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Chapter eight - Keeping their minds off of things.
Imogen cleared her throat from her spot in the doorway of the lounge. "Bobby, could you do me a big favour?" She asked, causing Bobby and Sam to turn around to face her curiously.
Bobby nodded, fiddling with his hat. "Sure, what is it?" Both he and Sam were sat on the couch. Bobby was flicking through television channels with his remote control, trying to find something to watch to keep him from becoming bored. Being confined to a wheelchair meant that Bobby had limited things to do. He could research, but there was only so much of reading through large books that the old hunter could take. So, sometimes he indulged in a little bit of day time television.
Sam was researching on his laptop, looking at things that were happening around the country that could be related to the apocolypse. He was also scouring the internet to look for some sort of way to kill Lucifer. If Sam was being honest, he was pretty surprised that Imogen was downstairs. He wanted to go up and check on her earlier but decided that it would be best to give her some space. She'd had a pretty rough argument with Lanie and Sam knew how he felt after an argument with Dean... he didn't want to be caught in the crossfire.
Imogen walked right into the lounge and smiled softly. "You don't happen to have a computer or a laptop, do you?"
"Yeah, I have a computer just over there." Bobby pointed to the corner of the room, where an wooden desk was placed. On top of the desk was an old computer. It gathered a lot of dust because it was a rarity that anybody used it. The only times it was used was when Bobby couldn't find anything in books and when Sam's laptop had ran out of charge and he needed to use it instead. "Knock yourself out."
"Thanks." Imogen needed to keep herself busy. She didn't want to think about everything that happened, she felt like she needed to play an active part in something. She walked over to the corner of the room and sat down at the stool beside the desk, switching the computer on.
"What d'ya need it for anyway?" Bobby asked, still looking at Imogen.
"Oh, I want to look for a hunt and, y'know, keep myself busy for a while." She waved her hand dismissively.
Bobby simply nodded. "Let me know if y'need any help." He stated before turning back to the television and flicking from the news channel to an old televsion show about cowboys. He settled on that for a while, deciding that it would suffice.
Sam understood why Imogen was trying to keep herself busy. If it was him, he'd be doing exactly the same thing. She wanted to keep her mind occupied, from everything that had happened. Hunting was an escape to Imogen... it was, in fact, an esape for most hunters. Besides, being stuck in the house, with no disrespect intended towards Bobby, was driving Imogen insane. Imogen could tell that it was driving Lanie mad too. They both felt more content on the road.
"If you find a hunt me and Dean'll tag along, if you'd like?" Sam offered. Though, he knew that they would go anyway. Castiel had already told everybody that Lanie and Imogen were supposed to stick with the Winchesters at all times, and vice versa. It would be safer for everybody if they stuck to that.
Imogen turned away from the computer again and sent Sam a small smile. "Sure, that'll be fine." She stated before turning back and getting into her research mode. Imogen was always better at the research compared to Lanie... she even sort of enjoyed it. She was intruiged, although a lot of the time, disgusted, by all of the back stories behind each hunt they took.
"I've got to go back inside." Lanie stated in a very rushed voice as she moved away from Dean and bounced up on to the floor. Now that she had calmed down from her break down, she suddenly felt very embarrassed about seeking comfort from a guy she barely even knew. She was angry with herself for letting it get to that point. Lanie believed that she was supposed to be strong, and what she had just done wasn't strong at all.
Dean looked up at her. "You feeling better?"
"I'm fine." Lanie replied coldly and firmly, though she didn't feel fine at all. She spun around and quickly rushed back towards the house, her mind spinning.
The oldest Winchester pulled himself up from the floor and sighed. "Okay." He was feeling pretty confused. Dean Winchester was not the type of guy to be in a miles distance of a crying woman, let alone hold a crying woman in his arms and silently comfort her! One thing was for sure, Dean Winchester needed a shot of something strong... or maybe two or three shots.
Sam and Imogen were still in the lounge, but Bobby had left to go to the kitchen and cook up something to eat for everybody. Day time television had started to bore him and he had decided that he was very hungry, so he could only imagine how Dean felt...
Imogen scrolled down the internet page and cussed quietly to herself. This was the eleventh search and yet she had found nothing. She wasn't sure whether or not it was because she was trying to search for a hunt in a different country or not but it was beginning to really agitate her.
