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Chapter eight - Confession.

Imogen looked around at her surroundings to see that she was back in her 'future world'. She was sat in a small, but comfortable, chair. "What the hell happened here?" She muttered, surprised, as she glanced nervously around the room. It was completely unrecognisable to her. Every other piece of furniture was messily sprawled on to the floor, the door had obviously been unhinged from it's hooks and the windows had been smashed. It looked like a war zone.

"Mommy," Imogen jumped in her seat, shocked to hear a voice. She turned in the direction of it to see Layla looking up at her with innocent, wide eyes. There was something very different about her this time around. Her face didn't have the glow on it that made her look so adorably cute, it was pale instead. "He killed me."

It was as if Imogen had had the breath sucked out of her. She just couldn't barely breathe, let alone speak back to Layla. They kept each other's eye contact, though, and Layla stepped forward. "Daddy killed me."

Imogen's breath suddenly stuttered up her throat and out of her mouth in shock. Her eyes widened as she watched the little girl carefully. "What?" She demanded, just above a whisper. Layla suddenly placed her hand against Imogen's forehead, causing Imogen to fall back against the chair.

She saw Layla running through an abandoned street, her eyes wide with fear. Layla kept running and running, and she kept looking behind at something. "P-lease!" She begged between breaths, her voice screechy. Next it was as if she had lost control of her body and it slammed against one of the walls of a nearby building. She dropped to the floor in a heap, not moving.

From out of the darkness came a tall figure. "Daddy's home sweetheart." It was Sam. He lent down beside his daughter's lifeless body and looked at it in disgust. "Sweet dreams."

Imogen jumped up in her bed and let out a deep breath. She glanced around the room and noticed that she was still in the guest room at Bobby's, and that it all was a dream. She instinctively looked towards her sister and smiled when she saw that Lanie was still fast asleep, on the matress, on the floor beside her. The smile faded when she closed her eyes momentarily. She saw Layla again, and it frightened her. The Sam that she saw in her dream was definitely not the Sam that she saw on a day to day basis. He didn't seem friendly and warm, he seemed evil and cold hearted. She just couldn't get the image of their daughter flying through the air and crashing into a wall.

The youngest Fenton sister suddenly jolted away from her thoughts when she heard three taps on their bedroom door. "Up and At'em ladies." Dean stated in a fakely enthusiatic sing song voice.

Lanie fidgeted around in her bed and let out an annoyed grunt. "What time is it?" Came her very tired, and slightly grumpy, voice.

"It's four thirty." Dean replied from the other end of the door.

"Four thirty?" Both Lanie and Imogen exclaimed similtaneously. Lanie was annoyed because she wanted to catch up on some well needed sleep before they headed out. Imogen, on the other hand, was shocked that she had woken herself up so early.

"Yeah, I know. Anyw-" Dean suddenly cut himself off. "Are ya decent in there? I mean, it's really difficult talking into a door."

In response to Dean's question, Lanie sat up in her spot and let a yawn out of her mouth. She glanced up to Imogen and offered her a small, sleepy smile. Imogen smiled back, but her smile was a tense one and Lanie noticed this. She shot Imogen a questioning look but Imogen turned back towards the door. "Yeah, we're decent."

Their bedroom door instantly swung open and Dean paced in, closing it behind him. He lent against it and looked between the two sisters. Imogen was sat against the head board of her bed, and she appeared to be in deep thought. His eyes moved towards the matress on the floor, where Lanie was sat up straight. Lanie looked towards Dean and noticed that he looked as if he was ready to drop into a deep sleep at any given moment. He looked so exhausted. "The birds aren't even up yet." She pointed out.

"Yeah, well, who said anything about waiting for the birds to wake up?" Dean questioned, obviously irritated. "My brother obviously goes against the rules. He woke me up at three in the morning." Behind his annoyance, Dean was also very concerned about his brother. The oldest Winchester had been suddenly awoken by Sam cluttering around their room. When he asked Sam why he was up so early, Sam replied with 'I need to go to the bathroom'. Dean instantly knew that his brother had been up for most of the night just by looking at his face. So, obviously, something was up with Sam.

