A/N: Howdy!

OK, so I really didn't expect to get another one of these out so quickly, but this kind of just came out. I've only just finished it, and I wanted to get it up before I go to sleep, and I haven't really had a chance to go through it, so I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes :)

I want to say a huge thank you to the incredible wondertogondor, and the lovely sweetkiwi604 for their amazing advice and continued support! They are both so sweet and helpful (and damn good writers too, so go check out some of their stuff too!) and I have no idea whether my sisfic that this is paired with (Things that go Bump in the Night) would have even gotten as far as it has so far, so this one wouldn't even have started :D

Please R+R and let me know what you think! They make me smile :)

P.S Just a reminder: Le=pronounced like 'Lay' because I don't know any other way to get that across with this spelling of Elena.

P.P.S I know I jumped a little bit from the first one. I may write one that is set somewhere in those three years, but for now, this is it haha For the others that I've planned out, there isn't so much gap between the timings :) Ideas for more are completely welcomed!

Disclaimer: Only Elena is mine :)

Love lots!

xoloveJBox

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

Dean: 13 years old

Sam: 9 years old

Lena: 3 years old.

The rain battered mercilessly against the draughty motel room window in the nameless, faceless town that Dean, Sam and Lena currently found themselves in. Dean lounged on the single, worn armchair, watching the static lined TV screen with Lena at his feet, playing with her blond pigtails. Sam was sitting at the table across the room, doing his homework and getting irritated when the answers didn't come easily. The sky was prematurely dark, weighed down by heavy rain clouds that pressed against the windows, and held no chance of letting up any time soon.

Lena sighed and pushed herself clumsily to her feet, searching for something more interesting to do. At first she clambered onto the windowsill, resting her chin on her hands, looking dejectedly out into the rotten weather. Letting out an unimpressed sigh, she slid off again and tottered over to Sam, standing on her tip-toes to peek at the papers strewn out in front of him.

"Saaaam" she sang, tapping small fingers on the wood of the table.

"Go away Elena." Sam snapped sharply, but Lena simply blinked up at him, unfazed by his tone.

"Don't be mean to her Sam." Dean warned from across the room without even looking up at them.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, turning his gaze back to the page in front of him.

"What'cha doing Sammy?" