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Chapter six - Awake

"Have you found anything yet?" Sam questioned into his phone as he kept his worried gaze on Imogen. He had been left with her for almost thirty minutes alone and she hadn't even moved once. Her body seemed to be eerily still and it scared the Winchester.

As soon as Sam heard Bobby sigh on the other end of the phone, he frowned in return. "Nothing."

It turned out that Lanie's hand did need to be checked as she had broken a few of the bones in her hand. Dean was surprised that she had actually taken it as lightly as she did. Once the doctors bandaged her up, and Dean paid the hefty bill, they walked straight back to Imogen's hospital room.

Dean held one of the hallway doors open for Lanie and she chuckled lightly. "I didn't peg you down as a gentleman type."

"Oh yeah?" Dean smirked, watching as she walked through the door and then following behind her. "What sort of guy did you 'peg me down' as?"

Lanie smiled innocently. "Egotistic, cocky, arrogant, only-wants-a-woman-for-one-thing type of guy." She listed her initial views of what she thought the Winchester would be like, causing him to pout. "You know; the usual?"

Dean pouted. "But your opinion's changed?"

Lanie stopped just outside Imogen's room. "Only the arrogant part." Her words simply caused Dean to shrug his shoulders. The pair walked into Imogen's hospital room and saw that Sam had just gotten off of the phone.

"Did Bobby find anything?" Dean questioned as they made their way towards Imogen's bed. When they got there, Lanie sat down back in her seat and just stared at her sister for a few moments, as if she was trying to will her out of her sleep.

Sam shook his head. "He said he's gonna keep trying though."

Dean leant beside the bed and sighed. "And Cas?"

"He hasn't been in contact yet."

"I can do this," Imogen stated in a quiet, unsure voice. She shook her shoulders and sighed. "I can do this!" She bellowed out, more confidently than the last time. She looked around at the empty bedroom. "Lucifer?" She called out, looking up to the ceiling. "I know that you're to blame for this! And I'd rather not get stuck in my mind..." Imogen trailed off her rant as she decided that if Lucifer was listening to her then he just didn't want to answer.

"Imogen, Imogen, Imogen," Imogen suddenly spun around, only to see Lucifer leant against the wall. He seemed to be smirking, which only angered her.

"I knew you had something to do with this." She snapped, folding her arms against her chest. "What the hell is this?"

Lucifer walked closer to Imogen's bed. "It's your future... and even you have got to admit that it is amazing."

Imogen rolled her eyes but she couldn't help but nod slightly; If she didn't wake up in such a panic and actually stopped to live a day in this world, then she probably would have thought the world around her was perfect. But, she knew that she wasn't where she was supposed to be and that nothing could be so perfect without some sort of hidden clause. "What's the catch?" She questioned, eyeing Lucifer carefully. She kept her distance, backing away from him as he sat down beside her on the bed.

Lucifer chuckled. "You're a clever woman, did you know that?"

"And you're the most evil thing to walk the earth." Imogen pointed out.

Imogen watched Lucifer and actually noticed that the look on his face was one of offense. He actually looked upset, but Imogen knew not to trust him for a second.

"I am not evil Imogen." Lucifer began softly. "My father is the evil one. God isn't all that he is piped up to be you know? With every ounce of my body I loved hi-"

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to all of this crap. What's the catch?" Imogen interrupted firmly. She'd heard Lucifer complain about God two or three times before and she didn't believe it.

"The only way you'll have this life is..." Lucifer trailed off, as if he was taunting Imogen. "You side with me in the apocolypse."

Imogen's mouth gawped open in disbelief. She knew that there had to be a catch but she was having a hard time hearing it. "And, if I don't?"

"Then, your sister won't live past her thirty second birthday."

"You wouldn't dare touch Lanie!" Imogen snapped, clenching her fists together.

"I wouldn't need to." Lucifer began before moving closer to Imogen, backing her right up against the bed post. He trailed his hand across her left cheek and smiled evily. "I'd just send a few dozen demons on her trail. And, I'm not talking about the pathetic little amateurs... I mean the real deal. She wouldn't stand a chance."

Suddenly, Lucifer pressed two fingers to Imogen's forehead and she fell back on to the bed. Images of Lanie hung up on to a ceiling flashed through her mind. She saw the look of pure terror across her older sister's face and then watched as Lanie burst into flames.

"LANIE!" Imogen shouted out. But she couldn't even whisper another word, because smoke forced itself into her mouth and down to her lungs. She keeled over and the last thing that she heard was her sister's shrill scream.

