Sam and Dean both remembered the day they met Imogen. Both were hesitant, and neither had spent much time around a child of her small size and young age. How old was she? Neither Sam nor Dean could remember. She was tiny for her age, she looked much younger than she was, something that would continue on throughout her life, but she was also smart as they come.

The day they met her wasn't unlike any other. Sam had answered a call on one of John's old phones. It was a woman named Lucy looking for John, there was a hunt near her place. She explained that she met John a few years back when he worked a case there. She wanted John to come, but when Sam told her that John had been dead for a while she still insisted the brothers come, knowing those were his sons.

Dean remembered the case and Lucy, it was a vampire nest he and John had taken care of while Sam was staying with Bobby and finishing up high school. He also remembered that Dad had managed to shack up with the lady and thought it best to warn Sam just in case Sam got any funny ideas.

"Thanks for the trauma," Sam said, squeezing his eyes shut at the news.

"You're welcome, Sammy," Dean quipped with delights as he started up the car and pulled away from the gas station they had been at when they got the call.

Quickly he rerouted himself. The two had been heading to Sioux Falls for an impromptu visit with an old drunk since they hadn't caught wind of a case in a week, but thankfully now they had something. Lucky for Lucy, Sam and Dean had just crossed the Missouri line, so they were at Lucy's house in Atlanta, Georgia by the next morning.

Dean remembered the house, he and Dad had spent about a week in it, they had to make sure the vampires were really gone- or so that's what John had told Dean. The older Winchester brother knocked on the door and waited. Several long moments passed by and the brothers exchanged looks, both wondering if anyone was actually going to answer.

Finally a tall, short haired, blonde woman did. She smiled, recognizing Dean and hugging him, "You look just the same, Dean," she kissed his cheek and then turned to Sam, "You must be Sam," she said, "John wouldn't shut up about you. He was damn proud of you."

Sam tried to hide his shock and embarrassment. Even after everything they had been through, Sam still had a hard time believing the man was ever proud of him, even when it was told directly to him. He'd made his peace with his father, but coming from someone who had known John… intimately… it made Sam a little uncomfortable, "Thank you," was all he could think to say.

The woman smiled and then jumped a little, "Oh, you boys should come in. I just made my daughter breakfast, but there's plenty if you're hungry.

Sam started to politely decline, but Dean cut him off, "We would love to, Ms. Remington," he pushed past Sam and made his way into the kitchen which was visibly down the hall.

"Please," she began, leading Sam into the house and down the hallway into the kitchen, "Call me Lucy, you've earned the right," she walked over to the cabinet taking two plates down and loading them both up with the left over bacon, eggs, and pancakes, setting a plate in front of the both of them.

Dean immediately attacked his, not caring who was around and who was disgusted by the sloppy way he piled the food into his mouth. Sam, on the other hand, ate slowly and more politely than his brother.

"Thank you, Lucy," Dean said to the woman, "This is fantastic," he blurted, food flying unknowingly from his mouth as he spoke.

Sam let out an almost inaudible groan as he met the blonde woman's eyes and nodded, chewing his food and swallowing it completely before taking a drink of his coffee to rinse out his mouth, "Yes, very good. Thank you."

She smiled and nodded, glancing through a door that was right off the kitchen, "The little one is probably hungry. I'll be right back. You two make yourself at home," she said, heading through the door and up the stairs.

Sam shot Dean a bitch-face that could kill, "Dude!" he barked in hushed tones, "Where are your manners?"

The glare that Dean shot back at his brother was equally as bitchy as the one he had been given, "Brother, live a little. How often do we get homemade, tasty grub? And not something we have to microwave at a gas station?"

A sigh escaped Sam, he shrugged his shoulders, and went back to eating his food. Dean did have a point after all, this food was pretty good.

A few moments later Lucy came back into the room with a young girl at her side, she helped the little girl into a chair at the head of the table, adjacent to both Sam and Dean, "Imogen, this is Dean," she patted the older Winchester's hand, "And this is Sam," she did the same, "They are good friends of Mommy. They are gonna help us out for a little while, so please be nice to them."

Imogen nodded slowly and picked up a piece of bacon from her plate, taking a small bite, "It's nice to meet you," she said, looking back and forth at the two men, then she looked up at her mom, "I thought you said Daddy was coming to help?"

The look of horror that crossed Lucy's face went unnoticed, as neither Sam nor Dean thought anything of this, they both just continued on with their breakfast. Dean chugging a glass full of orange juice made the little girl laugh.

"It's nice to meet you too, kiddo," Dean said, smiling at the young child.

The girl blushed and picked up her toast, taking a small bite of it and setting it back on her plate, "I'm not hungry Mommy, can I go play?"

Lucy groaned, "Em, you barely touched your breakfast," she paused to collect herself, "Fine, go to the playroom and stay there. I need to talk to Sam and Dean."

