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Chapter four - Barely breathing.

Lanie was sat at the kitchen table, reading through a South Dakota newspaper. She found it weird adjusting to the changes that were already embracing her in America, like how the roads were all on the opposite side to the roads in Britain. Sure, she didn't have a car to drive in America but it was still a noticeable change. The accents of the Winchesters and Bobby were completely different to anything that she'd heard in Britain. The most noticeable change was the fact that they were going to be in America for a long time.

She didn't really know much about the apocolypse. In England, both Lanie and Imogen had heard things which had been passed from hunters from America to hunters from their own country but it had pretty much been like a game of Chinese whispers and they kept hearing different things from different people. Lanie knew that it was a growing problem; Things were changing all over the world, innocent people were being put at a high risk and the devil was out of it's cage.

What Lanie didn't know, but definitely wanted to find out, was why the Winchesters and Bobby were so knowledgable and intense about the apocolypse, and how they were linked to it. Did every single hunter in America go to the lengths that they seemed to go to to prevent the end of the world?

"D'you know what you need?"

Lanie looked up to see Dean standing in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the frame. "I don't know, what do I need?" Lanie sighed, her eyebrow raised as she waited for Dean's answer.

Without a word, Dean walked over to one of Bobby's kitchen cupboards and opened the door, pulling out two bottles of beer."A drink." He offered her a grin.

"And why would you be offering me a drink?" Lanie questioned curiously. They had rarely spoken.

"Honestly?" Lanie nodded at Dean's question. He joined her at the table, sitting opposite her. "You look like you need one." He placed the bottles of beer on to the table and then pushed one towards her, and she caught it between her hands.

"Thank you." She smiled.

"Oh, wait, I should get a bottle ope-" Dean cut himself off when Lanie put the bottle top into the mouth and managed to bite the lid off with her teeth.

Lanie gulped a few sips of her beer and then put it on to the table, glancing over at a surprised Dean. "What?" She demanded, eyebrow raised.

Dean shook his head in amusement. "Nothing." He got up and walked over to the kitchen drawer, pulling out a bottle opener to open his own.

Imogen was sat in the junk yard with Sam. Both had their legs crossed, facing each other, and were sat on the floor, involved deeply with their conversation. They were talking about visions and more about each other's own experiences of them. Imogen didn't know why but she felt so at ease talking with the Winchester about it all.

"So you actually saw things happen before they actually did?" Imogen bit her lip after she'd asked Sam this question. She wondered whether or not her visions would progress to something as scary as that.

Sam nodded. "All the time. At first I thought I was going-"

"Insane?" Imogen cut in.

"Yeah," Sam grinned. It felt so weird for him to be talking to casually about visions. Even though his visions rarely happened anymore, he still found it difficult to have in-depth conversations with Dean about them. He was also surprised at how comfortable he felt around Imogen. Besides Dean, Bobby, Ellen and Jo, Sam didn't particularly have anybody else who he felt comfortable around.

"I know the feeling; I felt completely and utterly stark raving bonkers when the visions first started happening!" Imogen exclaimed causing Sam to burst out in laughter. "What?" Imogen studied his expression in confusion. Sam continued to laugh, keeling over to catch his breath. "Seriously, what is it?"

Sam took a gasp of air and sombered, even if it was only a little bit. "It's just-" He laughed a little bit more. "The way you word things, and- and your accent... it's all totally awesome."

Imogen folded her arms across her chest but she couldn't help smirking. "I don't know why you're laughing so much. Your accent and the way you word things is awesome too... wait, I mean; 'It's all totally awesome'." She quoted Sam's words, even perfecting his own accent to a tee.

The Winchester pouted when Imogen started laughing, almost as much as he had.

"Sorry," Imogen began as she calmed down. "But the pouty look really doesn't suit you."

"Oh really?" Sam demanded, mock disappointment laced through his voice.

"Yes, really." Imogen grinned intently. "You look like one of those people in England who beg for money in the streets." She joked.

"I think you'll find that they're called bums."

"Well, we call them tramps back in England."

Sam laughed slightly and then turned serious. "Can I maybe ask you something?" He questioned hesitantly.

"Yes, sure."

"How does... Lucifer tie into these visions?" He so badly wanted to know this, more than Imogen could possibly imagine. Sam Winchester was supposed to be the vessel for the devil and if the devil was in Imogen's visions then he really needed to know why.