"Are you sure you know how to research?" Sam asked suddenly. He had secretly shot a glance, every once in a while, at Imogen, who looked quite distressed. She kept tutting and scoffing to herself and it was making Sam come to the conclusion that she really had no idea what she was looking for.
Imogen looked away from the page that she was looking at and shot Sam quite an annoyed look. "Yes, I do." She didn't. But she didn't want to look like she ddn't; she took pride in her researching skills. "Why?"
"Well, you don't seem to look like you can find a hunt. I could help, if you want any?" Sam offered.
"As a matter of fact, I don't need help." Imogen pointed out, indignantly. It was starting to bug Imogen that Sam was acting more superior than her. "I've actually almost found a hunt."
One of Sam's eyebrows raised slightly. "You're still on the google search engine Imogen." He pointed out, quite amused.
Imogen rolled her eyes and turned right back to the computer, only to see that she was still on google. She felt like a complete idiot. "I, uh... Oh, okay," Imogen threw her hands up in the air. "I don't know what I'm doing over here." She admitted, annoyed with herself.
Sam chuckled lightly. "Hey," He began softly, as he got up from the couch and walked towards her. "I'm not judging you. I just thought you sounded like you need help, that's all."
He stood behind her chair and leant forward, so that his long arms stretched past Imogen and his hands hovered above the keyboard. "If you type in the name of a mainstream newspaper,"He began as his fingers tapped against the keyboard fastly, spelling out the name of a newspaper. He then moved one of his hands to the mouse and clicked on one of the links that had popped up. "Then you might find an article online that sounds a little bit odd or supernaturally related. I'll give you the list of newspapers that I look for hunts from if you want?" Sam lingered behind her for a few seconds before gently patting her shoulder and stepping away.
Imogen nodded, smiling slightly, as she turned around to face him. "Thanks Sam. Sorry I was a little bit crabby just a minute ago... I just hate feeling useless." She shrugged apologetically.
Sam waved one of his hands in the air. "It's okay. I understand, I hate feeling like that too." He was feeling a lot like that now. He couldn't find anything on how to kill Lucifer. Well, he'd found some websites, which were obviously made by complete nut jobs, but he couldn't find anything that seemed legitimate.
They still hadn't spoken about the kiss. Both hunters thought about it, a lot, but neither knew what to say... they didn't really know each other properly. Even though they had just met two days ago, though, there was definitely something between them. It scared Sam how much he seemed to like Imogen. He was sure that he didn't even feel like that for Jessica when they had first met, and he was deeply in love with Jess.
Imogen was scared. She was scared that she'd end up getting hurt. The youngest Fenton sister was never lucky when it came to men. She'd always choose the wrong guy, they'd always start out being friendly and nice and then she'd find out that they were only sleaze balls after one thing. Sam was the complete opposite, and that's what frightened Imogen the most; he was a completely different level of guy. He was kind, considerate, smart and funny... his looks were just a bonus.
Neither knew why they were analysing things. Both thought that the other one acted in the heat of the moment and that they only thought it was just a kiss, a kiss that didn't matter. If only they knew how the other was really feeling...
Lanie walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. She knew that she probably looked like a complete mess, but she didn't really care. Lanie looked down at the table and acted as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Hotdogs okay?"
She suddenly looked up, unaware that anybody had been in the room before she walked in. Her eyes stopped when they reached Bobby, who was sat in his wheel chair, in front of the oven, with a packet of hotdogs in his hands. "Sure, why not? Thanks Bobby."
"D'you know what else ya need?" Bobby questioned rhetorically. Lanie didn't answer but watched as Bobby wheeled over to his stand up freezer and opened it, digging through it quickly. She cocked her head to the side curiously as Bobby retreated from the freezer with a tub of ice cream. He wheeled towards the table and placed it down, pushing it towards Lanie. He then wheeled back towards the counter and pulled a spoon out from the drawer. "I buy it for when Dean comes over... 'cause he really eats anything." Bobby began, smiling sympathetically. "But, I thought maybe you need a few spoonfuls now... I heard it works magic when you're upset, y'know, if you're a girl." He wheeled back to the table and handed her the spoon.
Lanie smiled. "Thank you Bobby." She opened the tub and started to eat the ice cream. Bobby was right, it did comfort her a little bit.
Bobby simply smiled before turning back to head towards the oven, hot dogs in hand. "Y'know, your sister is looking for a hunt."
"Oh, is she?" Lanie raised her eyebrow. She had a funny feeling that Imogen was trying to keep herself preoccupied and, if she was being honest with herself, she was relieved. Lanie wanted more than nothing to have something else to think about so she was greatful that her sister had decided to look for a hunt.