Anyway, Dean just couldn't fall back to sleep after Sam had woken him up so he begrudgingly got out of his bed and cleaned their weapons. After a gruelling hour of cleaning the weapons, and then the rest of their equipment, he packed it all up into the Impala. Sam was also awake but he had decided to research more into the case. He then decided to make breakfast for Dean, the Fentons and himself, in a bid to apologise to his brother for waking him up so early.

"Ouch." Lanie stated.

Dean nodded, his eyebrow raised. "I know. Anyway, we need to shag ass."

"Excuse me?" The oldest Fenton sister blinked her eyes rapidly, not understanding what Dean was talking about.

"Oh yeah, I forgot that you British people tend to like to keep things posh and polite. I'll rephrase." Lanie raised her eyebrow at Dean's remark, causing him to clear his throat. "We need to rush out early."

"Oh." Lanie had forgotten, herself, that she was in a completely different country. Learning new customs and phrases was going to take time to adjust well to.

"How early is early Winchester?" Imogen's emotions were completely jagged. The vision that she had just had was really starting to bother her, so her question came out very rude.

Both Dean and Lanie glanced over to Imogen's bed to see that she was sat up against the headboard, her arms folded against her chest. Her hair was up at its ends and she felt like a complete and utter mess.

Dean glanced down at his watch and then back to Imogen. "Six."

"Why do you Goddamned Americans have to be in such a rush all the time?" Imogen muttered grumpily as she slid out of bed and stormed towards her suitcase. She knelt down beside it and started to pull out various pieces of clothing. She tried to keep her mind preoccupied.

"Hey!" Dean was slightly offended. "There's nothing wrong with America... it's the land of the free." Lanie glanced at Dean questionably and even Imogen paused what she was doing to stare at him. Dean raised his eyebrow and held his hands up in defense. "Okay, okay, so maybe this country has a few pot holes but nothing's perfect!"

Lanie chuckled lightly. "We'll meet you downstairs Dean."

Sam needed to keep his mind preoccupied, but he couldn't. Lucifer had visited him last night, he had told the Winchester that Imogen had seen a vision of the two of them having children. To top it all off, Lucifer had given a proposition to Imogen; This life or the one she had dreamed about. It was all too much for his mind to take. He knew that he had to talk to Imogen soon, but he didn't have the slightest idea what he was going to say to her.

"Y'better have my breakfast ready Sammy."

The younger Winchester turned in the direction of the kitchen door to see Dean walking towards the kitchen table.

"It's almost ready." Sam wasn't the greatest of cooks, by any means, so he was only making a simply breakfast of buttered toast. But, any food would be good enough for Dean. "Did you manage to get them awake?"

Dean sat down at the kitchen table and sighed, exhausted. "Yep. They're both pretty tired though." There was a moment of silence between the Winchesters. Sam carried on buttering the toast, as if he didn't hear his brother's remark. "Why were you really up so early?"

Sam kept his back faced towards his older brother. "I told you, I woke up 'cause I needed to use the bathroom."

"Right," Dean began, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I know you're lying. I'm not an idiot."

"I don't know what you're talking about Dean." Sam kept to his guns, and remained adamant.

Dean shook his head sadly. "Sammy, if this is about the... demon blood thing th-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence. Sam suddenly turned around and scoffed angrily. "I can't believe it!" He ran a hand through his hair. "I honestly cannot believe it Dean! You still think I'm hooked on it?"

"Well, it's a bit odd how you can just stop craving it all of the sudden." Dean pointed out quietly.

"I don't feel hungry for it anymore!" Sam exclaimed, his voice raised. He lied; He craved for demon blood most days. Sam yearned to feel strong and in control again. But, he was trying his hardest to fight against the addiction. Ruby had betrayed him, he had almost turned into a monster. Sam knew that he couldn't go back to that life. "Dean, I honestly needed to go to the bathroom... okay? I don't understand why you're making a big idea about it. Can you just drop it now." Sam instantly turned back towards the toast and carried on buttering the pieces.