Imogen's face immediately paled and she pulled her gaze away from Sam, dropping it to look into her hands.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you or anything."

Imogen looked back up again and shook her head. "No, no, it's okay." It wasn't okay but, at the same time, it definitely wasn't Sam's fault. He was only curious. Imogen didn't really know what else to say to the younger Winchester. She certainly didn't want to mention the whole wife ordeal... Imogen remembered when she had that dream.

Imogen's vision;

Imogen immediately opened her eyes. This was the fourth time that she had slipped into one of her strange nightmares. She was beginning to worry that they were something else, but she was too scared to tell Lanie. Looking around, Lanie's eyes stopped moving when she saw a man, standing a few yards away from her, just staring at her. His face was scarred with, what looked like, permanent burn marks.

"Hello Imogen. I'm glad to finally meet you." He stated in a monotonous tone that unsettled Imogen.

She stood up from the floor and narrowed her eyes. "What the hell is this?"

The man walked closer to her, still keeping his distance, though, as he eyed her up and down. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Do you know what? It is actually lovely to put a name to the face... and what a beautiful face it is."

Imogen raised her eyebrow, bravely. "I wish I could say the same about yours." It sounded like something that her older sister would say.

The man suddenly appeared directly in front of her and gently took one of her hands between both of his. "Don't worry," He began, his expression amused. "I'll be in a new vessel soon." She tried to pull away but his grip suddenly tightened on her and he turned almost assertive. He looked into her eyes and there was something about him which pulled her in. The depth of emotion in his eyes scared her, but it also excited her. It was as if she was drowning in the deepness.

"This is just a dream you know?" Imogen told him as she forced herself to avert her gaze.

He took one of his hands away from hers and used it to pull her chin up, so that he could look at her again. He tilted his head sidewards, thoughtfully. "I think you know differently Imogen. This right here is certainly not just a dream. You're special."

"Wh-who are you?"

The man smiled warmly, but there was a lot about his expression that Imogen did not trust. "I'm Lucifer."

Imogen's eyes widened as she tried to squirm away from his grasp. Still, he was too strong for her. Lucifer? The devil? Imogen just could not believe it. "No you're not."

Lucifer shook his head sympathetically. "You can surpress my truths for as long as you want, but I am Lucifer. Satan, the devil, there are many more names which others use for me. I prefer Lucifer." His finger stroked Imogen's jaw line causing her to squirm even more.

"What do you want with me?" She whispered in complete disbelief.

"I want you." Lucifer stated so simply that it sent shivers down Imogen's spine.

She shook her head vigorously. "You can't have me."

"I can. And do you want to know why?" Lucifer moved his hand from Imogen's chin and placed it on her heart. "Because you'll realise that this belongs to me. I want you as my wife Imogen and I will go at any cost to get you. Your powers are so mindblowing. I need you for the apocolypse." He leant forward and pressed a soft kiss against Imogen's skin. "Even if it means killing Delaney." He whispered.

Imogen shook herself away from the memory of that vision. After having that vision, Lucifer appeared in almost every single on of her visions that didn't involve the Winchesters. She looked over to Sam and sighed. "I'll tell you, but only if you tell me something after."

Sam nodded at her request. "Okay, that sounds like a fair deal to me."

"He keeps telling me that I'm special and that my powers are mindblowing and that he needs me in the apocolypse." She paused for a few moments, silently debating with herself whether or not she should tell Sam about the whole 'Lucifer wanting to marry her thing'. "And he threatened to kill Del- Lanie if I don't." She whispered finally. Sam didn't need to know about the wife business.

Lanie's explanation silenced Sam for a few moments. Even though he didn't really know her, he could tell that she was holding something back; he was always able to read people easily, it was a skill that was taught extensively to both him and his older brother. He didn't want to press the subject any further though, he could also tell that she was getting a little bit upset. "You know, he can't make you do anything that you don't want to do..." He trailed off firmly.

"He said he'd kill Lanie." Imogen whispered, tears forming at her eyes.

Instinctively, Sam gripped one of Imogen's hands between his. She froze for a few moments, remembering that Lucifer did that. But then she noticed how Sam's hands were much more gentle than his. They felt warm and loving. There was something about Sam, in which Imogen saw trapped rage though. "Lucifer will use threats but he won't do it. He won't kill Lanie. If he kills Lanie then there is no way that you'll say yes. He's just threatening you to get the reaction that he wants - believe me. What did you want to ask me?"

