Well hello, Imogene. I’m Michael.
Hey Michael! It’s nice to meet you.
What do you do around here?
Dean leaned back in his chair as Imogene dumped secret after secret upon him. No, not Imogene - Natasha. He raised his eyebrows, genuinely surprised as each bit of information started to seep in. Okay, so her dad was what - a killer? And what about this Henry guy? Who was he and why hadn’t Dean heard of him in the Circus before? Whoever he was, he had to be dangerous to make Imogene kill five people to avoid him. He couldn’t allow himself to deal with anything else until he was certain she was safe, so naturally his first question was regarding the five people she’d killed. “Those five people - were they clean kills? No prints or anything to link them to you? Most importantly, no one to lead them here?” Dean had to convince himself that he wasn’t even remotely aroused by the idea of Imogene killing people and it was a lot harder than he’d thought. Something about badass chicks just got to him.
"As far as I’m aware, yes. I was trained— before I fled home, how to defend myself and I kept up the training here. Even if I had left a fingerprint— I don’t exist. I had a name before Imogene, when I had my new family, but as soon as they were killed I changed it to this." A soft groan left Imogene’s lips as she buried her face in her hands, "I feel terrible. I don’t even know if those people deserved to die… what if they call again, Dean? I don’t know what I’m going to do. I was trained to protect myself from people who wanted to kill me. I never thought I’d have to kill someone else.” letting her hands fall back to her lap, she looked up at Dean, “You don’t hate me for lying to you, do you?” her bottom lip jutted out in a soft pout. The thought of Dean being mad at her in anyway was upsetting— besides Caroline, he was the only person who knew the truth.
[IN WHICH CAROLINE FELL ASLEEP WHILE WAITING]
Wait wait… what? You killed people? -eyes the female with a bit of confusion in her eyes; They’d tell Henry who you were… -biting her lip, she walked towards the alcohol cabinet and took out a bottle of bourbon handing it over to her; You need that more than me.
[IN WHICH CAROLINE DREAMED ABOUT IMOGENE.]
I didn’t want to do it… I had no choice. If Henry found out… I know he’s here to kill me. Dad would never let me leave this country alive. God this is so fucked up! -she took the bottle and pulled the cap off, quickly knocking back a substantial amount; I don’t know what to do, Care… what if they call again?
Dean wasn’t really sure what to expect from Imogene. She’d been gone for a long time and it was a genuine surprise to hear that she was back in the Circus. He’d missed her. They were friends, best friends, and she’d disappeared without a trace. At least now she was going to tell him why. When she finally arrived at his tent he gave her a smile, although it was short lived. Imogene was right down to business. He was a little bewildered as she fumbled around before finally taking a seat. He followed suit, pulling one of his fold-up chairs to sit in front of her. “I’m listening.” He gave her a reassuring smile.
Imogene bit down on her bottom lip as she took a seat, leaning back to cross her legs, one arm draping across her thigh. “My name is not Imogene Richards. It’s Natasha Petrova.” first confession out of the way. As she spoke, she kept her eyes downcast, unable to look at Dean. “I ran away from home with my mother after we discovered my father wanted us dead— we knew too much about his business and we had to be gotten rid of before we became liabilities.” she sighed, closing her eyes. “We ran. Came to America. About a year ago they found us… mom had passed away long ago, but they killed my step-dad and brother… I had to start running again… I moved through America, living in hotels and stealing to get by. Then I found this place.” she paused, taping her fingers against her thigh, “I was safe here. New name, constant moving… Then Henry arrived. I knew him when I was a child. His father is my fathers right hand man. He hasn’t figured out who I am yet.” leaning back, she finally looked at Dean, “Two weeks ago I got a phone call, telling me they knew my secret. I was given a list of names and told I had to ‘get rid’ of everyone on that list or they’d tell Henry… So I did. I killed them. 5 people.” she fell silent after that, looking away once more as she waited for a reaction.
Now hurry up Imowhore - I’m far to curious to be kept waiting.
[EPIC TIME LAPSE OF FLAWLESSNESS]
I killed… people. Lots of people. I had too. I was forced. I got an anonymous call two weeks ago telling me if I didn’t they’d tell Henry who I was… -the confession was blurted out before she’d even gotten fully into the tent, eyes searching about the room; Alcohol would be great right about now.
Wherever you feel safest works for me.
I’ll be at your place in 15?
[EPIC TIME LAPSE OF GLORY]
Hey… er. You might want to sit down for this? Not sure, your choice really… -pauses, chewing on her bottom lip; I need to sit down to tell it.
Pretty bad…? Then I’m getting a supply of alcohol too.
That would be much appreciated.