A/N: This story will not be entirely canonical with the story line of Supernatural. There might be some similarities, but I'm pretty much gonna do my own thing! Thanks for tuning in!

There are some people in life that you can fall out of touch with for weeks, months, even years at a time, but no matter what when you are reunited it's like you were never apart. That's how Imogen felt about Bobby. She knew that no matter how long she stayed gone that he was going to welcome her back with open arms and like she hadn't left.

So when she pulled into his driveway as the sun was setting and saw nothing but rubble where the house used to be she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Slowly she got out of her car and walked over. The house had burned, not recently either. By the looks of it, it had burned well over a year ago. What the hell had happened since Imogen left? She'd heard nothing of this, nothing at all. Granted, she'd made herself pretty scarce the last few years, avoided hunters to the best of her ability, and when she couldn't avoid them there was only a few who knew she was Sam and Dean's sister anyways.

Imogen had no idea about this though. Was Bobby even alive? She couldn't remember the last time she'd even heard anything about him, much less bothered to check. Sam and Dean were basically hunter celebrities so she was sure she would have heard if something had happened to them. But all of a sudden she wasn't so sure and she needed that reassurance.

Only problem was she had no way to contact any of them. Coming back to Bobby's was going to reconnect her, but now there was no Bobby's. There's no way that Sam and Dean even still had the same phone numbers. She was going to have to track down someone who knew the boys and there was only one local she could think of with tabs on the hunters.

The next thing Imogen knew she was pulling into the Sioux Falls sheriff's department. She shut off her car and got out, slowly walking inside.

"How can I help you?" a portly assistant sitting at the front desk asked.

Imogen cleared her throat to speak, "I'm looking for Sherriff Jody Mills."

"Is this business or personal?" she asked.

"Uh," Imogen scratched her head, "A little of both, I guess."

The woman sighed as she picked up the phone receiver and mumbled something into it before setting it back down, "You can have a seat, Sherriff Mills will be out to talk to you as soon as she can."

Imogen nodded and sat in a chair near the door. The minutes ticked by unbelievably slowly. She thought she was going to go crazy sitting there, waiting for Jody to emerge. But finally the woman did, taking no notice of Imogen as she walked over to the woman at the desk.

"Everything okay, Margie?" Jody asked the secretary.

"You have a visitor," the woman replied unhappily, pointing Jody to Imogen who had just stood up and walked over.

At first Jody didn't recognize Imogen. The girl had changed from a skin-and-bones awkward teen into a very attractive young woman. But when it hit her who was standing in front of her Jody's jaw dropped.

"Imogen," she breathed.

A small chuckled escaped her lips, "Yeah, Jody. It's me."

"I didn't think I would ever see you again."

"Here I am," Imogen said with a smile, "Is there somewhere that we can talk?"

"Oh yes, absolutely," Jody gently grabbed her arm and pulled her into one of the interrogation rooms, "Where've you been? Last I heard you had fallen off the face of the Earth."

"Well, not quite," she shrugged, "I've been all over. Just kinda trying to find myself. Decided it was time to come back and reconnect with my family. Do you know where they are?" she asked casually.

"Sam and Dean… Those boys never tell me where they are going or where they've been. I think last time I saw them Dean got sent back to 1944 by Chronos."

"The God of Time?" Imogen asked, skeptically.

Jody nodded, "Yeah, pretty wacky. He liked it though. He met the real Elliot Ness."

"Oh I bet he loved that."

Jody smiled and nodded, "I can't tell ya' where they are but I've got some phone numbers I can give you."

"Thanks Jody, you're a real life save. You know that?"

Jody smiled and wrote the numbers down for Imogen on a piece of paper.

"Hey, Jody," she began reluctantly, "Where's Bobby? I went by his house, figured he could point me in the right direction, but his house… It's burned to the ground. Is he with Sam and Dean? Or is he hiding in one of his safe houses?"

The look that came across Jody's face told Imogen everything she needed to know.

"You didn't hear," the older woman breathed out, "No of course not. Hun," her hands were shaking, "We lost Bobby."

"Lost him?" Imogen choked out, "What do you mean?"

"He died. A while back."

Imogen closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This is what she had been fearing all along, "What happened?" she asked when she was able.

"Dick Roman shot him."

Imogen narrowed her eyes at Jody, "Dick Roman? The wealthy business man? Why the hell would he do that?"

"Because our boys were trying to kill him."

"Why would they do that? What they don't like Richard Roman Enterprises?"

Jody almost laughed, "No, Dick Roman wasn't Dick Roman… He was something called a Leviathan. Do you know what that is?"

Imogen shook her head, "Not a clue."

"Me either," Jody stated, "Man, you've really been in the dark since you left, haven't you?"

"Yeah, just kept to myself. Hunted when I could find something to hunt. What's a Leviathan?"

