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Chapter seven - Siblings argue.

Lanie let out a pained, shocked scream. At the sound of her sister's cry for help, Imogen thundered down the stairs faster than nessecary. She reached the kitchen and swung the door open, only to see Lanie almost falling off of one of the wooden chairs, clutching at her chest. Bobby was sat beside her, shooting her a sympathetic look. He turned to glare at Castiel. "You could'a warned her, ya idjit."

Imogen could sense Dean and Sam behind her, stood in the doorway. Apparently, they had heard the scream too... not that it was impossible to hear or anything.

"What. the. hell. was. that. for?" She demaded in between breaths as she looked over to Castiel accusingly. "How would you like it if I did that to you?"

"You would not be able to; It is impossible." Castiel replied, slightly confused - which was odd in comparison to his usual monotonous voice. "I do not think that it would hurt me, anyway."

Lanie scoffed. "Since when did angels become such asses?" Another pain shot through her chest causing her to grit her teeth. Her ribs felt like they were on fire.

Imogen rushed over to her sister, obviously concerned. "Lane', are you alright?"

"Does it look like I'm alright?" Lanie snapped, her voice raised.

"Imogen," Imogen turned away from her sister to see Castiel walking towards her.

"Castiel, what the hell have you done to my-" Imogen let out a shrill scream of her own when Castiel placed a hand onto her chest. She dropped to the floor in agony and gripped on to her chest, cutting herself off from her question. She now understood why her older sister was in so much pain, and she wish that she didn't.

She suddenly felt a soothing hand on her shoulder. "Imogen, are you okay?" Sam questioned, his voice laced with concern. Imogen's face was still looking towards the floor, her hair covering it. Sam cranced his neck to try and see if she was alright and saw that her face was contorted in pain.

"Define okay?" She finally breathed out.

"He's gone and laid the good old enochian sigil on them, right?" Dean asked Bobby from the doorway, eyeing Lanie. She had calmed down a lot now and the pain was just simply a stinging feeling, like having two or three tatoos done.

Bobby nodded from beside Lanie. "Yep. And didn't even tell them before he did it."

"I figured they would not let me imprint the Enochian Sigil it if I told them about it first." Castiel explained.

"What's an Enochian sigil?" Both Lanie and Imogen demanded similtaneously. They quickly shot a glance at each other, but then Imogen remembered that she was angry with her sister so she turned away.

"And why does it hurt like a bitch on ice?" Lanie added as she pretended not to notice her younger sister turn away from her like that. She knew that Imogen would come running back to her eventually, no matter what she did - It had always been like that.

Both sisters shot a similar glare at the angel, who seemed completely unfazed. "I imprinted a sigil into both of your ribs, it will keep you hidden from all angels."

"Including Lucifer?" Imogen guessed, a little bit hopeful. The pain in her ribs was still circulating around them and she was finding it hard to concentrate on the conversation, but the possibility of being hidden from Lucifer brought her back to reality.

"Including the devil himself." Sam told her. He stood up from the floor and held a hand out for her and helped her up from the ground. She shot a thankful smile at him and then walked slowly to sit down at one of the chairs.

"So, he won't visit Imogen in her dreams anymore or cause these visions?" Lanie asked.

Castiel shook his head, and both women felt disappointment run through them. "He just won't be able to find either of you in person. But, because he has a connection with Imogen, he will still be able to communicate with her in her mind."

Even though it wasn't the best of news, Imogen felt a wave of relief rush through her. Lucifer wouldn't be able to find Lanie anymore. He also wouldn't be able to find her either so she felt much more safe about their situation. Then, a feeling of disappointment seeped through her. She'd still have to put up with the visions.

"Do you guys have the sigil thingy, whatever it is?" Lanie asked as she waved her hand dismissively.

Dean turned to Lanie and laughed at how she had worded her question. "Yes, we have the 'sigil thingy'." He joked.

"Are you mocking me?"

The oldest Winchester shook his head slowly. "Of course not darlin'. Is the 'sigil thingy' still hurting?" He tried to hide his smirk whilst he watched Lanie glare at him.