Imogen gapsed for air, pulling it in as if the world was running out of it. She sat up sharply and keeled over her stomach. The harsh sound of her breath caused Sam, Lanie and Dean to focus in on her properly. Lanie lunged forward and patted her on the back, relief flowing through her intensely.

"Immy? Thank God!" She exclaimed.

Imogen took one last deep breath and slowly looked up again. She saw Dean staring intently at her, she saw Sam sat beside her, his eyes searching hers for some sort of clarification that she was okay. But she had to turn away; She was still confused about everything that she had seen in her dream, even if she had only seen a few things. She turned to face her older sister, and her face immediately faltered as images of Lanie burning on a ceiling came back into focus.

"L-Lanie?" Imogen demanded, before suddenly wrapping her arms around Lanie's neck and letting a wracked out sob escape her lips. She was so relieved that the feeling swept over her.

Lanie patted her sister's back and glanced between Sam and Dean, obviously concerned. "Imogen, what's wrong?" Whatever it was, Lanie knew that it certainly was not good and she was determined to get to the bottom of it all.

Imogen didn't want to tell them all what had happened in her vision. For one, it would just be extremely weird and awkward if the fact that Lanie and Dean and Imogen and Sam were coupled up and married, with a child each! They barely knew each other. Imogen was sure that Lanie would run a mile at even the thought of commitment. She also didn't want to tell them about Lucifer threatening her - especially because his threat was fatal to Lanie!

She knew she had a choice to make; Go to Lucifer and give herself in, saving her own sister's life - which is something she'd go to great lengths to do - or keep fighting him and risk the chance of Lanie dying in that horrific way.

The doctors had called her sudden recovery a complete miracle and, after a few checks, allowed them to take her back to Bobby's. A part of Imogen didn't want to go back to Bobby's; she didn't want to have to deal with their questions. And, oh, they had questioned her. Lanie was on her case from the second that the doctors told them she could leave. She asked her younger sister about what had happened in her vision, what she had seen and how she felt.

Dean also questioned her. He'd asked all about Lucifer. Was he in her vision? If he was, what did he say to her? He knew that it was to do with Lucifer, it was written all over Imogen's face when he bombarded her with questions.

Sam, however, didn't question her as much as the two other hunters. He watched her intently, and studied her reaction when they had asked her questions. He noted to look of discomfort and subtle glint of upset on her face. So, he didn't ask her anything about the vision. He decided to wait until she was ready to speak about it. Instead, he asked her if she needed help with her bags back to the Impala, and if she wanted him to go and order her a sandwich or something to eat from the canteen.

Each time that Lanie or Dean asked a question Imogen replied with 'Can we please talk about it later?' or 'I don't want to talk about it yet, sorry'. She was greatful to Sam for straying away from the issue. She needed to feel normal for at least a little while. It wasn't as if she wasn't going to tell them everything, she knew she needed to. But she just wanted some time to come back down to Earth.

She was having a hard time with that. Ever since she woke up from the vision, she was trying to keep her focus away from Sam. She saw a new side to him in the dream. Of course, in the short time that they knew each other, Imogen just knew that he was kind hearted but in her vision they were married, they had a gorgeous child together and it looked like they were happy. The kiss that they shared sent butterflies fluttering around in Imogen's stomach and everytime she looked at him, she found it difficult to keep her stomach steady.

"Do you need any help with your bags?" Sam questioned as the Impala pulled up outside Singer's Salvage. The first time he had asked, Imogen said that she could manage. She hated feeling like a charity case, even if she knew Sam was only asking to be a gentleman.

Imogen shook her head. "It's okay Sam," She began, smiling slightly. "I'm a twenty six year old woman, I can manage a few bags. Thank you anyway." She was about to bend over to pick up her bag, but instead Lanie picked it up.

"Nope. It's got half of my stuff in it anyway. You need to regain strength." Lanie pointed out, before getting out of the Impala.

Imogen raised her eyebrow and looked between the two brothers, as if to protest.

"Sorry Imogen," Dean shrugged. "Your sister's right."

Both Sam and Dean got out of the car and Imogen followed, a pout on her mouth. "I feel perfectly fine!" She pointed out. It was true and she was surprised that she didn't feel ill at all. Okay, so she felt a little bit tired and grumpy but her health was in perfect order.

The four hunters walked up towards the porch of the house, to see Bobby waiting for them by the door. He cast a smile at Imogen. "Hey girl, how's it feel to be awake?"

"A little bit weird," Imogen began to admit, biting her bottom lip in consideration. She had thought about it and she knew that coming back to this real world was the best thing for her, but she couldn't help but feel as if her life missed something now. She walked past Bobby, Lanie, Dean and Sam in a daze and made her way into the lounge, sitting down at the couch.

