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Chapter five -A strange world.

Lanie sat down on the chair beside Imogen's hospital bed, keeping her eyes on her little sister at all times. The doctors had told them all that Imogen had slipped into a short term coma, of sorts, and that she was probably struggling against it. Lanie knew that this was something to do with the angels, or the demons, and she was, quite frankly, fuming.

Sam was sat on the other side of Lanie's bed, his hands enveloping one of hers. Occasionally, Dean shot him a questioning look, to which he simply shrugged off. The feeling of protection he felt towards Imogen scared him. Dean was sat with Bobby near the bottom of the bed.

"Dean," Castiel suddenly walked into the room, pulling Lanie and Sam's attention away from Imogen. If anything, the arrival of the angel startled them both - even if they knew beforehand that he was supposed to be joining them.

Dean stood up from his seat, greeting Castiel with a tired sigh. But, before he could talk to the angel, somebody else interrupted him...

"What the hell is happening to my sister?" Lanie demanded as she too stood up and stormed past Dean, stopping right in front of Castiel. She eyed him up and down, her hands balled into fists.

"It has nothing to do with the heavens... I cannot do anything." Castiel stated.

Lanie saw red and swung her fist at Castiel's face. An intense pain suddenly shot through her hand and she keeled over in complete surprise; His head was hard! Castiel didn't even flinch. "Ah, you son of a bitch!" She hissed, holding her hand.

Dean walked over to her. "Are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?" Lanie demanded as she looked up and glanced around at everyone. "My sister is in a stupid coma and she keeps having these scary visions which I can't help her with! She doesn't ever tell me anything anymore, so how am I supposed to help her?" She turned to Castiel. "And, to top it off, I just punched an angel and he, he may have broken my hand!"

Her outburst had momentarily startled everybody. Lanie hadn't ever snapped in front of any of them in the short time that she'd been in South Dakota. "I'm sorry Dean," She began - surprisingly softly - after her out burst, before turning to Castiel. "Now, you can wake my sister up or I'll kick your feathery ass all the way down to hell." She threatened, narrowing her eyes in a deadly manner. She pulled her attention away from Castiel to look down at her hand. The pain had spread slightly up her arm and even the slightest movement caused an intense stinging sensation. "Shit." She muttered to herself.

Castiel sighed. "I cannot do anything Delaney... this is the work of Lucifer."

Sam clenched his fists tightly together at the revelation. "What?" He demanded, eyes widened, as he looked back to Imogen; She was lying in the bed so peacefully that Sam would never suspect that Lucifer was with her. The mere thought made his skin crawl, and it made him angry. Of course, he knew that it might have something to do with the devil but, after hearing it from Castiel, he wished he was wrong.

"Lucifer has Imogen trapped inside her mind." Castiel explained.

"Sam?" Imogen breathed out, completely shell shocked. The Sam in front of her looked so care free... and so genuinely happy. All of the pent up rage which Imogen saw when they were at Bobby's seemed to have vanished into thin air. "Where's Lanie, Dean and Bobby?"

Sam raised his eyebrow as he picked up the little girl and walked to the bed. He held the little girl as if she was the most fragile thing in the world. "Well, Lanie and Dean are in Vegas and Bobby is back in South Dakota, babysitting little Johnny whilst their gone." He turned his attention to the little girl in his arms and kissed her forehead. "Sweetheart, what did we say about waking mommy up?"

The little girl looked up into Sam's eyes innocently. "She woke herself up." She pointed out indignantly.

Sam chuckled. "I'm sure she did."

"Johnny?" Imogen questioned, wondering who Johnny was.

Sam paused for a few moments, watching Lanie carefully. Something was up; He knew it. "Our nephew?"

"Nephew?" Imogen leant forward, her mouth agape. "You mean Lanie and Dean have a child?" All of the information was so surreal. Suddenly, her eyes widened. "Lanie has a baby?" She repeated, not being able to imagine her sister settling down and having a baby. Of course, Imogen knew that Lanie would make an amazing mother but their job was just something that blocked that out of Imogen's mind.

"Daddy, what's wrong with mommy?" The little girl asked sweetly, yet very obviously confused.

"Mommy?" Imogen mouthed to herself. The shock had turned to sheer confusion. Was the little girl in front of them her daughter? She didn't even know that she'd been pregnant!

"I don't know Layla, I think she's just a little bit tired." Sam put Layla back on to the floor and ruffled her hair.

"Daddy!" Layla gasped, fixing her hair back into place. Imogen guessed that Layla was around three or four years old and she couldn't help but like the love that she felt towards her.

Sam chuckled. "Why don't you go and play with your dollies whilst I talk to mommy?"

"Okay," Layla turned to Imogen and smiled sweetly. "I love you Mommy."

"I love you too." Imogen stated instinctively but then she quickly covered her mouth.

Layla skipped out of the room, content with playing with her dollies and Sam sat down on to the bed, concern etched in his face. "Imogen, are you okay?" He questioned, taking both of her hands in his. He rubbed soothing circles over them with his thumbs causing her to look down at them. There was a silver wedding ring on her finger, and one on Sam's.

"Uh, Sam?"

"Yes darling?"

"Why do I have a wedding ring on my finger?" She blurted out. "And why do you?"

Sam raised his eyebrow. "Because we're married?"

"Really?" Imogen looked completely shocked.

Sam chuckled. "Yes! We have been for almost five years now... Is something bothering you?"

"Sam, I'm in a vision." She stated, looking back up to meet Sam's gaze.

He shook his head as he moved one of his hands to one of Imogen's cheeks. "Sweetheart, you haven't had a vision since the apocolypse ended."

Imogen raised her eyebrow at the pet name and then widened her eyes when she heard about the apocolypse. "Sam, it isn't ended. I'm in a vision. I was at Bobby's and I'd told you that I didn't have a vision the night before and then I kind of dropped to the floor." Whilst she was trying to explain this to Sam, Imogen found it difficult to concentrate; her skin felt like it was melting underneath his touch. And the way that he looked at her made butterflies jump around in her stomach.

"It's all over Imogen. We stopped the apocolypse, we all started normal lifes, well we go on the occasional hunt - but that's besides the point - and we have a beautiful daughter. You never have to worry about your visions ever again. I promise."

"We have a daughter?" Imogen demanded.

"Um, yeah, Layla Mary Winchester." He stated slowly. "Imogen, are you okay? I'm worried."

Imogen knew that she was in a vision. She knew that something was going to happen and it was all going to turn in a nightmare. But she just couldn't help but smile; This place seemed happy. This place was amazing. Even though it was so amazing, she knew that it was all a dream. "I'm okay." She shrugged.

Sam smiled, as he leant forward to press a soft kiss against Imogen's lips.

When he pulled away, Imogen was speechless. He chuckled. "You're acting like it's the first time that we've kissed, Imm'."

Imogen laughed nervously. "You have no idea."

"So, let me get this straight," Lanie began nervously. "Lucifer has trapped my baby sister inside her own mind?"

Castiel nodded. "That's what I've heard."

"Well, is there anyway to pull her back out of her mind?" Sam snapped, his nostrils flared. "Because I don't think it's a wise idea to leave her in there," He pointed to Lanie's head. "With the frickin' devil."

"He is the only one who has the power to wake her again." Castiel explained.

Lanie shook her head in disbelief. "This is complete bullshit." She walked past the angel and headed straight out of the hospital room door, slamming it behind her. As she walked down the hallway, she frowned to herself. If the angels weren't going to at least try to help her sister then she would do it herself.

Meanwhile, back in the hospital room, Dean looked between the door and Castiel and shook his head in the same manner that Lanie had. "And there really isn't anything that you can do?" He asked, his focus settling on the angel in front of him.

"I'm sorry Dean; There really is not anything that I can do. Are you forgetting that I am not exactly heaven's favourite angel at the moment." Dean wasn't sure but he was pretty certain that he detected a slither of sarcasm in Castiel's voice.

Sam turned away from Imogen for a few moments, though her hand was still between his two. "D'you wanna run after Lanie, Dean?" He questioned causing his brother to glance over at him. "I mean, she isn't going to do anything by killing herself." He, himself, wanted to go and murder Lucifer with his bare hands, but he knew it wouldn't do anything for Imogen. If he wanted to do that and he barely knew her then he could only imagine what lengths Lanie would go to.

Dean apparently had the same mindset as his little brother. "I'm on it." He briefly turned to Castiel. "Flutter off and try and find something Cas'." With that, Castiel disappeared into thin air.

"I could always go back to the house and research?" Bobby began from beside the bed. The two Winchesters looked towards him. "I mean, it's not like I'll find much but something's better than nothing." He shrugged.

The oldest Winchester nodded. "Thanks Bobby." Dean turned on his feet and strode towards the hospital door. He wasn't really sure where to look for Lanie, but she hadn't left too long before him.

Imogen was sat in her bed, still thinking over everything. She'd only just met Sam, outside her vision, and she was going to get married with him? She was going to have a child with him? It just all seemed so surreal and impossible. Sam had left Imogen to have some alone time and had taken their daughter to the park.

"I need to figure something out." Imogen muttered to herself. On the small, wooden table beside her lay a picture of Layla, Sam and her and a cell phone next to it. She picked it up and quickly scrolled through the contact list, stopping instinctively when she saw Lanie's name. Lanie was the person who she really wanted and needed to speak to; Imogen was scared and slightly worried.

"Hey little sis'!" Imogen heard Lanie exclaim happily. Shortly after, she heard her older sister giggle. "Dean, not now! I'm having a phone conversation."

"Lanie?" Imogen questioned, her throat dry. She couldn't help but smile, though, at the sound of Lanie's voice being so happy. Imogen wasn't sure of a time when her sister had sounded that carefree.

"Imm', what's wrong?" Lanie was suddenly attentive and serious, her voice filled with worry.

Imogen sighed. "I think I'm in a vision Lane'."

Over the phone, Imogen heard a lot of fumbling and cursing, and the halt of a car.

"Delaney, what the hell?" She heard Dean yell, at a very high volume. He sounded both shocked and slightly angry. "I let you drive the Impala and you almost crash us into a tree?"