"Jerk." She muttered under her breath, but she couldn't help but find the situation amusing. She ducked her head down and cracked a small smile.

"So," Imogen turned to Castiel. "What did you need to speak to us about?"

Castiel looked towards Imogen and offered her a sympathetic glance. "I am so sorry about what you had to see in your visions Imogen." He stated solemnly, his expression now unreadable to all of the hunters.

"How do you-"

"I heard from a member of my Garrison who doesn't actually agree with what the rest are doing to the world. I'm here to tell you that if you go through with accepting Lucifer's proposition then my Garrison are planning to do everything in their power to stop you and I will not be able to do much to help you." He looked down regretfully. "My powers are not what they used to be."

"Sorry... am I missing something here?" Lanie demanded, eyebrow raised. She turned to face her sister, who was avoiding her stare. "Imogen, what's going on? What happened in that vision?"

Imogen glanced over to Sam, as he was the only one who knew, and wanted to just disappear and melt away. She could feel Bobby, Dean and Lanie staring at her, silently prying her for an explanation. "Uh," She began, looking towards Lanie. "If I don't join him, then..." She trailed off, deciding that actually telling her sister this was difficult.

"Then what?" Lanie questioned.

Imogen sucked in a deep breath and sighed it back out again. "He'll kill you."

Lanie just sat and blinked a few times at her sister, taking in what she had said. "So?" She shrugged, though inside she was worried. She saw the look on her sister's face and shook her head. "You're not giving into Lucifer Imogen. He can shoot whatever he wants at me, but you are staying safe."

Dean could see through her act. He could see the cracks in the sheild that she wrapped around herself. It was written all over her face that she was scared.

Imogen shook her own head. "Lanie, would you just stop it?" She suddenly asked.

"Stop what?" Lanie countered.

Sam, Dean and Bobby glanced between each other. An awkward air was starting to seep its way into the room and they were all feeling uncomfortable. Castiel, however, just stood and watched and he didn't seem fazed at all.

"Just stop acting like I'm the only one who needs protection from all of this!" Imogen snapped, her voice raised. She jumped up from her chair and placed one hand on to the table, gripping it for support. She ran her hand through her hair, in a frustrated manner, as she tried to calm herself down. It wasn't working though... her sister had always done this and it was starting to get too much for Imogen.

"I don't need protecting." Lanie pointed out indignantly. "I can look after myself."

"And so can I!"

Lanie let out a small laugh, which got cut short when her face turned serious again. She also got up from her chair and walked closer to her sister. "No, you really can't. You can't even go one day without fainting and having one of your visions Imogen!"

Imogen just stood where she was and glared at her sister. She felt anger bubbling up inside of her.

Sam stepped forward from when he was stood and looked between Imogen and Lanie. "Maybe you should both sit down and chill ou-"

"And, what do you think would be the use of giving yourself into Lucifer?" Lanie cut Sam off. "Go on, enlighten us all."

"You'd be safe!" Imogen pratically shouted, clenching her fists tight. "You'd be safe." She repeated, softly. "Okay?"

"Imogen, don't be so stupid! I wouldn't be safe." Lanie was getting really het up. She didn't want her sister to even contemplate giving into the devil. "Even if he was true to his word, he would still want to kill me."

"Why is that then?"

"Because, I'll do everything in my power to get you back. I will pester and pester him until he has no chocie but to kill me." Lanie warned her sister, her eyebrow raised. "You know I'm being serious here Imogen. I promised mum that I'd protect you, and that's what I'm going to do. Even if it kills me." Both sisters forget that anybody else was in the room. The three other hunters wanted the argument to just stop. Castiel stood where he was and didn't understand why humans fought like they did.

Imogen stepped closer to her sister. "Is that what it all comes down to?" She asked out a loud, her eyes searching her sister's for some sort of answer. "You can't always protect me Lanie. I've got to learn how to do that for myself! Why can't I ever protect you, huh? It's always been you looking after me; you protecting me from bullies; you defending me when I got into arguements with mom; you trying your damned best to protect me from dad; you hiding things from me..." It was all blurting out of Imogen's mouth, and she felt like she had no way of controlling her voice.

