.

Imogen watched the four other adults talk but her mind wasn't really with her. She looked at her older sister and couldn't even begin to imagine Lanie saying such a thing to her. It hurt more than anything.

"Immy?" Lanie questioned, snapping Imogen from her thoughts. Lanie was now lent against the wall casually and everybody else seemed to be just waiting for them to begin to talk.

Imogen looked towards Sam and Dean and offered them a small smile. "This, um, well, it might sound completely crazy. And I mean so crazy that you might not be able to even comprehend th-"

"Imogen." Lanie cut her sister off, motioning down to her watch. "You're babbling."

The youngest of the two sisters frowned to herself but continued anyway. "Fine." She turned back to the Winchesters and Bobby. "I have visions about you. Well, I haven't exactly seen you-"

"Wait, you have visions about us?" Sam interrupted, surprised.

Imogen nodded and bit her lip slightly. "It's crazy, huh?"

Sam shook his head. "No, not at all. What are the visions about?"

"Well, I have only heard both of your voices and until today, I've never seen you. I've seen Bobby, his house and this really weird screeching sound and a bright white light."

Sam and Dean glanced at each other.

Imogen looked down.

"What else have you seen?" Dean questioned.

Imogen paused for a few moments, opening and closing her mouth like a fish. Even saying his name sent eerie shivers down her spine.

"Lucifer." Lanie stated, noticing that her sister didn't really want to say it.

Sam's eyes literally widened. "Lucifer?"

Lanie nodded.

What Imogen didn't want to say was how Lucifer claimed that she was to be his wife.

Dean looked between the two sisters and frowned before turning back to his brother with a look that clearly stated 'we need to talk'. As if he had read Dean's mind, Sam stood up from his chair and sighed. "We're just gonna go and get some stuff out of the Impala."

Dean followed his brother and the two of them left the lounge.

"Dude, what would Lucifer want with her?" Dean questioned as soon as they reached the Impala. Of course, they weren't really fishing anything out of the Impala but they had to make it look like they were.

Sam shrugged, biting his lip in a frustrated manner. "I don't know Dean. It's like you asking what he wanted with us and why they chose us so randomly. I know one thing for sure, though, it's got to have something to do with the apocolypse."

"Two sisters show up on Bobby's door step and it's to do with the end of the world?" Dean asked, causing Sam to nod his head. The oldest Winchester lent against his beloved Impala and sighed. "Sounds just about right. D'you think Cas' knows about this?" Dean pulled out his cell phone. He didn't know why he hadn't thought of the angel's knowledge before. The phone kept ringing for a few moments and Dean frowned... what was taking him so long?

"Dean."

"Finally. What held you up?"

"I forgot how to answer it." Castiel admitted.

Dean smirked slightly but then turned serious. "You need to get to Bobby's as soon as possible. We need answers if you have them Cas." Dean warned.

"About what?"

The oldest Winchester rolled his eyes as he glanced towards his brother briefly. "Oh, I don't know Cas. How about the fact that we have two sisters from England here claiming that one of them is having visions about us and Lucifer?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone. "What? Are you, what you call, joking?"

"Nope. Not even a little bit."

"They weren't supposed to arrive yet!"

Dean raised his eyebrow. "Castiel, if you know something you better get your angelic little ass down her-"

"I'm here now." Castiel stated beside Sam causing him to jump only slightly.

Sam turned to look at the angel in the trench coat with an unamused expression. "Jesus christ Cas." He paused when he realised what he had said and when he saw the glare on Castiel's face. "I mean, have you ever heard of a bell?"

Dean shut his phone and slid it into his pocket, his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What do you know?"

Castiel glanced at both of the brothers in turn. "They are to be your saviours." At the sound of Castiel's statement, both Winchesters burst out into a fit of laughter. Sam's was nervous and confused laughter and Dean's was humoured laughter.

"You've... got to be... kidding me." Dean gasped between breaths. He almost immediately stopped laughing when he saw the look of seriousness on Castiel's face. "Our saviours? Those two women in there are our saviours?" The idea of two women being their saviours was humorous to him. He just couldn't believe it. Women were supposed to be the ones who needed to be protected, not men. Especially not Winchester men.

"Heaven picked." Castiel replied.

Sam had stopped laughing now as well and frowned. "Why didn't you tell us before?"