"I'm so hungry that I could eat a-" Lanie trailed off her sentence as she and Imogen walked into the kitchen. She glanced between Sam and Dean and instantly noticed tension in the room. Imogen seemed to notice too. But, the first thing that she noticed was how looking at Sam reminded her of her vision. She saw flashbacks of Lucifer, in his body, murdering their daughter and she felt shivers run down her spine.

"What's for breakfast?" Lanie questioned, hoping to shift the mood from awkward to calm and relaxing.

Sam glanced sidewards and forced a smile on to his face. "Good morning. I've made toast, I hope that's okay?"

Lanie grinned back. "I'll eat anything at the moment. I'm so starving."

Imogen simply walked right past Sam and sat down at the table, avoiding his eye contact the whole time. Sam raised his eyebrow, but remained silent, as he studied her expression for a few moments. The night before, he had been thinking over Imogen's dream and the way she had acted towards him after it and he did notice that she seemed a little bit more distant than she had done when they had first met. Sam knew that they had such a great connection when they met but after the dream it seemed to Sam that Imogen was avoiding him for some reason.

Both girls moved to sit at the table and sat either side of Dean, who was reading a newspaper that was on the table. He was beyond annoyed with Sam, but he decided to keep his opinion to himself.

Once the four adults had endured a very silent breakfast, they headed out immediately. Dean left a note for Bobby first, as he was still probably sleeping upstairs. Tensions between the Winchester brothers were rising slowly, but very surely. Sam decided to sit in the backseat of the Impala, claiming that he was tired of sitting in the front of the car. So, Dean simply told Lanie that she could sit in Sam's normal seat, leaving Imogen in the back with Sam. She sat as far away from him as possible and tried to keep her distance.

Lanie fell straight to sleep. She was so tired still and decided to get some shut eye before they got to the next town. Imogen, however, couldn't fall back to sleep so she had to sit and watch the Winchesters giving each other silent treatment. She felt awkward, to say the least.

"Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick." Jenny Fenton began to sing to her oldest daughter Lanie. She snuggled up to her and ruffled her hair. "Come on Delaney, you know the words too." She prompted.

Five year old Lanie smiled up at her mother, her eyes bright and wide. She loved it when she got to spend time with her mum. "So, she called for the doctor to come quick, quick, QUICK!" Lanie sung sweetly, bobbing her head up and down.

"The doctor came with his bag and his hat and knocked at the door with a rat a tat tat!" Jenny finished the song and then kissed her daughter on the nose. Her youngest daughter, Imogen, was fast asleep, which was an absolute God send because Imogen had been a little bit of a handful when it came to evenings.

Suddenly, the sound of a door slamming filled the air. The sound was so loud that Lanie and her mother jumped feet, and Imogen wailed out in surprise. Lanie looked up to her mother, wide eyed, who simply mouthed something sadly to herself. "Lanie, please go and check on Immy. I'll go and see if daddy is okay." He was drunk and Jenny knew it, but she wasn't going to tell her daughter that. Although, Lanie was beginning to realise that her daddy would come home angriy and violently in the evenings. The sad thing was that she was used to it.

"Okay mummy." Lanie nodded before jumping away from her mum and rushing out of her own bedroom. Her small feet plodded along the wooden hallway floor until she got to Imogen's room, which was right next door to hers.

"Imogen, it's okay," Was the first thing that Lanie said when she walked into her sister's nursery. The cot was on the other side of the room, and Imogen was too young to comprehend what Lanie was saying, but Lanie thought that her little sister could understand anything that she said. When she finally reached the cot she jumped up on to the small foot stool placed beside it and lent in to pick up Imogen. As soon as Imogen saw her older sister she reached her arms up towards her, yearning to be pulled out from her cot.

Lanie couldn't reach properly so, instead, she clambered into the cot and pulled Imogen into her arms. Imogen almost instantly silenced, though she still stirred for a little while. "I think daddy's been out again." Lanie stated sadly. Banging from downstairs sounded through the nursery and Lanie heard her mother scream. It must of really unsettled Imogen because she whimpered as if she was gong to burst out into tears again. So, Lanie kissed her sister's forehead and hugged her tightly. "Miss Molly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick," She began to sing softly.

