Lana had slumped down in her bed, ready to fall asleep without even changing from her work uniform, when she got the phone call saying one of her sisters was dead.

That was exactly how Logan started the conversation. She was expecting to pick up the phone to be annoyed with one of her brothers, because they always had the timing to call her complaining about something trivial just as she was about to get some much needed rest.

At worst, she thought she would be called in to mediate some kind of idiotic fight between Damien and Peter, who had been all over each other's throats for some time, for seemingly no other reason other than to maker her life more difficult.

Instead the words her brother Logan chose to greet her with were: "Lana... One of our sisters is dead."

He was always like that, brutally straightforward, and she always the fortune of having him to deliver the worst news.

She believed he thought he was doing something like ripping off a band-aid, trying to make it quick and smooth, all in one motion. She supposed he saw no point in parceling her pain of having to listen to it, or his for having to be the one to say it.

Even being aware of that, she didn't feel like she had a band-aid taken off. She felt like he had broken one of her bones without bothering to give her a warning first. She knew he meant well, but the pain was sudden and paralyzing. All she could do was being quietly amazed with how quickly her life had gone to shit. One second she was about to fall asleep thinking about that annoying customer that made her close the store half an hour after the usual closing time and then one of her sisters was dead. And what made it so much worse was that she couldn't even have the temporary luxury of denial, couldn't even ask if he was sure. It would be ridiculous, Logan wouldn't call her unless he was absolutely positive it was true. She wanted to ask anyway.

She couldn't answer him right away, the air had disappeared of her lungs and she was struggling to find it. She was afraid she was going to start to hyperventilate.

Logan was at kind enough to give her a few seconds to collect herself.

She desperately needed those seconds, because after, he was going to tell her which one of her sisters was gone forever, and trough the stars she was starting to see from the lack of air, she saw Cat's face.

'Please', she thought, 'please don't be her'.' And if it his (please don't let it be), please Logan, just give me a few more moments, just a few more seconds of her being alive (please let her be alive) to me, please just wait, please'.

She begged him without words, and still hoped he would find a way to hear it.

Those merciful seconds passed and she still couldn't feel the courage to ask, so he had to tell her without being asked. If she wasn't fighting so hard not to faint, she would have felt bad for forcing him to talk while she was curled up in her own pain, but in that moment he was stronger than her.

"It was Jane." He said, hurrying to say the words, trying to spit them out as if they were venom.

They did feel like venom when they stabbed her, but trough the fresh pain, she felt a relief so great it almost made her sick. Jane was gone. Their sweet, peaceful, Jane. Jane, who never once thought about hurting anybody. It was devastating, and tragic, but Lana couldn't help it; she was glad Cat was still with them. She was happy she was still with her. She was disgusted with herself; she knew how horribly selfish it was; she knew how Cat would be so horribly disappointed and repulsed if she ever found out those thoughts had ever crossed her mind, but there was nothing she could do. There were still stars in the sky, she thought, still supified by the news, even if her world was now darker.

She took a deep breath that somehow came out as a sob.

She still didn't speak, letting herself be overwhelmed by the turmoil of emotion thrashing inside her. She used that moment to let herself feel devastated for her lost sister, to feel furious and scared and confused. For that moment she let herself feel, because she knew that as soon as she opened her mouth to respond to her brother, she was stepping up as a commander, and that meant she was going to have to keep those emotions hidden for a long time, until she could deal with them properly.

Logan's steady breathing on her ear reminded her he was still waiting for her and that she still hadn't said a word since she had picked up the phone. She brought her hand to her face, feeling surprised when she felt tears there. She tried to remember the point when she had started to cry. She wondered if she even had the right to, being so selfishly happy one of her sisters was still with her while another one was gone.

She ignored the guilt that was threatening to swallow her whole, pushed it into a hidden corner of her mind, and promised to deal with it later. Her brothers and sisters needed her, so she wiped the tears from her face, and gathered the strength she needed to speak.

"Who else knows about this?" She asked, feeling a detached sense of pride that she managed to make her voice come out strong. Like a commander's voice... like Logan's voice.
"We are the only ones." He answered, and maybe the trace of relief she heard in his voice had been in her imagination. Had he been afraid it had been to much for her? She completely understood if he had.

She was at least grateful so far they were they only ones to know so far, although not particularly suspired. Logan had a way of knowing everything before anyone, she would have to ask about it later, she needed that.

She was glad their brothers and sisters didn't know yet, they deserved to have those few extra moments of peace, even if they wouldn't last long.

"Good." She answered.

"We need to meet. There is a lot we have to talk about that can't be said over the phone." He said, finishing their conversation and hanging up without a goodbye.

She couldn't blame him for it. She knew he was hurting at least as much as she was, probably more. They had both lost a sister and she could only imagine how painful it had been for him to be the one to have to tell her that; for him to be the first to know.

She felt glad she had him. She didn't know what the circumstances of her precious sister's death had been, but she knew they couldn't be anything but explosive, and now it was up to the both of them to keep the fire from spreading and consuming them all.

AN: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Supernatural's own characters will appear later on. Let me know what you thought in the comments :).