"It was not my place. They had to come to you."

"Do they know?" Dean questioned.

Castiel shook his head. "They are supposed to save you from the apocolypse and yourselves."

Sam folded his arms. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well," Castiel began, motioning to both Sam and Dean. "You're both not exactly the most stable of people. I mean, your souls are shattered and twisted and broken ins-"

"I think we get the picture." Dean cut in, slightly offended, with a pout on his face.

"I was just stating a fact."

"What does Imogen having visions have to do with them being our saviours?" Sam wanted more answers.

Castiel turned to Sam. "Imogen's soul is what we call pure."

"She's a virgin?" Dean asked, slightly amused.

Castiel shook his head. "Not that kind of pure. What I mean is that she has an open soul. If she really wanted to, she could become a phsycic. When the archangels picked her to be one of your saviours, they placed everything about you into her mind. The visions must be happening because the apocolypse has started."

"The apocolypse triggered her visions?" Sam asked. Both he and his brother were obviously getting quite confused. "But why would she be having visions of Lucifer?"

"I don't know." Castiel admitted sadly. "Just keep them with you at all times and I will try to find out why she is having dreams about Lucifer."

"Why did Lanie get picked?" Dean questioned curiously. If Imogen had her visions then what could Lanie do?

Castiel glanced towards him. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that yet." With that, he dissappeared into thin air.

Dean stood up straight. "I hate it when he does that." He scratched the back of his head. The information that Castiel had given them was sinking in.

"So, what are we supposed to do now?"

"We go back inside and tell them."

"So, whereabouts in England do you come from?" Bobby asked curiously. He was trying to make conversation, yes, but he was also trying to bring the calm levels back to where they were supposed to be. Sure, there wasn't really a lot to be calm about but it was worth a shot.

"Originally?" Lanie looked over to Bobby for an answer. He nodded his head. "Cornwall; A little town called Perranporth. We moved up country after-" Lanie cut herself off and looked down to the floor for a few seconds before looking back up at Bobby. "We moved to London with our mom." She stated.

Bobby raised his eyebrow. "And your dad?"

Lanie immediately narrowed her eyebrows and gripped on to the necklace that was hanging loosely from her neck. "He left when Imogen was born." She lied the lie in which she had told Imogen. Technically, they ran from him when Imogen was three and she was seven, covering up the fact that he ever existed.

"Oh right." Bobby replied.

Imogen was still sat on her seat, tapping her fingers to a made up rhythym on her chair. The vision that she'd had just kept running continuously through her mind and no matter how much she tried to block it all out, she couldn't. Imogen stared into space, drowned in her thoughts.

Lanie glanced over at her and frowned slightly before willing herself to not get all het up. "You ever been to England?"

Bobby shook his head and fiddled with his hat. "Never really got the chance to travel around, y'know, with the line of work and all that."

Lanie was about to answer but she paused when she heard that Imogen was still tapping. She was staring into space and not even trying to get involved in the conversation. It unsettled Lanie, it worried her. "Would you just stop that?" Lanie snapped. She was scowling at Imogen, who still hadn't even turned to look at her. Lanie jumped away from the wall and shook her sister's shoulders.

"Lanie..." Bobby trailed off, shaking his head.

Lanie ignored him. Imogen flinched slightly and slowly looked into Lanie's eyes.

"Just get off of me Lanie." She sighed quietly. "Please." She added when her sister wasn't budging.

Lanie frowned, letting go of Imogen's shoulders but still standing in front of her. "This isn't you Imogen! You're acting like you don't even care!"

"I don't care?" Imogen demanded as she suddenly shoved her sister away from her. Lanie fell backwards, directly on to the floor. "Lanie, I feel like a freak of nature!"

Lanie looked at her sister in a surprised manner. Imogen rarely ever used violence towards her. In fact, it was unheard of - Imogen just really wasn't a violent person unless she was dealing with the Supernatural.

Imogen shook her head in disbelief of her actions and rose up from her chair, refusing to look her sister in the eyes. "I'm sorry Lanie, I just, um,-" She simply cut herself off and walked out of the room.

Lanie sighed to herself. "Shit." She muttered as she got up from the floor and sat down beside Bobby. "Why does she have to be so Goddamned arrogant about the situation?" She questioned, mainly to herself.