All of the sudden, Lanie woke up. She looked around, disoriented, and sat up straight. They were still in the Impala. "Lanie, are you okay?" She turned to face the back seat to see both Sam and Imogen staring at her, both of them concerned. Her sister was especially concerned.

"Yeah, I'm okay." She quickly lied as she turned back to face the front of the car. She didn't know if it was just her or not but, out of the corner of the eye, she thought that Dean was shooting her a sideway glance. "I'm okay." Lanie repeated firmly.

Although they were still keeping a silent eye on Lanie, the Winchesters couldn't help but purposely try to annoy eachother. Sam was typing on his laptop, still researching. But he his fingers were tapping against the keys very loudly. Dean tried to ignore it but the sound was really getting to him. So, he lent over and turned his radio up full blast.

Sam suddenly jumped with shock. "Jesus Dean!" He snapped, once he had gotten over the surprise of the sudden noise. "Turn it down!" Dean simply ignored his brother and started humming along to Ramble on - which was one of his all time favourite songs.

The younger Winchester let out a very annoyed scoff. "Dean, do you have to be so childish about everything?"

Lanie, fed up with all of the arguing and tension, lent over and completely turned the radio off, causing Dean to shoot her a shocked look; Nobody touched his car without his permission. "Oh, please," She began, waving her hand in the air dismissively. "This little car ride fued that you've got going on is nothing to do with me but I am certainly not going to sit in this car with you, on a long journey, might I add, if you two are going to be at a war the whole time!" She then glanced back at Sam, who was looking very pleased with himself. "Wipe that smug smile off of your face too. You're both just as guilty as each other."

"Delaney, this is my car." Dean began, chuckling fakely as he did so. His fake laughter came to a halt, though, and he shot her an annoyed stare. "If I want the music loud, then I can. It's not as if I was doing it purposefully to annoy Sam. I was only doing it to drown out the sound of his constant tap-tapping every goddamned second."

Imogen shook her head as Sam stopped typing on his laptop to focus his attention fully on his older brother. "Are you actually kidding me? Dean, you're being so stupid and petty! I'm on my laptop, of course I'm going to type." Lanie decided not to object anymore. She lent back fully against her chair and slumped lower in her seat, rolling her eyes as she did so.

Dean raised his eyebrow. "I'm the one who's stupid and petty?" He let out a bitter chuckle. "Who was the one who was up all night and then lied about it to his older brother? Because, it certainly wasn't me Sam. Now, shut the hell up whilst I'm driving. I don't want to crash my baby."

In response to Dean's comment, Sam bit on his bottom lip - obviously agitated. Dean's comment was a low blow and Sam was really, really pissed off with his brother. Both brothers fell into a sudden bout of silence. Sam moved his focus back to his laptop and Dean turned his radio on. This time, though, Sam typed a lot quieter and Dean kept the volume of his music to a minimum. Lanie and Imogen glanced at eachother, silently hoping that it was a start to the end of their argument.

The Impala pulled up outside a small, local diner. It was located in an average sized town, just on the border of South Dakota. Dean was agitated, tired and still hungry. So he decided that eating some more food would be a good way of calming himself down. He was the first out of the car and he stood just by the driver's door, his eyes roaming around to look at the three other hunters faces. "Come on, my stomach won't feed itself."

"Thank Goodness. I'm starving." Lanie remarked as she practically jumped out of the car. Dean turned his attention to Imogen, who was still buckled up in the back.

"I'm not really hungry. Can I just sit in here for a while?" Imogen asked politely. She really wasn't up to having any food, especially after having breakfast two hours or so before.

Dean raised his eyebrow. "You're not hungry?" He seemed to have cheered up a little tiny bit, Lanie noticed, as he was making small jokes.

Lanie laughed at the pure disbelief in Dean's voice. "I know, right? She's barely ever hungry. Sam, are you coming in?" The younger Winchester looked up from his laptop and shot Lanie a disorientated look. Apparently, he'd not heard a single word of the conversation. "Do you want breakfast?" She questioned.

Sam shook his head. "Nah, can you just bring me out a piece of fruit or somethin'?"