Imogen squealed as she jumped down from her chair and made her way out of the kitchen and out of sight.

Dean and Sam both finished up their breakfast and Lucy cleared their plates. Taking them to the sink and rinsing them off before putting them into the mostly empty dishwasher.

"So, what do you have that you think's our thing?" Dean asked, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his overfull belly.

Lucy pulled out a newspaper and set it on the table in front of the Winchester brothers. The headline read: "Two Teens Found Dead, hearts ripped out. Suspected animal attacks". She gave them both a moment to look over the article before continuing.

"It's not the only incident, the last three months at least two people a month have been murdered with their hearts ripped out, and sometimes more than that," she told the boys, "It's probably vampires, right?" she asked, "Like last time?"

Sam was still reading the article to completion while Dean spoke, "No, probably not. Vampires don't really care about organs, they just want blood," he told her, "It sounds like a werewolf to me. What do you think, Sam?"

The long haired Winchester nodded, still finishing up the article before setting it down on the table, "The lunar cycle is right."

Lucy looked to the both of them, "A werewolf?" she said softly, "Woah."

Dean nodded, "Good news is they are a little easier to kill. All we gotta do it shoot it full of silver. Bad news is tonight is the last night of the full moon, so we've gotta find the son-of-a-bitch tonight, or it'll be another month before we can try again," he took a drink of coffee.

"You said this started about three months ago?" Sam asked.

Lucy nodded, "Three months exactly."

Both of the Winchesters exchanged glances, "All right…have all the attacks been happening in the same place?" Dean asked, "Or around the same location?"

Lucy looked at him, "Actually yeah," she nodded.

Dean smirked, "Awesome, that'll make finding the thing all the much easier."

Sam nodded in agreement, "Yeah, give us the address and we'll go stake it out tonight. Come back in the morning and let you know what we find?"

A smile played across the middle-aged woman's face, "Just like your daddy," she said, "I'll make sure to have a nice breakfast made for you boys," she hugged the both of them and walked them to the front door, "Good luck."

"Thanks," Dean smiled and then looked down as Imogen appeared at her mother's side, "Sammy and I will see you again for breakfast tomorrow, Princess," he winked playfully at her, causing her to hide her face in her mother's clothing.

Sam and Dean both let out a chuckle as they made their way to the Impala and got inside, the engine roared to life and the two took off down the street and out of site.

"Why are they in Daddy's car?" the little girl asked.

Lucy smiled down at her daughter, "I'll tell you later, come on. You need to get dressed."

Imogen nodded and ran up the stairs to her room.

The next morning, as promised, Lucy was in the kitchen making breakfast, and lots of it, in preparation for the Winchester brothers. Though, something was different about this morning. Her whole body was sore, and she was covered in scrapes and bruises. There was also a long gash extending from her elbow to her wrist that she had no recollection of getting. She pulled on a robe to cover it up, not wanting to frighten her daughter. Lucy was concerned herself. Sure, she'd had a glass of wine before bed, but not enough to have made her blackout and not remember how she injured herself.

The doorbell rang just as Lucy had set the table and buttered the last piece of toast. She set the utensils down on the counter and headed to the receiving area of the house. Before opening the front door she called up the stair, "Imogen! Get your butt down here, breakfast is ready," she paused and smirked, "and Dean is here!" she chuckled, her daughter hadn't shut up about the dreamy Winchester since yesterday.

Before Lucy could even get the front door open her daughter was bounding down the stairs in her Hello-Kitty pajamas, eyes wide and obviously searching for the man. "Go, you're breakfast is waiting at the table," Lucy pointed down the hall and watched her daughter go before opening the front door. The boys stood side by side, looking much more worn out and exhausted than the day before. She let the two in, noticing the bruises and scabs covering them, "You boys look like hell," she said, ushering them both into the kitchen and sitting them down.

"Eat, you two need all the strength you can get," she said with a smile on her face, "How did the hunt go?" she asked, looking at her daughter who's eyes hadn't left Dean since he had entered the room, "Did you…. Ya'know?" she asked, wanting to be discrete.

Sam and Dean exchanged long, sorrowful glances before looking back at Lucy.

"Did it not show up?" she asked, looking at the both of them.

Dean took a deep breath, "No, we found it. We know who it is. We just didn't take care of it."

Lucy frowned, "Why not?" she asked, "I thought that's what you came to do."

"Yeah, it was," Sam said slowly, "It is."

"Would you mind sending your daughter out of the room? That way we can talk?"

Lucy didn't like the way this conversation had turned, but she trusted the Winchesters so she obliged, "Imogen, please go upstairs and shower and get dressed."

Imogen started to argue, but when she looked at her mom and saw the 'I mean business' look on her face she went without a word.