"Basically they are some evil pre-biblical monster. I wish I knew more, but hun I'm not the best person to be telling you all of this. Get ahold of your brothers. I guarantee they are dying to hear from you. Besides, I've got to get back to work."

Imogen nodded slowly, "Okay… Hey, I'm sorry about Bobby."

"Yeah," Jody said, standing up slowly and motioning for Imogen to follow her out of the building, "So am I."

Jody walked Imogen back out to her car, "Seriously, Em. Call your brothers. They need you."

Imogen nodded, "I will," she agreed, "Just don't tell them I went to you first, okay?"

Jody smiled and nodded, "You got it kid."

The two women embraced before Imogen got back in her car and was on the road again. She turned on the radio. They were still talking about the unexpected meteor shower that had happened just a few nights before. Imogen pulled back into Bobby's. She had to look around, maybe find some clues… Find something. She walked through the salvage yard to the back shed and broke the lock so that she could open the door. It was packed full of things and it took the girl a minute to realize they were her things. She picked up the box that contained her son's ashes. She had left this behind when she left years ago, this was the first time she had seen any of this stuff since. Quickly she set it down and shut the shed back. She didn't want to go back in time.

Slowly Imogen walked back over to her car and pulled out her cell phone, dialing the number Jody had given her for Dean. It rang several times before it went to voicemail. It was late, maybe he was asleep or on a hunt somewhere. She was about to get back in her car and drive when her phone started to ring.

"Hello?" she answered, purposely changing the sound of her voice so Dean wouldn't automatically recognize her.

"I just missed a call from you. Who is this?"

"Uh," Imogen cleared her throat, "This is, uh…"

"Come on, spit it out. I don't have all day," the oldest Winchester was obviously annoyed.

"Dean?"

He was silent for several moments before speaking, "Imogen?" it was obvious in his voice he didn't believe it was her.

"Yeah, hey. How ya' been?"

"How've I been?" the man repeated, "Uh, well that's a long story. Is everything okay with you? I haven't heard from you or about you in years."

"Sorry about that," she sighed, "Listen, I'm uh… I'm gonna be at Bobby's. Are you anywhere near there?"

Another few moments of silence, "No, Em. We need to talk. We're in Kansas right now. Why don't you meet me down here?"

Imogen sighed, "All right. Where in Kansas?"

"Lebanon. Call me when you get to town. We have a lot to talk about."

So Imogen did as he said. She got in her car and she drove through the night and the next day until she got to Lebanon. Now, she had no idea where she needed to go in Lebanon, so once again she had to call her brother. He met her in town and neither of them got out of the car, she just followed him in her car to a large bunker that she had no idea existed.

She parked her car and got out and Dean quickly walked over to her. She thought he was going to hug her but she was wrong. Instead she was assaulted by holy water to the face and the sting of a silver blade digging into her.

"Dammit, Dean," she wiped the water from her eyes, "Geeze, you know in many cultures attacking a sibling you haven't seen in years is considered almost rude."

Dean shrugged, "Haven't seen you in years. For all I know you're possessed."

"Well, I'm not."

"I know that now," he glanced at her golden 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V and scoffed, "Where's your pimp?" he said cheekily.

Imogen rolled her eyes and looked towards the bunker, "Where the hell are we?" she asked, ignoring his comment about her car.

Dean smiled and led her to the door, "We're home."

"Home? Since when do the Winchesters have a home?"

"Since… Well, for a while now. We're Men of Letters. You're a Woman of Letters I guess. It's a long story. Come on in, I'll explain everything."

And so in she went. The outside of the bunker didn't do the inside justice by any means. She slowly followed Dean down the metal stair case and looked around wildly.

"Woah," the female Winchester exclaimed.

Dean smirked at her, "Yeah, this place is pretty cool."

"Understatement," Imogen looked up to see Sam rounding the corner, "Hey'a Sammy," she said, smiling at her brother for the first time in years.

Sam, who had not been given any warning whatsoever, and was in the middle of eating a taco, looked up and immediately dropped his food on the ground, his mouth hanging open and ground beef falling out, "Imogen."

Imogen slowly nodded and turned to look at Dean, "I take it you didn't tell him I was coming."

Dean shrugged and walked ahead of his sister, "Didn't want to get his hopes up in case you didn't show."

Sam slowly blinked, wanting to make sure that he wasn't seeing things, "We thought you were dead."

Imogen narrowed her eyes, "Why'd you think that?"

Dean sighed, "Garth said you disappeared on a hunt the two of you were working together."

The girl couldn't help but to smirk a little, "That's not exactly what happened."

"What happened?" Sam asked, "Because we rushed there and worked on that hunt for a week."

"Uh, well Sam. That's not really something that I want to talk about," she bit her lip, "Let's just say I wasn't exactly there for the hunt."

Dean's eyes went wide, "Wait… You're not saying that you and Garth…?" he shuttered, "Oh that's just wrong."