"I wanted to know why you're so involved in the apocolypse? I mean, it seems like it's personal to you and Dean."

Sam thought about it for a few seconds. She was underestimating the whole personal thing. "It is personal... see, it was our fault that it even started." He whispered, looking down guility.

"You two started the apocolypse?" Imogen gasped, completely shocked. She gave Sam's hands a comforting squeeze, not believing that they would have done it purposefully.

Sam didn't want to tell Imogen about the fact that he got addicted to demon blood, and that he still thirsted for it sometimes. He didn't want to tell her that he let Lucifer out of his cage. "Michael, the arch angel, wants to use Dean as his vessel." Imogen remained silent, which pushed Sam to continue. "And, well, Lucifer wants to use me as his vessel. They can only fight each other when they are using us."

Imogen's eyes widened into huge circles. Sam was the vessel in which Lucifer was talking about? "Wow." Was all she could muster out of her mouth. "Why do they want you guys?"

Sam laughed bitterly. "Apparently it's our destiny." He shook his head angrily. "But, Dean and me, we aren't going to just give in. We're going to stop the apocolypse."

"How?" Imogen was skeptical and that was definitely apparent in her tone of voice. "I mean, don't get me wrong, but this thing is obviously big. Heaven against hell; good against evil." She paused when she said the last part, mentally cussing herself. "... Not that you're evil or anything."

"Don't worry, I know I must be. Why else would Lucifer want to use me?"

Imogen shook her head. "Don't think like that Sam. I can already see a bundle of good in you."

Sam scoffed. There used to be good in him. After everything that had happened since before Dean went to hell he was struggling to hold on to the slither of good that he had left inside of him.

"Come on mopey," Imogen joked as she stood up from her spot, pulling her hand away from his. "Let's get inside." She walked back towards the house and Sam just simply sat and stared at her for a few moments.

"Do you-" Lanie cut herself off to try to remember what she was going to say. She briefly glanced around at the ten empty beer bottles and the bottle of whiskey that they were making their way through and sighed, pouting slightly.

"Sorry, what was that?" Dean slurred.

The drink had hit them both hard and neither realised it.

Lanie remembered what she had asked him. "Do you know what I hate about having a younger sister?" She motioned for the Whiskey bottle and Dean took another gulp of it before passing it to her.

"What do you hate about having a little sister?"

Lanie downed the rest of the bottle, which wasn't a lot, and slammed it on to the table. "The constant need that I have to protect her. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love having the responsibility to look after her - I practically raised her - but, she, she just throws it back in my face by hiding her feelings from me. Why doesn't she get that if she wants to talk, I'm here for her? I'm worried Winchester! Do you ever feel like th-this?" She was stumbling over her words.

Dean nodded instantly. "Totally. See, Sammyyyy got himself into a bit of a pickled situation-" He paused for a split second, craving a pickle.

"What?"

"I really want a pickle." He didn't even know why he had said pickle to begin with.

Lanie rolled her eyes, but giggled regardless. "You were saying?"

Dean blinked once or twice. "Oh, yeah! Right, as I was saying, he got himself into trouble and he, he hid things from me. He snuck around and did disgusting things. I-I'm just finding it hard to trust him right now. He thought he was doing it for the 'greater good' but really, he was drowning in this problem. Maybe I should have killed that demon bitch when I first met her." He clenched his fists at the thought of Ruby.

"D-demon bitch?"

"Let's just say that Sammyyy had a... thing with a demon."

Lanie wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Eww! I wouldn't trust a demon as far as you can throw them."

"Exactly my point!" Dean sighed. "Anyway," He scooted closer to Lanie, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Are all the British girls as hot as you?"

Lanie scooted even closer to him, so that their noses were almost touching. Dean didn't know why, but he felt quite speechless. She licked her lips seductively and then suddenly tapped his chest. "I'm not that rat-assed." She smirked as she leant back into her seat.

Dean remained silent but then pulled himself out of it. "Rat-assed?"

"It's another way to say drunk." Lanie explained, laughing.

"What?"

"I still can't believe that you just tried to flirt with me." She carried on giggling.

The sound of her giggle made Dean laugh, even if he was quite embarrassed.

"What's going on in here then?" Imogen questioned as she walked into the kitchen. The moment that she saw the drink in front of them she shook her head. How she didn't guess that Lanie would be getting drunk with an innocent man was beyond her.