Lucy stood up and started to clean up the breakfast mess, "What's going on?" she asked, turning back around and flinching a little as Dean was standing right in front of her.

"I've got a kind of weird question to ask you," he let out a long sighed, "Have you, uh… been bitten by like a stranger or something in the last few months?"

Lucy was a bit taken aback, "What the hell kinda question is that?" she barked, "Of course I haven't been bitten by anyone…" but then she trailed off for a moment, "Wait… you don't think I'm the werewolf… that's impossible."

Sam slowly approached, "No, not impossible," he explained, "We had a friend, she had no idea she was… She would change in her sleep and wouldn't remember anything the next day."

"No, I'm not… I would never… I wouldn't kill anyone," she said softly, "I couldn't. It wasn't me."

Dean looked at her, "No, you're right. It wasn't you… It was the monster that took you over… I repeat, have you been bitten?"

Lucy scratched her head, "No, I haven't," but then she thought about it for a moment as the boys stared at her, "It was a one night stand," she then admitted, "I… I didn't think anything of it… Bar guys can get kind of weird."

It took everything in Dean not to chuckle, despite the fact that he wasn't amused or entertained by what he knew that he and Sam would have to do.

"How do I know you're telling the truth? I don't remember anything."

Dean looked at her, "I cut you with a silver knife, from your elbow to your wrist last night when you were all hulked out," he said, "You think you would remember where you got that?" he asked, grabbing her arm and not so gently pulling the sleeve up to reveal the gash.

Lucy jerked her arm away and pulled her sleeve back down, "So how do we fix this?" she breathed, "How do I not be a werewolf?"

Once again Sam and Dean looked at each other and then back at Lucy.

"You don't," Sam finally answered, "There's no going back. I'm sorry, Lucy. I wish there was something we could do."

Her heart fell from her chest to her feet, and for a moment she felt unable to breathe, "Wh-what?" she rubbed her head, "Why didn't you shoot me last night?" she asked, "Take care of this?" her whole body was shaking and she barely heard the words that were coming out of her own mouth.

"We… we thought we owed you an explanation… and we couldn't just kill you… What about your daughter?" Sam reasoned.

Lucy slowly sank into a dining chair, "But you still have to kill me, don't you?"

Dean nodded, "If we don't, you will kill again. You can't control yourself like that."

The tears began to fall and Lucy rubbed at them violently, not wanting to cry. She knew they weren't lying, she knew if there was anything they could do they would have done it. She knew she had to die.

"What about Imogen?" she said softly, mostly to herself.

"Do you have family she could go and live with? What about her father? We could help you track him down," Sam offered.

Lucy looked at the boy, "Her father is dead," she whispered, clapping a hand over her mouth, "I… I don't have any family. It's just me and her," slowly Lucy got to her feet, "There's something I need to tell you boys," slowly she walked over to the hall closet and pulled out a photo album, carrying it back to the kitchen and laying it on the table before opening it and flipping to a section.

"I promised to never tell you boys this, but I don't have a choice," she directed their attention to the photo of John holding Imogen and kissing her cheek with Lucy standing next to them, "John Winchester is my daughter's father," she breathed, looking at the boys, "Imogen is your blood… Half of it anyways."

Dean scoffed, "What? That's impossible," but then he stopped and thought long and hard about it while studying the photo that Lucy had taken out of the album. It made sense. The time all added up, "So," he took a long pause, "Imogen is my.. our… sister?" he pointed at himself and at Sam, who's face showed just as much shock as his own.

Lucy nodded, "Yeah, yeah she is," she spoke slowly and clearly, "When I die, I want you to promise me that she will be taken care of," she was talking to the both of them, but she was staring at Dean, "Promise me, please… Promise she will be safe," Lucy pleaded, "Just take Imogen far, far away from here, away from me, and I'll do it myself."

Sam looked at Lucy and took her hand, squeezing it tightly, "We will make sure our sister is taken care of," he said, "But we aren't going to leave you to do this yourself… You shouldn't be alone."

The woman shot him a look, "You don't think I'll go through with it."

"No, I think you have every intention of going through with it," Dean announced, catching her eye, "But I don't think you'll be able to," he said, "But I'll be your backup," he reasoned, "Sam can take Imogen to our motel, hang out with her. While you and I…. you know."

Lucy nodded, "Can I just spend a few hours with my baby?" she whispered.

Sam clapped a hand on Dean's shoulder, signaling that he needed to get up, "Yeah, of course," Sam said, "We'll come back tonight."

Dean nodded, "We'll be here before dark."

"The full moon is over though," she said, "We don't have to worry about me turning, right?"

"No probably not," Dean said, "But we don't want to take any chances."

Lucy nodded, "Okay, I'll see you tonight." She breathed, "Please, leave." She said, turning to head up the stairs to spend her last hours with her daughter.