"Yep, she went into the lounge around an hour ago." Bobby paused hesitantly. "Y'know, you don't have to keep it all bottled up."
"Excuse me?" Lanie asked, a little bit uncomfortably, at the sudden change of conversation.
"I mean, a chat with Imogen could probably help a lot more than you think." Bobby paused for a few moments before shrugging. "Just a suggestion."
Lanie bit her bottom lip in consideration, but said nothing back. Instead, she carried on eating the ice cream and thought about Imogen.
Dean sat in his Impala and took a long swig from the bottle of whiskey that he had in his hands. He winced only a little bit at the over powering taste, as he was pretty much used to it by now. He knew it was a bad idea to get drunk out of his face... but it took everything off of his mind for a while.
Everything was overwhelming him. Whether it be the arrival of the Fenton sisters, the apocolypse, his role in it, or his confusing connection with Lanie, he just needed to forget about it all.
"Sam, I think I found something..." Imogen trailed off whilst reading through the article that she had found for a second time. It was from a quite a mainstream newspaper in Ohio and it was all about the disappearances, that had all occured in the same week, of five young girls. They had literally disappeared off of the map and the police and sheriffs in Ohio pinned it down to a kidnapper, and were searching extensively ever since the first child went missing... though, they were very unsuccessful.
Sam glanced away from his laptop. "What is it?"
Imogen finished reading the last sentence and turned to face Sam. "Five young girls have gone missing in Ohio, police have pinned it down to a kidnapper."
"You think it might be something more?" Sam did think it sounded kind of suspicious but the sad truth was that there were bad people in the world.
"Definitely; Before the kids disappeared, they all started to speak latin in completely different voices to their own."
Sam raised his eyebrow and got up from the couch. "Okay, this definitely sounds like it's gonna be something supernatural." He'd never had a case like this one before, so it was perking his interest levels right up. "They spoke Latin?"
Imogen nodded and she appeared to be quite surprised and confused by the hunt too. "Apparently they're so young that they can barely speak their own language properly yet. I'm definitely taking this up, these kids could still be alive and if they are then they aren't dying on my watch."
"When do you wanna head out?" Sam questioned.
"As soon as possible."
"Well, I'll go and get Dean and you can get La-" Sam cut himself off when he saw the sad emotions rush through Imogen's face again. "I mean, you get Dean and I'll get Lanie."
"No, it's okay Sam..." Imogen trailed off, smiling softly. She got up from her chair and sighed. "She's my sister, we have to speak to each other eventually. I might as well take the leap of faith." She joked, though there was a hint of seriousness behind it all.
Lanie stayed in the kitchen with Bobby, even after eating her ice cream, and found that she could actually have a proper conversation, even though she was so upset. She really liked Bobby.
"Y'know, cooking didn't used to take this long before I was confined to this god darned thing." Bobby told her, looking down in disgust at the wheel chair. He used to be so strong and proper hunter... now he felt like he had to literally sit in the background and be 'research guy'. He just wished, especially with the apocolypse happening, that he could actually be of some use.
"If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up in a wheel chair?" Lanie treaded around the topic carefully... it was someting that she had been meaning to ask ever since she met him but she had never really found the right moment.
Bobby fiddled with his hat. "A demon possessed me and tried to stab Dean..." He trailed off sadly. Even though he had been possessed, he could feel, see and hear everything. He'd never been more terrified when he thought that he could have actually killed Dean. "I used all of my strength to fight the demon and I was successful, but the demon was still in me so I stabbed myself. The cowardly thing must've zoomed out of me, because the next thing I can remember is wakin' up in a stupid hospital bed and being told that I can never walk again."
Lanie shook her head. "I'm so sorry. You must really love Dean, to have done that... it was a brave thing to do."
"Those boys are like sons to me. And, although they can be complete idjits sometimes, I do love them." Bobby admitted.
"Do I smell hot dogs?" Dean questioned, his voice slurred, as he walked inside, causing both Bobby and Lanie to cut their conversation short and look over at him. He glanced over to Lanie, momentarily, before looking back to Bobby, who was pulling some hot dogs out of the oven. "I guess I do smell hot dogs." He grinned goofily as he stumbled towards the table. He managed to sit himself down.
Lanie noticed that Dean had a bottle of Whiskey in his hands and raised her eyebrow, but remained silent.