"How did I know that you'd try to get an innocent woman drunk when you've just met her Dean?" Imogen turned around to see Sam a few paces behind her. Apparently, they had both thought the same thing.

"We were just chillin'." Dean shrugged.

"And killin'." Lanie smirked, remembering a line from a movie that she had recently watched. It was a film from the nineties, but she still got laughs from it.

All three of the other adults looked over at Lanie questionably.

"What?" She defended herself, indignantly. "Oh, you guys suck."

"Where's Bobby?" Sam observed that Bobby wasn't outside or downstairs.

"He decided to hit the h-hay." Dean replied back.

"Well, I think I might hit the hay too." Lanie began, laughing suddenly.

"What?" Sam questioned.

She walked closer to him. "Do you remember I said you reminded me of a tramp - I'm sorry, I mean Bum - earlier?" Sam simply nodded, a grin beginning to form at his lips; He had a feeling what she was trying to say. "I think you may have competition." She pointed to their siblings.

Sam laughed along with her. "Wow, I don't know how I didn't see it before."

Imogen shook her head in amusement. "Well, I'm hitting the hay now. I'll see you in the morning." She gave his arm a quick squeeze. "Night Sam, it was nice speaking with someone who understands what I'm going through." She walked past him and down the hall, travelling up the stairs.

Sam smiled, feeling a tingling sensation from where her hand left his arm. He placed his own hand over the spot. "Night." He whispered back to absolutley nobody.

"Sammy," His brother pulled him away from the nice moment. Sam turned back in the direction of Dean and Lanie to see them getting more drink out. "Come and join the partay!" Dean smirked.

Sam sighed. "I think I'll pass." He was tired too. "Night Dean, night Lanie."

"G'night." He heard Lanie mumble.

"Your loss." Dean shrugged. "Night."

Sam walked down the hall and up the stairs. All he could think about was Imogen, and he didn't know how to not think about her; He didn't want to stop thinking about her. The feeling scared him. He quickly shrugged it off and made his way to his own guest room.

In the morning, Imogen woke up with the realisation that she hadn't had a nightmare in the night. She sighed in relief, but she was still very wary. This was the only night since they started that she didn't have one. Naturally, she was suspicious. Still, she slumped out of bed and walked in a tired manner towards the hallway. She walked all the way down the stairs and into the kitchen, happy about not having a vision. It was a good feeling to just be able to relax after a night of sleep.

When she got into the kitchen, she laughed at what she saw. Sam was stood in front of the table with his cell phone out, snapping photographs. Bobby was sat at the table, chuckling at the situation. Dean and Lanie were both passed out in their chairs, their faces on the table. There was no doubt in Imogen's mind that they'd had a lot of drink last night.

"Sleep well?" Bobby asked when he spotted her. Sam turned around from taking the pictures and smiled at Imogen, a gesture in which she returned.

Imogen knew that Bobby was really asking about her visions. "Yes, thank you. I didn't have a vision." Her expression was puzzled, but happy.

"You didn't?" Sam asked, surprised.

Imogen shook her head. "I didn't even have a dream, I don't think."

Bobby narrowed his eyes suspiciously and fiddled with his hat. "They're up to something." He said, motioning to the skies above.

Imogen shrugged, smiling. "I'm happy for the moment, at least I got a decent nights sleep." She turned her attention back to Dean and Lanie, who were both stirring out of their sleep.

"Eurgh," Lanie mumbled, turning to Dean. "You stink like a liquor shop."

Dean chuckled. "If I smell like a liquor shop, then what does that make you smell like?"

Lanie thought about that for a few moments. "Roses."

"Yeah, whiskey covered roses."

Bobby cleared his throat causing both Lanie and Dean to turn in the direction of Lanie, Sam and Bobby.

"Did you guys have a good night drinkin' me out of house and home?" Bobby questioned. He was only joking, what was his was theirs, but he still decided to string them along.

Lanie covered her ears and Dean covered his own. "Stop shouting." He mumbled.

"D'you know what will make you both feel better?" Sam questioned, amused.

"What?"

"A grease covered bacon sandwich in an astray." Bobby and Imogen laughed at Sam's words.

Dean groaned and Lanie held her hand against her mouth, surpressing the urge to throw up.

"I hate you." Dean muttered.

Sam shrugged. "I remember when you said that to me." He pointed his finger accusingly.