"Is she okay?" Bobby asked the three other remaining hunters.

Lanie shook her head. "If I know my sister then she's definitely not okay." She sighed to herself before walking into the house and heading towards the lounge.

Bobby glanced towards the hallway and then turned back to the hunters in front of him when he was sure Imogen wasn't in listening distance. "Did she tell you anything?"

"No, it's like she's too scared to talk about anything." Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "She's gonna have to tell us something if she expects us to help her."

"Can you blame her?" Sam questioned, folding his arms slightly. "I mean, it is Lucifer we're talking about here. He's no walk in the park Dean." Sam wanted to know what had happened as much as everybody else did but he knew they had to wait until Imogen was ready to talk about it, even if curiosity was knawing at his mind. "She can't control when she falls into these visions, they just happen. So I think we should give her a little bit of space."

"And let her fall back into another one of the visions?" Dean asked, eyebrow raised. "Or an even worse one?" He shook his head. "No, the sooner we find out the better chance we have of stopping all of this crap."

Lanie stood in the doorway of the lounge and just watched her sister silently for five minutes. Imogen was sat on the couch, facing away from Lanie, and staring straight ahead, the only movement visible from her was light breathing. She was thinking about everything that had happened, she was considering Lucifer's proposition. Imogen knew that Lucifer would go ahead and kill her sister, even if he got somebody else to do it. He wouldn't ever back down and she didn't understand why. Why was she so special? Why did the devil want her?

"You don't have to stand in the doorway." She pointed out suddenly, startling Lanie. Imogen could feel her sister's stare the moment that she stood by the door.

Lanie walked closer to her sister, stopping half way into the lounge. "You do know that we're going to have to talk now, with Bobby and the Winchesters."

Imogen didn't answer right away but she shook her head. "Not yet." She muttered.

"We can help you if you let us Imm'!" Lanie protested, placing a hand on her hip. She was getting more exasperated by the second. "It's like you want to be the center of attention or something."

Imogen stood up from the chair and turned to face her sister, her face red with anger. "How could you even say that?" She snapped, eyes narrowed into slits.

"What's going on in here?"

Lanie turned around to see Sam, Dean and Bobby by the door of the lounge. They had heard the two sisters begin to argue and Bobby wanted to make sure that they didn't break anything.

"Ask her." Imogen muttered as she tried to walk away from her sister. Lanie grabbed her though and pulled her backwards.

"You know that I didn't mean it like that." Lanie pointed out; She really didn't mean to make it sound as bad as she did. She was just desperate to find out what was happening to her sister.

"Well, then how did you mean it? Because... and I'll quote this; 'It's like you want to be the center of attention or something' cannot really be interpreted in many different ways." Imogen pursed her lips tightly together, unable to look at her sister. "Just let go of me Lanie."

Lanie loosened her grip on her sister's arm and watched as she walked away from her and shrugged past the Winchesters. When Imogen had left the room, Lanie turned her attention to the Winchesters and Bobby. "I screwed up, didn't I?"

Sam and Bobby didn't say anything and they hesitated slightly. Dean, on the other hand, nodded. "Truthfully? You could have gone about it in a different way but you didn't screw up."

"So, basically, I screwed up?" Lanie repeated.

Dean paused for a few moments but, eventually, he nodded. "If you wanna put it that way..."

"Damn it." Lanie muttered to herself, turning away from the three hunters.

Imogen sat in the guest room and flicked through an old book of hers, trying to take her mind off of everything. She wasn't having much luck though. Her mind kept running over what Lanie had said about her. There was no doubt in her mind that it was false. Imogen would never try to use all of this to be center of attention. In fact, she wished more than anything that it could just all disappear...

A tap on her door interrupted her train of thoughts. "Come in Lani-" She cut herself off when the door opened and she saw that Sam was stood on the other side of it. He smiled lightly at her. "Hey Sam," She was actually kind of embarrassed about seeing him standing there.

"Hey Imogen, can I come in?" Sam questioned hesitantly.

Imogen nodded. "Sure."

Sam walked into the room, his long legs making the journey to Imogen much quicker. He sat down on the bed beside her and offered her a sympathetic hand on the shoulder. She tried her best to ignore the butterlies in her stomach that fluttered around wildly. "Your sister didn't mean what she said, y'know?"

Imogen laughed. "She's thirty years old Sam, she's old enough to know what she thinks." She looked down to her hands, sighing sadly. "I just don't understand why she'd say it."

