2nd Chapter
The siblings finally arrived at the boy's current house. They had to decide to take a break from hunting for a little bit to spend time with their neglected sister. So far, she was making it as hard as she possibly could. Sam turned around, to see his little sister fast asleep, her mp3 player still playing. He softly shook her arm, and he smiled at her when she opened her eyes.
"Welcome home." Sam said. He would at least still try to be caring, he loved his little sister to death. He couldn't get why Dean was being such a jerk about it.
Alex rubbed her eyes and took off the earphones. "This is your place? Nicer then expected."
Dean rolled his eyes at his sister, but Sam gave him a stern look and Dean shrugged and got out of the car, opening up her door for her. She got out adjusting the belt so it hung perfectly around her hips. Her hood was up, so you couldn't see the back her hair. She faced away from the car, so you couldn't see her face. Sam wondered if she was okay. He got out of the car and walked beside his sister, who was just standing there, her hands in her pockets, staring off into space. "You okay?"
"Peachy." She said, moving away from Sam and walking up to the house and opening the door and walking in.
Dean looked at his brother. "She's hopeless Sam."
"We have got to be patient. Look at her. She's upset."
Alex had chosen her room, and looked around. She opened her bag, pulling out her photo album. She flipped to her favorite photo. The one of her and her dad at the lake fishing, his arm around her shoulders. Alex stared at the photo, feeling hot tears welling up in her eyes. She would never be able to smell him, touch him, and argue with him. She felt so guilty. They had fought before he had left with Sam and Dean. He left the house in a rush, leaving Alex alone. And now he was gone for good. And she would never see him again. And she would never be able to tell him how much she loved and how he was her hero. And how much she missed him. And she would never be able to have random conversations with him. He wouldn't be there to joke around with her anymore. She let the tears come. She couldent fight them anymore. She laid on her bed, crying.
She didn't even hear Dean walk into her room and she hardly noticed as he held her as she sobbed into his chest.