Imogen closed her eyes, as she became suddenly panicked. Sam was going to stay in the car with her and it was going to be really awkward. The whole dream had really freaked her out and she really wasn't sure how to act around Sam anymore. Being around him was really nerve racking, all of the sudden. However, she didn't want to seem rude and just leave the car to have breakfast just because Sam was staying in the Impala.

"Suit yourself." Dean mumbled as he shrugged his shoulders carelessly. He then looked over the roof of the Impala to see Lanie still standing by the passenger door. "Come on Delaney, let's go eat."

Lanie and Dean walked away from the Impala and started to head towards the diner, leaving Sam and Imogen alone in the car. Imogen fidgeted around in her seat, readjusting her sitting position. She twiddled with her thumbs, and hated the fact that awkward tension was filling the air really quickly.

Sam stayed on his laptop, but stole one or two secret glances at Imogen. "Why don't you want any breakfast?" He questioned, out of the blue. Imogen glanced at him briefly before turning her attention back to her thumbs.

"I'm not hungry." She stated simply and quickly.

The younger Winchester sighed to himself. "Imogen, can I ask you something?" When Imogen nodded, Sam closed his laptop and turned to face her completely. "Why are you ignoring me?"

Imogen's eyes widened. She took a deep breath to try and compose herself and then turned to face Sam. "I'm not ignoring you." In reply to her statement, Sam shot her a look of disbelief.

Sam huffed, annoyed. "Imogen, I'm not an idiot so please don't treat me like one." He took a deep breath in a bid to calm himself down. "Lucifer visited me last night."

The youngest Fenton sister stared straight at Sam, her eyes widened slightly. She opened and closed her mouth as she really was completely unsure as to what she was supposed to say. Had she heard Sam properly? Did he really just say that Lucifer had visited him? "He what?" Was all she could muster from her mouth, her voice coming out in a tight demand.

Dean and Lanie were sat at a window table in the diner. They had both ordered a bacon and egg sandwich and a cup of coffee each, but had also asked for a banana for Sam. All Dean could do was complain about his brother. "I just can't believe how stupid he is." He rambed on, whilst taking a bite into his sandwich. "I mean, if he thinks I'll just sit around and be worried about him all the time then he's got another thing coming." He was speaking with his mouth full and he just couldn't stop complaining.

Lanie was beginning to find it difficult to sit and listen to Dean, even though she knew what it was like for her own younger sibling to be annoying at times. But, she could completely see through his facade; Dean was worried for Sam. It was evident in the morning, it was crystal clear in the car and it was still completely obvious in the diner. "Dean, like I said in the car, you're both as guilty as each other."

The older Winchester paused his rant to shoot Lanie an annoyed look. "And what do you know? He was up all night Delaney, I just know it."

"Well, I do have a younger sibling too Dean. Why don't you just display some faith towards him? Believe me, that's the thing that he probably wants the most; His older brother's a-okay." Lanie explained her own opinion. She knew that it was true of Imogen too.

Dean remained silent as he ate the rest of his breakfast and thought over what Lanie had said.

Lanie stared out of the diner window, her eyes wandering the surroundings that wrapped around the building. Even though she was trying her hardest to focus on something else, her mind kept pulling her back to her nightmare. Suddenly she felt a hand touch her arm and she jolted out of her thoughts, her whole body jumping up in surprise.

"Hey," Dean began, his voice slightly alarmed by the shock of her sudden movement. "It's me."

The oldest Fenton sister took a moment to calm down, sucking in a deep breath, before focusing her attention back on Dean. She let a small smile appear on her face, and shook her head in embarrassment. "Sorry, you kinda caught me off guard."

Dean hesitated for a second. He wanted to ask Delaney what was wrong but he stopped himself. "Are you ready to head back to the Impala?" He asked instead.

Lanie didn't answer at first. She stood straight up and walked towards the door. "Definitely." She turned back to face Dean, the smile still on her face. "We've got a case to solve." She suddenly shook her head. "God, I sound so much like Sherlock Holmes right now."