"You've had a vision?" Lanie ignored Dean, her breath sounding as if it was hitched inside her throat.

Imogen shook her head, though it wouldn't have really done much good. "No, I'm in a vision. All of this isn't real." She whispered into the phone. "Me and Sam together? Not real. Our child? Not real. You, Dean and your little child? Nope, not real. Well, you and Dean are real but- Oh, I'm freaking out over here!"

"Imogen, are you seriously tripping or something? Dean; you talk to her!" Lanie was just too confused and slightly worried about the fact that her little sister was spouting off about those sort of things.

Imogen was about to protest but Dean spoke. "What's wrong Imogen; Is Sammy not satisfying your womanly needs- OW! Lanie, I was only messin' with her!"

"Not the time Winchester! She's scaring me... talk to her."

Imogen looked down to her spare hand and glanced at the wedding ring. It was a simply, gold band. Even though it was so simple, it was perfect. Imogen preferred the simple, little things in life and didn't really like much of a fuss. She turned her attention back to the phone conversation, though.

"Dean?"

"Imogen, what's wrong?"

"I'm in a vision and none of this is real." Imogen heard Dean chuckle and she frowned, not in the mood for jokes. "I barely know your brother and I woke up to find out I'm not only married to him but we have a child!"

"I think she might be completely serious..." Dean muttered to Lanie, but Imogen could still hear him.

"You believe me?" Imogen exclaimed.

Suddenly, Dean started chuckling. "No, are you insane? Imm', your visions are well and truly done and dusted... you stopped having them a long time ago so you don't need to worry about them. You have this life now sweetheart, enjoy it... Look, I'll pass you back to Delaney."

"Imogen," Lanie began almost immediately. "We'll be back from Vegas in a few days... Just try and keep yourself alive until then."

As much as Imogen was happy that her sister seemed so carefree, she also missed the worrying side of Lanie. It was clearly obvious that their lives had changed so much. Imogen thought that she would like freedom away from Lanie but it was strange... it would take getting used to if it was a permanent thing, which it wasn't.

"Okay," But she played along because she knew that Lanie and Dean would be as useful to her as an ice cream in winter. "Have fun."

"Oh, we will." Imogen could almost see the smirk on her sister's face. "Just, look after yourself... yeah?"

Imogen nodded. "I will."

The phone clicked and Lanie held it against her hand for a few seconds... she didn't know quite what to think. Her visions never seemed to last as long as this one was and she was starting to get frightened. The world around her seemed too perfect.

Lanie didn't have means of transport; she didn't even have her purse with her. "Great, this is perfect!" She muttered angrily to herself, watching people rush in and out of the hospital. They were all going in because of normal, human dilemmas. Her sister was in hospital because the devil had locked her inside of her own mind. Somehow, Lanie thought her life was insane. Scratch that; She knew her life was completely and utterly insane!

She had protected Imogen against so much in the past but now she felt like no matter how much she tried she just couldn't anymore. Lanie instinctively gripped the gold locket that was hanging from her neck and held it in her hands. She winced when she remembered that her other hand was still stinging.

"Hey," Lanie turned around slightly to see Dean walking towards her. "How are you holding up?"

Lanie sighed. "Let's just put it this way Winchester; If I didn't damage my hand on an angel - who is made of rock, by the way - then I would hit him again, just because I am so angry."

"D'you wanna get it checked out?" Lanie gave him a confused look. "... Your hand, I mean."

As much as Lanie did think it was a good idea to get her hand checked out, she shook her head. "I need to concentrate on Imogen."

"You can't concentrate on Imogen if your hand is as bad as it sounds." Dean pointed out indignantly.

"Why do you care?" Lanie questioned suddenly. She didn't mean to sound so blunt or harsh but she was confused.

"About?"

"About my hand... Honestly, I'll live. The only thing we should be concerned about is getting the devil out of my sister's head." Lanie explained, folding her un-injured arm across her chest.

Dean noticed something in Lanie that reminded him of himself. "Look, sweetheart, as much as you want Imogen to be free of Lucifer... he obviously wants her for something. If you just sit here and let yourself get injured then you're not going to be able to help your sister. You need to keep yourself in tip top shape if you seriously want to help us kill the devil."

"Oh, believe me, I do."

"Exactly," Dean placed a comforting hand on to Lanie's shoulder. " and you can't do that with a fucked up hand."

Lanie sighed. "You're right." She looked back down to her hand.

Dean took his hand off of Delaney's shoulder and motioned towards the hospital. "Let's go and get your hand sorted out and then we'll concentrate completely on getting Imogen awake again, even if it means killing a lot of demons for information," He pulled his wallet out of his jacket and took out a credit card. "It's on the house."

Lanie raised her eyebrow. "It's a fake, right?"

The oldest Winchester nodded, with a smirk. "The best kind."

Okay, sorry for taking so long to update! It's the start of the summer holidays so I'm out quite a lot but I PROMISE that I will update by Thursday. Thank you for the reviews, story alerts and favourites! You guys make my day! :)