"Idjit." Bobby mumbled, more to himself.
"Hey, I didn't know you had ice cream Bobby." The Winchester pointed out. He leaned closer to Lanie, and the smell of liquor forced its way into her mouth.
Surprised, she backed away from Dean and shook her head. "Jesus Dean! What the hell?" She exclaimed.
"What?" Dean asked, surprised.
"You smell like a liquor store!" Lanie exclaimed.
Dean raised his eyebrow. "Do I?" It was as if he didn't really notice.
Bobby wheeled towards the table, with a fresh plate of hot dogs. "What's the matter with you boy?" He demanded suddenly as he angrily put the plate down on to the table. He'd lost his cool. "Is that another bottle of whiskey I see?"
"No," Dean began sarcastically, rolling his eyes to effect. "It's water." He poked Bobby playfully in the chest. "Of course it's a bottle of whiskey... 'you idjit'." Dean used quote marks, and tried his best to mimick Bobby's voice.
Bobby wasn't impressed. He narrowed his eyes and pushed Dean's hand away from his chest. "I want a chat outside." He wheeled away slightly but when he noticed Dean wasn't following him, he sighed. "Now!" He snapped.
Dean literally jumped up from the chair, almost knocking it over in the process. If the situation wasn't so tense, Lanie would have probably laughed and pushed forward a remark. But, she didn't because she certainly didn't want to get on the wrong side of Bobby.
Bobby wheeled out to the center of the junk yard, keeping his back to Dean at all times. He was angry beyond belief.
"Uh," Dean began, chuckling nervously. "What's this all about?"
Bobby sucked in a calming breath, though it wasn't doing him any good. He slowly wheeled around to face Dean and narrowed his eyes again. "HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MARBLES?" He snapped, releasing all of his rage on to Dean. He was in such a bad mood that Dean flinched.
"I don't have marbles..." Drunk Dean smirked, immediately regretting it after Bobby's face hardened even more.
"Now is not that time to back chat boy!" Bobby yelled, shaking his head in disappointment. He silently counted to ten in his head, causing him to calm down just a little bit. "D'you really think getting out of it is the best thing for ya?"
Dean sighed as he clutched on to the whiskey bottle. "It makes me forget." He whispered.
Bobby rolled his eyes and suddenly wheeled closer to Dean before pulling the whiskey bottle from him and smashing it to the floor. "Oh, boo hoo!" He began, feigning sympathy. "Do you really think the rest of us want to know what's happening out there either?" He shouted, his anger coming back. Dean silently shook his head. Even though he was drunk, he knew that he had over stepped boundaries... big time. "Exactly; No, we don't want to know what's happening! But, not all of us are complete cowards and drink it all away! IT'S NOT TOUGH DEAN!"
Dean looked down to the whiskey bottle. He tried to avoid Bobby's glare, but he could still feel it burning into him.
"Just clean up the mess." Bobby stated quietly, referring to the smashed up bottle on the floor, before starting to wheel past Dean and make his way back into the house.
To say that it was an awkward dinner would be putting it very lightly. Once Dean had finished silently cleaning up the bottle, Bobby had called everyone into the dining room to eat. Even if they were eating just a few hot dogs, he still wanted to have a calm dinner with everybody.
But, he regretted it afte just two or three minutes. Imogen was going to talk to Lanie before dinner but she didn't have time to, so the girls still hadn't talked since Lanie's break down. Dean and Bobby still weren't talking... Dean was sobering up by now and he felt pretty ashamed about what he had done. Sam was the only one who hadn't had an argument with anyone, so he was trying to make conversation.
"Imogen found a hunt." He announced after finishing his first hot dog.
Dean looked up from his own dinner, relieved that the silence was about to be stamped out. "Really, what kind?" He looked towards Imogen, who hadn't really touched much of her food. She had a few nibbles from the end of the hot dog, to be polite to Bobby, but had really lost her appetite.
Bobby and Lanie both looked towards Imogen too, both curious about the new hunt. Lanie was so relieved that her sister had found something.
"It's kind of weird actually..." She began, biting her bottom lip in thought. "Five young girls have gone missing in Ohio, they were all six years old and they all came from different towns. At first, I thought it might be the usual kidnapper, like the police in the area do but I found out that the children started speaking in Latin before they disappeared... and they can barely speak their own language!"
"Have you found some sort of pattern between the five girls?" Lanie questioned.