There was silence in the Impala. After Sam had revealed that Lucifer had been to visit his dream, he didn't really know how to explain the rest. He was getting really embarrassed and knew that an awkward moment was bound to arise if he mentioned what he knew. But, he saw no getting out of it now and he really wanted to know how he felt about what she had seen.

"What the hell did he say?" Imogen demanded, shaking her head in disbelief. She now wished that she had just went straight to the diner with Lanie and Dean.

"He told me about what you really saw when you were in hospital..." Sam began, but his voice came out with an undertone of awkwardness.

Imogen felt her skin burning up around her face and knew immediately that it had reddened in embarrassment. She also knew that the colour of her face had changed due to the fact that she was furious, she was furious with Lucifer. She stayed silent though as she really didn't know what to say to Sam. She decided that he probably was quite embarrassed himself about the fact that they were supposed to be married and have a child in the future. Imogen looked down to her hands again, her hair falling over her face.

"What was it like?" Sam asked hesitantly, not being able to stand the silence anymore.

The youngest Fenton sister didn't look up. "It was..." She trailed off for a mere second. "Amazing." She admitted, glad that she didn't have to look Sam in the eye. "I mean, it was a little weird as I've technically only just met you but it was kind of... nice. My whole life was happy and carefree. We had a daughter called Layla and my heart melts everytime that I think of her." Imogen finally looked up to see that Sam's eyes were still on her, his face sympathetic and caring. "That's why I've been avoiding you Sam. Everytime I see you, I see her and then that makes me think of that perfect life... then my mind wanders to Lucifer." Sam held Imogen's gaze. "Look, from where I am standing - or sitting, whatever - I feel... something for you," Imogen began to admit, before she could even comprehend what she was saying. "And that dream has made those feelings even more clear. I don't know whether or not you feel the same way but please tell me I'm not the only one whose noticed... this thing." She motioned between the two of them.

"You're not," Sam began, causing Imogen to hold back a smile.

Suddenly the sound of banging on the roof of the Impala pulled both Sam and Imogen from their conversation. They both glanced in the direction of the noise to see Dean and Lanie standing on one side of the car, Dean with a brown paper bag in his hands. "Got you a banana Sammy," Dean began, oblivious of Sam and Imogen's conversation. "Though, I don't see why they put it in a paper bag."

Lanie was also carrying an identical paper bag to the one in Dean's hand. "And we got you a blueberry muffin - Your favourite." She directed her attention to her younger sister.

Sam and Imogen glanced at each other briefly, both of them fazed by their conversation. Both of them were also disappointed that they couldn't continue talking, they had so much to say. They turned back to the front of the car to see Dean and Lanie getting in to the front seats. Dean turned to them and handed Sam his bag. "Thanks." Sam stated with a tight smile, annoyed that they had interrupted them.

Lanie went to hand Imogen the blueberry muffin but the younger Fenton sister shook her head. "I told you that I really didn't want anything." She pointed out, her eyebrow raised, causing Lanie to sigh.

"Imm', you haven't had anything to eat today. Just eat the muffin."

Imogen huffed in protest as her sister thrusted the paper bag in her direction. She took it, but bent down and unzipped her backpack. She placed the brown bag straight into that and looked back up to see a very unimpressed Lanie. "What? I'll eat it later!" She pointed out.

"Yes I have, I had three pieces of toast." Imogen lied.

"Wow, what a feast." Lanie muttered sarcastically, and annoyed, as she turned back to the front of the car.

Dean glanced at Imogen. He knew she was lying because he had sat next to her at the kitchen table. She shot him a pleading look when she noticed him staring at her but he simply shook his head in disapproval. Dean didn't say anything to anybody else. He decided he'd talk to her later. He turned back to look in front of him and put the Impala into ignition.

It has been a really, really long time since I updated. And I truly apologise. One of my close family members has been diagnosed with cancer so I've been trying to wrap my head around that. It's been a really difficult time for me, but I've started to come to terms with it and I've finally had the time to update. I'm sorry it took so long, but I hope you can all understand. So, this is more of a filler - with a lot of things happening! HUNT DEFINITELY NEXT CHAPTER!

Thank you for being patient with me, review and let me know what you think.

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