"Dad left us, you know that." Lanie's voice suddenly went quiet.

"No, he didn't!" Imogen exclaimed. Almost twenty years of things being hidden from her, and she'd had enough. "See, you and mum forgot that the walls were very thin! I heard all of your conversation!"

"Shut up." Lanie stated, glancing around at Bobby, Castiel and the Winchesters, as if she had suddenly remembered that they were there.

Imogen's eyes welled up with tears but she blinked them back. "I know what he did." She whispered.

Lanie narrowed her eyes. "He didn't do anything." Her own eyes were starting to burn with tears.

"Lanie, don't lie to me anymore than you have." Imogen warned her older sister. She'd heard the conversation between Lanie and their mother, but she'd never questioned her sister. Instead, the hate that she felt for their father intensified.

"H-how long have you known?" Lanie was in complete shock. She had spent almost her whole life trying to keep Imogen in the dark about this secret and, yet, she knew.

"Do you remember that argument that you and mum had, just before she died?"

How could Lanie forget? It was the biggest fight that she and her mother had ever had. She simply nodded at her sister.

"Well, I overheard then." Their argument had almost promptly stopped. Sam, Dean and Bobby were confused about the secret, but none of them were going to ask about it. Dean glanced over to where Castiel was stood to see that he had gone. He must have either had enough of listening to the sisters arguing or had something else to attend to. Dean wished that he could have just disappeared to a bar for a beer or two whilst Lanie and Imogen shouted at each other, it would have stopped him from feeling so awkward.

Lanie slumped back down on to the wooden chair and placed her head in her hands. She'd hadn't felt so vunerable in a long time and she hated it.

Bobby caught eye contact with Sam and motioned for him and Dean to head out of the kitchen and Sam couldn't agree more with the request. He walked towards the door, where Dean was still stood, and pushed him lightly towards the hallway. Bobby started to wheel away from the two sisters. Lanie still had her head in her heads, so she didn't notice. Imogen did, but she simply nodded thankfully, and apologetically.

Bobby wheeled completely out of the door, and followed Sam and Dean into the lounge.

"Lane'," Imogen began softly as she sat down on the chair beside her sister and placed a comforting hand on her upper arm. Lanie pulled away from the contact, not wanting to feel like she did. "Please, don't lock yourself away. It wasn't your fault..." Imogen wiped away the tears that were rolling down her face.

Lanie didn't respond to her sister. She let silent sobs escape her lips but tried her best to calm herself. She couldn't let Imogen see her like that, she just couldn't. "Please," She croaked out, taking a deep breath. "Just go."

"But, Lane.."

"GO!" Lanie shouted suddenly, whipping her head up to look at her sister. Her face was streamed in tears, her expression full of hurt and hate towards the situation. "Please," She sobbed helplessly. "Just go."

Imogen slowly got up from her chair and then stumbled towards the kitchen door. She knew that she shouldn't of said anything. She was never supposed to know. Lanie didn't want her to know. She walked into the hallway, her body shaking. Her mind was spinning as she walked towards the lounge.

From inside the room, Dean saw her walk past the door and straight up the stairs. "Imogen?" He called out, causing Sam and Bobby to look in her direction.

Imogen didn't hear him. She was too drawn into her thoughts. She carried on walking up the stairs and straight into the guest room, before falling back on to the bed. Imogen curled herself up into a ball and clenched her eyes shut. She had no idea how her sister felt, and she didn't want to. She couldn't imagine the pain and disgust that Lanie had to live with every single day of her life.

Lanie walked out of the back door of Bobby's house and rushed towards the back of the junk yard. Her whole mind was in a complete daze. She'd failed in what she was always determined to do; she couldn't protect her younger sister from the truth - the truth of their family.

She dropped down beside an old smashed up car and gripped her knees up against her chest, before letting out a wracked out howl. Over the years, she had managed to keep her cool and spent a lot of her life trying to block out what had happened. She had nightmares all of the time when she was younger but then she threw herself into the task of looking after her sister, so the nightmares subsided to one or two every once in a while. Every single nightmare felt like complete and utter torture, though.