"She's worried about you." Sam pointed out quickly. "Dean is exactly the same about me sometimes and I never understand it myself but it's just the way older siblings are."

Imogen was silent for a few moments as she thought over what Sam had said; She could never really understand an older sibling's love either. As the younger one, she'd always idolise Lanie and listen to most things which she said. Sure, Imogen was protective over her older sister but Lanie was over protective.

"What did you see?" Sam's question caused Imogen's face to turn sad as her vision flashed through her mind briefly again. Sam's face softened. "Sorry Imogen, I mean, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay," Imogen cut him off, sighing slightly. "I'm going to have to tell you eventually. He told me that if I didn't come with him then he'd kill Lanie."

"Lucifer told you this?" Sam turned completely serious, listening to everything to Imogen had to say.

Imogen nodded sadly; She looked like a child who had lost her mother. "I can't let him kill her Sam, I can'-"

"You're not giving into him Imogen." It was Sam's turn to cut in now. His voice was firm and protective, something that Imogen had only ever heard from Lanie when regarding herself.

"And what would you do if he threatened Dean's life?" Imogen questioned.

Sam's mouth fell open slightly and he truly didn't know how to answer that without seeming like a hypocrite. If the tables were turned then Sam would give himself up as quick as a shot, even if Dean tried his hardest to keep him from doing so. But the tables weren't turned and he wasn't just going to let Imogen go and make a deal with the devil.

"Imogen," He began but Imogen placed her hand against his mouth.

"Exactly. You would do the same."

Sam moved Imogen's hand from his mouth and placed his other hand on her opposite shoulder, squeezing them tightly. "You don't know what you're speaking about Imogen!" He snapped, surprising both himself and Imogen. "He'll take you and then kill her anyway. You both need to stick together, we'll get Castiel to stick the enochian sigil on both of you. No angel will be able to find you... Please, don't give into him." Imogen didn't say anything. "I know how difficult it is to stay strong, believe me, but we can't let him win."

"I can't live without my sister." Imogen whispered, tears forming in her eyes. A few stray tears fell down her cheeks and she tried to snivel them back.

Sam moved one of his hands to her cheek and wiped the tears away. "And do you think she could honestly live without you?"

The tables had been turned so quickly again and this time Imogen didn't know how to answer. The two sat and stared at each other for a few moments, lost in each other's eyes. Imogen could see desperation in Sam's expression. He didn't want her to go through with the proposition. Sam could see that the threat was literally splitting Imogen in half, it was tearing her soul apart.

The next thing that happened suprised both himself and Imogen... Sam ducked his head down, moving it closer to hers until their lips were almost touching. He stroked her cheek one last time before closing the distance and pressing his lips against hers softly, at first. Imogen remembered the kiss that they had shared in her vision, but it was nothing like this one. This one was completely real. She moved her own lips against his, placing her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Both hunters had an overwhelming need to be close to each other and neither knew why. Sam flickered his tongue against Imogen's bottom lip and she granted it entrance, parting her lips slightly. Their tongues danced together as Sam pulled Imogen into his lap, roaming his hands across her back, pulling her closer against him.

"Sam!" Dean called from downstairs, causing Sam and Imogen to break their kiss. They could hear the oldest Winchester walking up the stairs, his shoes stomping against them. They both sprung apart. Imogen stood up on to the floor, taking a deep breath, and Sam stayed sat on the bed. "Sam," Dean's voice was outside the door now. He walked into the room. "Sam..." But trailed off as he looked curiously between Imogen and Sam. Both looked quite embarrassed, and heated up. "I'm not even gonna ask." He stated jokingly, unaware of what had just happened. "We need to go downstairs. Castiel's here and apparently he's got some news."

Imogen nodded. "Okay, let's go and see what he's got to say." She replied. Her mind was spinning, the butterflies in her stomach were practically attacking her. She and Sam had just kissed. She was practically straddling him. She could still taste his lips against hers, she could still feel his hands on her back. But she was still flustered about it all. She walked past Dean and headed towards the door, before sending a glance at Sam.

When she had left the room, Dean raised his eyebrow. Sam's face had broken out into a goofy smile. "Why do you look so happy?"

Dean's voice had snapped Sam away from his thoughts. "Oh, nothing." He muttered quickly before jumping up from the bed and leaving the room. He knew that there was something special about Imogen. She made him feel happy and he was comfortable talking with her, but they had only met two days before. It scared, yet excited, him how much he seemed to like her.

"Am I missing something here?" Dean asked himself as he stared around the empty room.

Oh, Dean, if only you knew ;)

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