Imogen, laughing and feeling happy, suddenly felt an overwhelming pain shoot through her. She dropped to the floor, her knees colliding with the wooden panels and held her head in her hands.

"Shit!" Sam exclaimed as he rushed towards her. He scooped her into his arms and noticed that her eyes were shut, and that she was beginning to shake again. He steadily opened one of her eyelids to see that her eyes were lulled to the back of her head.

Bobby, by this time, had wheeled towards them, with a damp cloth in his hands. Dean had followed behind him. Lanie was a little bit slower, due to the fact that she was hungover. But when she saw Sam kneeling over Imogen she jumped up from her seat and stumbled towards her sister. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" She repeated the words of which everybody else was mentally thinking.

"Imogen," Lanie began as she knelt down beside them both. Imogen didn't even respond, her body was stilled. She wasn't even breathing. "Imogen? Imogen!" Lanie began to shake her sister's body, violently trying to wake her up. When she got no response she started trying to hit her awake, softly using her fists to punch her sister's stomach. "WAKE UP!" She shouted. Imogen had never just stopped for this amount of time.

"Dean, she's not waking up." Sam's voice was strained. He noticed that Imogen's normally bright and healthy skin was turning a shade of blue.

Dean gripped Lanie's shoulders and tried to pull her away from her sister and, at first, Lanie struggled against his restraints, still punching her sister, streaks of warm tears flowing down her cheeks. Dean eventually picked her up by the waist and dragged her away. He turned her around to face him and she started to punch his chest. "Wake... her... up." She pleaded between sobs. Dean grabbed both of her hands and held them tight, trying to stop her from using them. In one swift movement, she fell into him. Her body was wracked with sobs and every single one caused her to vibrate incontrollably. Dean placed his strong arms around her and closed his own eyes, not being able to stand hearing her crying like she was.

Sam continued to look down at Imogen, feeling as if he couldn't breathe. Suddenly, the blue colour was fading, and transitioning into something similar to her ordinary colour. Bobby pressed the cool cloth against her head. "Feel for her pulse boy!" Bobby exclaimed causing Sam to place to fingers against her neck. There was a faint pulse! Sam let out a huge sigh of relief. "Dean, she's alive." He announced.

Lanie was still crying, unaware of everything around her.

"Delaney," Dean began. Normally Lanie would have attacked someone for using her full name. Instead, she didn't care. "She's still alive."

Lanie immediately pulled away from Dean and rushed back towards her sister. She looked into Sam's eyes, wiping her own. "A-are you sure?"

Sam nodded. "Her pulse, it's back. But it's weak." Sam bit his lip in consideration. "Dean, I think we need to get her to a hospital."

"No!" Lanie exclaimed, causing all three men to look at her. "She hates hospitals."

Bobby raised her eyebrow. "She doesn't really have a choice in the matter girl." He turned to Sam. "Pick her up and get her in the Impala, Dean drive them all to the hospital, Lanie get in the car with them. I'll follow in my truck." Bobby was sprouting out so many orders that everybody just stayed where they were to try and remember what they were supposed to be doing. "NOW!" He exclaimed causing them all to suddenly remember what they had to do. Sam picked Imogen up and paced, with his long legs, towards the door. Bobby wheeled out of the the kitchen, with his keys in his own hand. Dean picked up his keys and headed towards the door. He stopped to turn around to see Lanie looking like a lost puppy. He walked back to her and grabbed her hand. "Hey, you okay?"

Lanie blinked away from her thoughts and looked back at Dean, nodding. "I just hope she's okay." She whispered.

"The sooner we get her to the hospital, the sooner she'll be okay."

Lanie didn't hesitate. "Come on then." She dragged Dean towards the door.

Imogen woke up in a strange place. This place wasn't like one which was in her visions; It was comfortable, it felt safe. She sat up and came to the realisation that she was lying in a bed.

"Mommy!" A voice exclaimed from beside her. She looked down to see a young girl with shaggy brown hair looking up at her from beside the bed. She had her thumb stuck in her mouth and a teddy in her other hand. There was something about her eyes which felt familiar. They were innocent and brown.

A manly, familiar chuckle led Imogen to look towards the door. Her eyes widened when she saw what she saw. "Hey, let's just leave mommy rest."

"Daddy!" The little girl ran towards the door and was scooped up by the man; The man was nobody other than Sam Winchester.

My longest chapter yet! Let me know what you think! By the way, the vision isn't all that it seems. ;)