Imogen glanced over at her sister, surprised to hear her voice, and shook her head. "I won't be able to do that until we head out." She looked at everybody else, glancing between them all. "So, what do you think; Should we head out first thing tomorrow morning?"
"Definitely, this sounds right up our street." Dean wasn't going to let another little girl go missing. They were going to head out as soon as possible and solve the case.
Imogen sat on her bed, scrolling through the newspaper article again. Sam had lent her the laptop so that she could research more into the case before they got there and look for early possible links. So far the only obvious links were that they all lived in Ohio, they were all six years old and they all spoke Latin before they disappeared. It wasn't a lot to go by, but it was something. The thing that puzzled Imogen the most was that they all lived in different towns within Ohio, so it wasn't as if they knew were acquainted with each other.
A knock on her door interupted her trail of thought. "Come in," She called out, without looking up from the laptop.
"Hey Imm'," Imogen immediately looked away from the laptop to see her older sister standing in the doorway, with her suitcase in hand. "Bobby said I'm sharing a room with you. I mean, I would have when we first got here and everything but I kind of had a little arrival party with Dean so..." She trailed off, not knowing what else to say.
"I think that there's a pull out bed underneath this one." Imogen told her sister.
Lanie stood at the doorway for a few moments before sighing. "Imm', can we please talk?" She whispered, looking down to the floor momentarily. However, she managed to draw strength from within herself and looked back to her sister, who had closed the laptop.
"Sure Lane'."
The oldest Fenton sister walked right into the room and sat on the foot of Imogen's bed. "I'm not sorry that we lied to you." She stated abruptly, causing Imogen to raise her eyebrow in confusion. "I just wanted to say that before we apologise to each other... I have so many things to apologise for, but that is not one of them."
Imogen nodded silently, waiting for her sister to continue.
Lanie took a deep breath and started to play with her hands. "He started doing things the day you were born," She began as she closed her eyes, smiling slightly. "I was only four years old and when I first saw you I knew that I loved you." She looked up and stared at her sister, chuckling slightly. "I had been waiting for you for nine months and was so excited." Imogen smiled and gripped hold of one of her sister's hands. "When we got home mum must have been busy with you or something - I can't remember a lot of the day. What I do remember was that he was in the garage, fixing up our car, and he called me down-" Lanie paused as she felt tears burning against her eyes again. She tried to keep her cool, but her heart was pounding against her chest at the mere memory that haunted most of her life.
She blinked back the tears and shook her head sadly. "He did it then." She whispered sadly. Imogen gasped and tightened her grip on her sister, never wanting to let go. "The man that I looked up to, and loved, did it to me then. He said it was normal, and that all of the children out there had to go through it. But, I knew it was wrong..." Lanie trailed off, the tears beginning to fall down her face.
Imogen was crying, silently. Tears rolled down her cheeks like there was no tomorrow. Her sister had been through hell. "Why didn't you tell mum?"
Lanie raised her eyebrow, as if that idea was useless. "He brainwashed me into thinking that she wouldn't believe me and that if I told her he'd send you to a care home. He started doing it regularly, whenever he had the chance, or whenever mum was out." She sighed angrily. "He even did it in front of you. Then I turned seven, and you were three, and he told me he wasn't interested in me anymore... He started looking at you differently."
Imogen shook her head, in disgust and disbelief. She sucked in a breath, causing her sister to grab on to her other hand. "I didn't let him do it Imogen! I couldn't! You were so innocent and he was a monster..." Lanie trailed off. "A dirty, disgusting monster." She snarled, her voice filled with hate.
"What did you do?"
"I did the only thing that I could do; I told mum... I told her everything. Luckily, she believed me and we fled as soon as possible. We haven't seen him since."
Imogen was shell shocked. She'd heard Lanie and their mum talking about it, but she had never heard it in this much detail. Her sister looked so broken. Suddenly, she pulled her hands away from Lanie and slung her arms around her neck, hugging her tightly. "I'm so sorry Lanie." She sobbed.
Lanie grabbed her sister's shoulders, so that she was looking at her. "Don't you dare say that you're sorry, why should you be?" She demanded. "It happened Imogen, and that's the end of it." She seemed so sure of herself that her sister was saddened.
"He should have never done that to you... you were his child for goodness sake!" Imogen whispered angrily, her rage coming out of her. She clenched her fists tightly together and narrowed her eyes.