Bobby wheeled closer to the young lady and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Maybe she's scared?"

"But Bobby she's acting like she doesn't even care. I was the one who persuaded her to come out here. If it wasn't for me practically dragging her on to an airplane then she would have just gone on with our day to day life."

Imogen trailed into the kitchen, fiddling nervously with her cardigan. She felt terrible about what she had done to her sister but she just wanted some peace and quiet to recollect everything that was running through her mind. Imogen sat down at the wooden table and sighed to herself. Her headache was still running through her mind at full pout and sharp bolts of pain shooted through her every single second. She knew that it wouldn't die down for a couple more hours, at least.

Dean and Sam walked back into the lounge to see Lanie and Bobby sitting down at having a chat with each other. Bobby looked up to see them both back in the lounge and smiled. "You get the stuff out of your car?" He knew all too well that they were really just discussing the situation privately but he was happy enough to play along for their sakes.

"Actually," Dean began as he sat down beside Lanie. "We have some news."

"Wait, shouldn't Imogen be in here first?" Lanie questioned.

Dean looked around and noticed that Imogen wasn't in the room. "Oh yeah. Where'd she go?"

Lanie bit the inside of her cheek and frowned.

"They had a little bit of a... domestic." Bobby told the Winchesters. "I think she's probably in the kitchen."

Sam, who was still stood against the door frame, cleared his throat. "I'll go and get her?" He offered.

Dean smirked at his little brother. "I bet you will." His words caused both Lanie and Sam to narrow their eyes.

"Shut up." Sam mumbled as he walked out of the room.

"Hey," Imogen looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway, his facial expression thoughtful. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I mean, the visions are just a tad bit stressful but I'm good." She shrugged.

Sam walked further into the kitchen and motioned towards one of the spare chairs. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Imogen shook her head. "Knock yourself out."

When Sam had sat down he looked towards Imogen and sighed. "I heard that you had a little bit of a misunderstanding with your sister?"

"A misunderstanding?" Imogen questioned, her eyebrow raised. "I slapped her."

"Oh." Sam breathed out.

"But I really regret it. It's just, she can get so protective and weird about these visions sometimes. It's like she's trying to look out for me but I know that she doesn't accept them. Heck, I don't except them. We both want them gone. She wants me to speak about it all of the time but I don't want to. I just feel like such a freak. Normal people don't have visions."

Sam completely understood where Imogen was coming from; Dean had been almost exactly the same way and Sam, himself, had felt like a freak aswell. He offered her a soft smile. "I know this probably won't be much use to you but I used to have visions."

That caught Imogen's full attention. Any part of her which was still lost in her mind, came to the front of it and focused solely on Sam. "You had visions?" She realised what she had said before and frowned. "I hope I didn't offend you with the normal person part?"

The Winchester shook his head. "You didn't, don't worry. I'm just saying that I know exactly how you're feeling. The visions scared the hell out of me when I first started to have them and when Dean found out he didn't take it too well either. But, you might just have to accept that they are a part of you."

"I don't want them to be." Imogen mumbled.

"I didn't either but there's not really a lot you can do at the moment to get rid of them. Do you wanna know a tip?"

"Yeah, okay." Imogen suddenly held her head slightly when she felt another pain.

"Does your head still hurt?"

Imogen nodded, wincing as another pain shot through her head.

"Close your eyes and try to focus on a happy memory." Sam instructed causing Imogen to raise her eyebrow. "Trust me, it'll work." Hesitantly, Imogen closed her eyes and thought about the time when she and Lanie were little and she really wanted a brand new doll. It was an expensive one and there was no way that they'd be able to afford it. But when it came to Imogen's birthday, she opened up a package that her sister had brought her and found the little doll inside. It had the prettiest pink dress and the curliest blonde hair. It turns out that Lanie had spent a lot of her savings on the doll.

Whilst Imogen was thinking about her happy memory, Sam brought both of his hands towards Imogen's face and placed them either side of her head. He massaged her temples in soothing circles. Imogen was immediately pulled out of the vision and almost let out a breathy sigh when she felt Sam's warm, strong, yet gentle, hands massaging her temples. She was confused, and a little surprised, when she realised that the skin to skin contact sent shivers down her spine. She was also surprised when she realised that the headache was dying down a little bit.

