A/N: Hey lovelies :)
So, my muse spewed this out today :) Not sure how successful it was, but hey ho, we'll soon see haha

I'm not sure there's much for me to ramble on about today, but the chapters look kind of naked without an author's note...

Alright, R+R, let me know what you think!

Peace out,

xoloveJBox

Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet- Vietnamese proverb.

Dean: 15 years old

Sam: 11 years old

Lena: 5 years old

Dean could feel his sister's tiny hand trembling slightly in his as they walked together down the street. He looked down at her wobbly pigtails that Lena had had to do herself because seriously, how the hell was he supposed to know how to do braids? The light purple bag on her back was huge, bigger than her in fact. Dean had chuckled when she'd picked it, thinking that she was playing around, but Lena had looked at him with such seriousness that he couldn't find the heart to tell her a smaller one would be fine.

As they rounded a corner and their destination came into view, Dean felt Lena hesitate nervously in her step, so he squeezed her hand encouragingly. Sam pretended that it wasn't such a big deal, but he didn't protest when Lena gripped his fingers too.

Lena had spent the morning trying to convince her brothers that she was ready, but nothing could have prepared her for the chaos in front of her, and the anarchy she was about to walk into.

Kindergarten.

All around them, kids were yelling, screaming, laughing, crying. Nobody walked- everyone was running, or jumping or skipping. Lena walked as close to Dean as she could physically get, and even Dean had to admit, he'd have been scared too. He'd thought high school was bad, but it was nothing compared to what this must have looked like to Lena.

Sam had to forcibly pry Lena's fingers out of his so that he could go to the entrance to his part of the school, throwing a quick goodbye over his shoulder. At eleven, Sam was totally indifferent to first days, but Lena had never been to school before, and seeing it, she couldn't understand why Sam seemed to enjoy it so much.

When the two of them were alone, Dean led Lena to the end of the pathway that would take her into the building and stopped, kneeling down in front of his sister.

"You ready kiddo?" he asked her cheerfully, but her lip trembled precariously, her eyes filling with tears as she nodded a lie.

"You're going to have so much fun today Princess." He promised, leaning forwards to pull up the stripy knee length socks she had insisted on wearing with her denim shorts and sneakers, even though they were already making the slow descent to her ankles.

"Dean, I don't like these kids." She admitted quietly, looking around wide-eyed at the animalistic qualities of her peers.

"Well," Dean sighed "I don't like 'em either, but there's not much we can do about it Le."

"But what if they think I'm weird?" Lena queried dejectedly.

"So what if they do?" Dean shrugged with a grin "I'm weird. Sam's definitely weird. I think being weird is kinda cool."

"Ok," Lena sniffled. Dean could tell that she was still scared- it was the longest she had ever been away from all of her family at once, and the thought of being alone terrified her.

It unnerved Dean too, though he didn't care to admit it.

"Who are you?" Dean smirked, resorting to the mantra they had playfully repeated the day before.

"Elena Mary Winchester." She replied, a small smile playing onto her cheeks.

"And what are you?"

Lena's face brightened as she beamed happily at him.

"Awesome!" She chimed, most of her fears forgotten as she laughed with her big brother.

"Yes you are." Dean replied firmly as the bell announced the time for them to go in "Go on, you'll be late. I'll be waiting right here when you get out, ok?"

Lena nodded and tried to look confident as she strode down the path, her bag bouncing with her steps. Dean waited until she was completely out of sight before moving, not even caring that he was going to be late for his own class.

For Lena, the day passed with finger paints and play dough, and she was almost surprised when her teacher told them it was time to go. She gathered up all of her newly acquired things- she made a mental note to tell Dean that it was a good job they had picked the extra big bag- and bounded out to her brothers, who were both standing exactly where Dean said he would be.

Lena talked all the way back to the motel room, barely stopping for breath. When they got in, Lena dug around in her bag to find one particular drawing of a rainbow she had painted, spewing glitter and furry pom-poms that had come unattached to various mounds of glue and paper. While Sam soon lost interest in the baby-ish activities that he had long outgrown, Dean nodded animatedly, and listened to every word his sister said until she finally fell asleep that night on his lap, still dressed, covered in paint, but sincerely content, telling him how she couldn't wait to go back the next day.