Lanie tried her best to protect her sister. She didn't want Imogen to know what their father was really like, neither did their mother. So, they fled to London and made up the story that he had walked out on them. It was obvious that this story alone hurt Imogen a lot. She had always asked Lanie about their father and Lanie made up a fake dad, a dad that was nothing like their real father.

The fake dad took her to the park and read her bedtime stories, the fake dad protected her and loved her, the fake dad was the kindest person that Lanie could ever imagine. When Imogen asked why he had left them, Imogen said that his kind side must of run out and that he turned into a coward.

"Delaney?"

Lanie pulled herself away from her thoughts and looked around frantically. She sunk closer to the ground, not wanting anybody to see her in the state that she was in. She knew immediately that it was Dean calling her name - he was the only person that called her Delaney, besides Castiel, since they got into America. She didn't want him to see how vunerable she looked.

"Delaney, you out here?"

Lanie stayed quiet, as she could tell that Dean's voice was getting louder and louder... he was getting closer.

Dean walked towards the back of the junk yard. He knew that he should have just been giving Lanie time to cool down. Whatever had happened in the kitchen after they left wasn't good and Dean knew that, so did Bobby and Sam. They had heard the shouting, they had heard how Lanie had broken down. Dean knew that he had to leave her alone but he didn't want to. He normally would have steered clear of a situation like this one but something was pulling him towards Lanie.

He walked past another grouping of cars. "Lanie?" He called out. Before he walked past the group of cars completely, something caught his attention. In the corner of his eye, he saw a figure knelt down. He turned completely around and confirmed to himself that Lanie was hiding.

He hesitated for a few moments before deciding to walk closer to her. "Hey," He began softly as he reached her. Dean knelt down beside her; She was just knelt down, staring into space. "Delaney, you okay?" As soon as he had asked that, he knew that it was a stupid question.

Lanie nodded. "I'm fine."

Dean shook his head and placed a comforting hand on to her knee. She flinched away immmediately and scooted away from him a little bit. "Dean, please, just let me have some time to myself."

Dean sat silently beside her for almost five minutes, looking around every so often at the scenery - not that there was much of it. "You know," He started, looking back towards her. "You're not fooling me."

Lanie turned to face Dean, her eyebrow raised. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Me and you," Dean pointed between the two of them. "We're not that different." Usually, Lanie would of pointed out that they really were different. After all, they were both from two different countries. But, she wasn't thinking like her usual self so she just stayed silent. Dean took this as a cue to continue. "We both would risk our lives for our siblings," Dean paused, remembering that he had already given his soul for Sam. "Both of us put up a barrier-"

"Barrier?" Lanie demanded.

Dean raised his eyebrow. "See?" Lanie went silent again, knowing that Dean was right. "Heck," Dean chuckled slightly. "We both have the same fiery attitude and charm. Though, obviously, I'm more charming than you."

Lanie didn't even crack a smile, which Dean was hoping for. "Sorry," She stated softly, sniffling away any more tears that were threatening to fall. She fiercly wiped away any that were still on her face. "I know that you're trying to help, but look at me," She motioned to herself. "I mean, I can't even protect my sister from something that she wasn't supposed to know, how am I suppose to protect her from the devil?"

"Hey," He began, shaking his head. "None of that is your fault, there isn't any point in try'na blame all of this on yourself; it won't get you anywhere darlin'."

Lanie opened and closed her mouth, trying to think of something to say back to that. She felt herself getting more and more frustrated by the minute. Her temperature was rising, her nostrils were flaring, she could barely contain herself. "I was supposed to hide it all from her, she wasn't supposed to know!" She snapped, dropping her knees back to the floor. She suddenly fell sidewards into Dean, needing comfort.

He engulfed her in his arms, closing his eyes when he felt her body shake against his. He stroked her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Shh,"

"She wasn't supposed to know." Lanie screamed out, letting out another loud sob. She'd kept herself contained for most of her life but now she couldn't control her emotions.

Dean held her closer. "It's okay Delaney," He said, though he was sure that it wasn't.

The pair stayed like that, at the very back of the junk yard; Lanie was pouring out the feelings that she had locked away, and Dean was silently comforting her.

So, what do you think the secret is?

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