"Is that better?" Sam questioned.

Imogen opened her eyes and smiled. "So much better," Her eyes were widened. "How did you do that?"

Sam shrugged as he continued to massage her temples. "It's just something I picked up when I had visions." He pulled his hands away from her face and smiled back at her. "You will get used to them, y'know?" He told her softly.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For everything. It's nice to know that someone else has been through what I'm going through."

"It's okay, anytime." Sam smiled again, genuinely.

"Uh, I hate to disturb your little chit chat," Dean began by the door, smirking, causing both Imogen and Sam to glance at him. "but we've got to have that discussion."

"What discussion?" Imogen asked curiously.

Sam looked towards her. "Dean and I found out some more about why you're having the visions."

"From who?"

"An angel." Sam stated hesitantly.

Imogen raised her eyebrow. "An angel?" Sam nodded, so she turned to Dean. "AN ANGEL?" She was completely surprised.

Dean nodded too. "And they ain't the stereotypical, fluffy winged, innocent ones either. Well, most of them aren't..." Dean trailed off, realising that he was going off topic. "Anyway, let's just go back into the lounge so we can speak to everybody."

Imogen, Sam and Dean walked back into the lounge and Imogen and Lanie made eye contact. Lanie didn't look very amused that Imogen had slapped her but she forced a smile on to her face. Imogen knew better than that though. "Sorry." She mouthed.

Lanie shrugged and gave her a look which clearly stated 'We'll talk about this later'. Lanie turned back to Dean and sighed. "So, what did you find out?"

Dean and Sam glanced at each other, as if they were deciding who would start off the conversation. Sam stepped forward. "You're our saviours."

It was Imogen and Lanie's time to burst into a fit of giggles now. Heck, even Bobby let out a loud, uproarious chuckle. The three adults almost keeled over in laughter.

"Yeah, that's how we reacted when we were told." Dean muttered.

Lanie, Imogen and Bobby looked over to Dean, clearly shocked.

"Y'mean to tell me that ya aren't jokin'?" Bobby questioned.

Dean and Sam nodded similtaneously causing Lanie and Imogen to look at eachother. "Wait, we're saviours?" Lanie was having a hard time believing that she could save two grown men when she couldn't even save her sister.

"Sorry to break it to you sweetheart but apparently you're supposed to save us."

"From what?" Imogen asked.

"The apocolypse." Sam stated.

"And who told you this? Flying unicorns?" Lanie demanded, obviously not liking the idea.

Dean shook his head and raised his eyebrow. "Flying unicorns?" He questioned. "Seriously?"

"What? It's the first thing that popped into my mind, okay?" Lanie rolled her eyes.

"It was an angel who told us." Sam explained.

"And not the fluffy, fun loving kind either." Dean added.

Lanie let out a small laugh. "Angels don't exist." She stated firmly.

"They do." Bobby put in, still quite astounded by the new information.

"Apparently you were, and I quote, 'heaven picked' to be our saviours." Dean furtherly explained.

Imogen's eyes widened. "Why were we heaven picked? What has this got to do with my visions?"

Sam and Dean looked towards each other. "The angels kind of implanted all of our lives into your mind. Cas, the angel, told us that the apocolypse must have triggered your visions."

Lanie frowned. "They implanted things into my sister's mind?" She demanded, balling his fists tightly together. "What gives them the right?"

"Well, they are angels Lane'," Imogen began, rubbing her head. "Apparently, by the sounds of it, they can do what they like." Imogen turned back to Sam. "Why us?"

Sam shrugged. "We have no idea."

"But we're going to find out." Bobby added.

"So, what are Imm' and I supposed to do now?" Lanie questioned.

Dean remembered what Castiel had told him. "You'll stay with us."

"And we don't get a say?" Lanie folded her arms against her chest. It just wasn't fair that she and Imogen had been put in charge of two grown men.

"You stay with us and help us find a way to possibly stop the apocolypse and then the visions will stop or you go back and Imogen will carry on having these visions." Dean gave her two options. "Your choice."

Lanie slumped back in her chair and sighed. "Goddamnit." She muttered to herself; Dean was right. They had to stay.

Sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger! I'll try to update sooner this time... it's just, end of term coursework has been driving me insane! Let me know what you think of this chapter.