More tears fell down Lanie's face as she tried to push away the nightmares. She'd tried her best to forget it all and the memory of it all was slowly fading, but she knew it would never completely leave her. "You understand why we couldn't tell you though, right?" She suddenly asked, between sobs. "I couldn't let you live with that! I didn't want you to look at me any differently, I didn't want you to know what he is really like-"
Imogen cut her sister off by hugging her again. She hated seeing her upset. Lanie clutched at her sister's back and sobbed silently, her body shaking. Imogen closed her eyes as it pained her to see or hear her sister in the state that she was in. One thing was for sure; She wished that her father was dead, if he wasn't already.
Sam woke up and looked around at his surroundings. He was in one of Bobby's spare rooms. On the bed beside him, he saw Dean fast asleep.
"Hello Sam,"
The Winchester suddenly spun around to see Lucifer leant against the wall, a smile playing at his lips. Sam narrowed his eyes and angrily jumped up from his bed, before stalking over to the devil. He gripped Lucifer's shoulders and pushed him fully against the wall.
"Oh, it looks like you're very happy to see me."
Sam narrowed his eyes. "Imogen isn't going to give into you." He snarled angrily, his fingers digging into Lucifer's shoulders.
Lucifer chuckled lightly. "You're falling hook, line and sinker for this girl Sam." He paused as he suddenly used his strength to push Sam away from him. The Winchester landed roughly on the floor. "But, I wouldn't be too sure about her not giving in... not after she saw the life which she could have." He paused again and smiled evilly. "Also, she knows I will stay true to my word and kill her sister if she doesn't give in."
"Why do you want her so badly?" Sam demanded, his anger levels slowly rising.
"She's much powerful than you think Sam... Once she realises how to fully unlock her powers she could do some things that would make me very upset. However, if she chooses to join me, her powers will be much more of an advantage for me. Do you see the pattern?" Lucifer asked as he feigned weighing out the options with both of his arms.
Sam shook his head. "You can't even find Lanie now."
"But what is stopping demons finding her?" Lucifer pointed out. "I mean, I have them at beck and call Sam... If I set a bounty on Delaney then I could have her head on a plate within two or three days."
The Winchester narrowed his eyes, sending a deadly glare in Lucifer's direction.
"Besides, the life I have set up for her is much more suited to her than this one... She's married, she has a kid and her sister is happily married with children. It's what she's always dreamed of." Sam stayed silent and absorbed what Lucifer told him. "She's married to you Sam."
"What?" Sam blinked rapidly.
"Oh, please, it's inevitable that the two of you will fall in love and have three childre, I just thought I'd speed the process up a little bit. If you both join me then after the apocolypse is over, I can give you all you've both ever wanted."
Sam laughed bitterly, and angrily. "There is not a chance in even hell that I would join you... I'd rather die. And, I can safely say that Imogen isn't going to join you!" He snapped.
Lucifer shook his head sadly and knelt down to Sam's level. "I hate to break it to you, but the sooner you realise that the both of you have a lead role in the apocolypse, the better. I'm getting impatient Sam, and I get unreasonable when I am impatient. Think about it." Lucifer suddenly pressed two fingers to Sam's head.
Sam gasped as he woke up, jumping up in his space. He looked around at his surroundings again to see that he was still in the guest room. He turned to his right to see that Dean had been woken up by his abrupt awakening and was staring, in a worried manner, at him. "Sammy, what's wrong?" He demanded.
"N-nothing." Sam shook his head. He was still shaken up by the conversation with Lucifer. Imogen had seen them married, with a child... He'd actually settled down. It was too much to digest into his brain. But, no, he wasn't going to accept his fate. Lucifer told him it would happen, but Sam was adamant that he would never give in, nor would Imogen.
Dean was still staring at him, knowing that he was lying.
"It was just a nightmare." Sam half lied. It wasn't strictly true but a dream with the devil, himself, visiting you had to count as a nightmare.
"Whatever," Dean stated sleepily, before falling back against his pillow. "Night Sammy."
Sam also laid back on to his bed but he knew he wasn't going to be getting any more sleep. Instead, he looked up to the ceiling and thought about what Lucifer had told him.
My longest chapter, by far! I'm proud of myself! I'd just like to give you all a huge thank you for the reviews! I was kind of overwhelmed by how many more I have gotten since the last chapter! You all keep me writing and I'm happy to have readers like you! Also, to everybody who has alerted and favourited, thank you so much. I know you probably hear it from a lot of readers, but I mean it!
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