"Bobby, he said he was gonna call when he was leaving! That should have been over 9 hours ago! He should have called by now!" I groaned as I paced Bobby's kitchen

Girl, if you don't quit ya worrying, I'm gonna lock you down in the basement. He'll be here." Bobby replied before standing up from his chair and walking outside

"But what if something's wrong?! And he's hurt?" I yelled out to him

"He's not."

"Ugh." I growled and moved to grab a beer from the fridge, and slumped against the counter

Dean had been gone for 5 days, and like he promised, he had called at least twice a day, but he hadn't called once today, and I was starting to get nervous. Dean's my older brother and he's pretty much my sole care taker. Not that I need one, I mean, I'm 17 years old and I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, but I would never complain about Dean being around. Our other brother Sam is kind of my other care taker, but he's off at Stanford. But Dean? He's always been around. Never once left me alone. We were always close, but once Sam left, we grew inseparable. Mom always said that when I was a baby, Dean was the only one able to get any sort of response out of me for the longest time. At least that's what I'm told. Our mom died when I was 6 months old in a house fire. That was the second house fire that our family had. The first was on Sam's six month birthday, but thankfully Dad had gotten mom, Sam and Dean out before anything happened. Then, when she died, Dad finally lost it. Picked us up and we headed for the road, and been here ever since.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard the front door opened and Bobby spoke,

"Well it's about damn time. How ya doing boy? Any sign of him?"

"No. Nothing. Just a buncha dead ends." Wait. I knew that voice.

"DEAN!" I screeched as I ran out of the kitchen, down the front porch steps, and into his arms

He immediately dropped his duffle onto the gravel driveway and picked me up. We stayed in that position for what felt like forever

"Well hello to you too peanut." He smiled as he put me back down on the ground, "Now that's what you call a hello Bobby."

"Oh yeah. I'll get right on that." Bobby laughed

By this time, we had moved and me and Dean sat down on the steps while Bobby went inside. My head was leaning on his shoulder when I spoke,

"You didn't call." I whispered, "I thought… I thought …"

"Hey. None of that." He said as he ran his hand through my hair, "I'm fine. I'm not going anywhere Lex. You hear me?" he whispered before kissing the top of my head, and I settled closer to him. Ever since Sam left, just being next to Dean would calm me down and make me feel ten times better. Even when Dad was around, it was Dean I turned to

"Look," Dean spoke up, "I think we need some help."

"Well obviously. Have you seen us?" I snorted

"Not what I meant smartass. Help finding dad."

That made me snap my head up and I narrowed my eyes,

"NO. Dean, no. We don't need some stranger! The four of us. Bobby. That's all I trust." I said I stood up off the porch and stood in front of him

"What about trust?" Bobby asked as he walked back outside

"This dufus wants help finding dad. I don't trust other hunters Dean, and they sure as hell don't like us."

"Gee, I wonder why." Dean snorted

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?!" I yelled and crossed my arms

"Well, you aren't exactly the nicest person to be around at times hunny." Bobby said sheepishly

"I'm nice!"

"Yes, you are. When you want to be. But when something happens that you don't like, or someone pisses you off, well people don't wanna be in the same state as you, let alone the same room." Dean smirked

"Well sorry for not letting people walk all over me. That's all any hunter ever does when they're around. Use me, then toss me aside. But whatever. I'll just let them next time. No problem." Dean stood up from the porch steps and stood in front of me

"What do you mean 'use you'" he growled, and I could tell the overprotective side was kicking in, "Have any of them – Has anyone – "

"Had anyone touched you?" Bobby finished for Dean when he realized that Dean couldn't and I could see Dean cringe out of the corner of my eye

"What?! No! God no. Ew." Neither of their facial expressions changed, so I elaborated, " I swear. I meant with hunts. Like use me for research or supplies or other shit like that. Not sex!" they both cringed, so I spoke up again, "Guys. Come on. You know me. You know I'd never take any shit from anyone if they ever tried anything. Plus, if anyone ever tried anything, I'd throw him at you guys and let you tear him a new one." I smiled, trying to make the air a little lighter

"We're going to get Sam." He sighed after a long, silent minute, "And I don't like the language."

"Wha- What?" I asked, ignoring his langauge comment

"When I said I wanted to get help, I meant Sam."

I was vaguely away of Bobby walking back inside, but I was so dazed by what Dean said, I barely even noticed

"Really?" I whispered, "I mean – really? You're sure? I mean, things didn't really end so great between you two."

"Well, if I remember correctly, it didn't end that smoothly for you either peanut."

It was true. The night Sam had left, I was a mess. Things were said that had cut deep. Sure, he had only said those things so it would be easier for us to let him go, but that doesn't mean it hurt any less. Even if the things he said hurt, that wasn't w3hat crushed me the most. What hurt the most was just the fact that he was able to leave us so easily. Like we meant absolutely nothing to him. That he could just leave and not even look back. I had called him hundreds of times over the last 4 years, and he never once answered. Dean knew that I called him all the time, and he knew that I was hurt every time he didn't answer. But he never said anything. Just let me climb into bed with him and fall asleep.

"Let's not get into that, yeah?" I spat, "Look, Dean, if we're gonna go get Sam, you should be prepared that he may not be the same Sammy that he was when he left us. He's normal now. And he might not wanna leave."

"I know. You think I don't know that?!" he growled, " I need him back Lex. I need him. He's all I have." He whispered

Now don't get me wrong, I love my brother. God knows I love him. But he can be the stupidest piece of shit on the planet when he wants to be.

"Whatever. I'll get my stuff." I mumbled as I trudged up the stairs

"Lex! Lex, come on!" he yelled after me, knowing he pissed me off. Over the last couple years, I had frequently gotten pissed off at Dean, so he was now aware of what I acted like when I was mad

"Screw you!" I yelled before slamming my door shut

I understand that Dean and Sam had 4 years together, before I was born, but every once in a while, Dean will let it slip that he misses Sam. That he wants Sam back, and I know he doesn't mean anything by it, but I can hear the underlying message. That he is getting tired of it just being me around every day. That he wants Sam around because he can't stand being around me some of the time. And I mean, I get it, I can be a huge bitch sometimes, but it kind of hurts knowing that most days he wants Sam around more than me. I quickly moved around my room at Bobby's and gathered my clothes before deciding to jump into the shower.

"Lex?" I heard from outside the bathroom

"One sec!" I yelled out and quickly finished my shower, put on my shorts and a t shirt, and walked out into my room, "Yeah?"

"You all packed?"

"Mhm." I hummed as I moved to the mirror to comb my hair. I could see Dean sitting on the bed wringing his hands, and I knew he was trying to think of what to say

"Stop it, Dean."

"What?"he asked as he head snapped up

"You're gonna rip your fingers off. If you're gonna say something, say it. If not, I got stuff to finish packing."

He was quiet for another minute, and right as I was about to say something, he spoke up,

"I'm sorry Lex."

"Dean, don't- "

"No, I shouldn't have said that. You know I need you around right? It's just – ever since Dad left, it's been hard, ya know? I've always had you three to count on. Always. And then Sam goes and leaves us to be normal and Dad goes and disappears, and it was just me and you against the world."

"Just like we always said it would be." I whispered as I sat down next to him

"Just like we always said." He smiled softly, "But we have a chance to get Sammy back Lex. I can't – "

"You can't pass it up."

"No."

I nodded and stoop up. I knew he was right and I knew what we had to do

"Well, what are you waiting for? We have a string bean to pick up." I smiled