"I'm a woman, Dean. I have needs. Besides, I've always had a thing for Garth."

Both Sam and Dean looked absolutely mortified.

"So you like… hit it and quit it?" Dean inquired.

"Let's put it this way- I'm not really one to stick around for breakfast in the morning."

Imogen didn't expect the smile the creeped across Dean's face.

"You're like a chip off of the old block," he put his arm around his sister and tousled her hair, "You're just like your big brother."

Slowly Imogen shook her head, "So, anyone wanna fill in the blanks since I've been gone?"

Dean nodded, "First we need refreshments," he stated, going into the kitchen and coming back with a case of beer and setting it on the table, "Sit. This is going to take a while."

Imogen grabbed a beer out of the case and took a seat at the table in-between her brothers. By the time they were done explaining things to the best of their ability it was hours later, Imogen's head was swimming, and she was exhausted.

"So," she downed the last of her third beer, "Let me get this straight. Bobby was shot by some evil Leviathan that Castiel popped from Purgatory?"

"Correct," Dean assured.

"Then you and Cas killed him but wound up in Purgatory?"

"Yep."

Imogen turned to look at Sam, "And you hit a dog and didn't bother to look for either of them?"

Sam sighed and nodded slowly.

"Then Dean you got out of Purgatory and you and Sammy tried to close the gates of Hell, but stopped because it was going to kill Sam?"

"Yep," the brothers replied simultaneously.

"Then some evil dick named Megatron cast all of the angel's out of Heaven and Cas is now human?"

"His name is Metatron," Sam corrected, "but yes. Exactly".

"So now Crowley is in your basement because you tried and failed to turn him human?"

"We didn't exactly fail, but we stopped before we finished. But other than that- Bingo," Dean stated, chugging on his beer.

"Anything else I should know?"

"Probably," Sam laughed softly, "Oh! Actually, we have a prophet living here too."

"A prophet?" Imogen asked, "You mean Chuck? The guy who wrote the Supernatural books?"

"Yes, but not Chuck. His name is Kevin," Dean stood up, "KEVIN!" he called through the bunker, "He's a little nerdy dude, but he's family. You'll like him," her brother hesitated, "Just do me a solid and don't sleep with him. He's on a mission. From God… Literally."

Imogen rolled her eyes, "Just because I'm in touch with my sexuality doesn't mean I jump on every dick that points my way."

Dean looked a little horrified, "Hey! Kevin!" he called out again, his voice wavering a bit, "Get in here, we have someone we want you to meet."

And in walked the scrawny, scruffy boy, "What's up?" he asked as his eyes lay on Imogen and he instinctively moved in a failed attempt to fix his hair, "Oh hi, I'm Kevin."

Imogen stood up and walked over to shake Kevin's hand, "Hey, I'm Imogen," she said confidently, "Wanna go to my car and have sex?"

The three men that were in the room with Imogen all stood in stunned silence for several moments before Imogen broke the silence.

"I'm just kidding," she said, letting go of his hand, "I'm Sam and Dean's sister. It's nice to meet you."

Kevin's eyes widened, "Sister?" he asked, looking passed Imogen and to the brothers, "You never mentioned a sister."

"The less you know about us the better," Dean stated.

"Better for you or better for me?"

"Both."

Imogen rolled her eyes, "Plus, they thought that I was dead," she told him, "It's a long, boring story."

Kevin nodded slowly, "So are you gonna be staying here with us?"

Imogen shrugged, "I never plan more than like twelve hours in advance."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Yeah, okay Em. Look, we have a spare room if you wanna turn in for the night. I'm about to."

Imogen nodded, "Sounds good," she said, "Show me the way."

Sam quickly moved to her side, "I'll show you. Dean, get some sleep," he said, walking his sister to one of the rooms that contained a bed, "Here, if you need anything let me know, okay?"

Imogen nodded and looked at her brother, "I have missed you, Sam."

"Right back at you, sis," then he leaned in and hugged her tightly.

When the hug broke Imogen gently rubbed his arms, "So what was it like?" she asked.

"What was what like?"

"Getting out, after all of these years."

Sam pondered the question for a few moments, "It really helped me focus in on what was important."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that what's most important- for me anyways- is family. Dean was the only family that I had left after you took off and when I lost him I lost everything. When he came back I knew I couldn't take family for granted anymore."

Imogen nodded slowly, "That makes sense."

"What about you," Sam asked, hesitantly, "What have you been up to?"

The female Winchester smiled and hugged her brother again, "That, my brother, is a story for another day."

Sam sighed but smiled and nodded, "You're gonna be here when we wake up, right?"

"Depends how long you plan to sleep," she teased, gently pushing him, "I'll be here."

Sam kissed the top of his sister's head, "Sleep well," he said as he turned and walked out of the room and down the hall to his own.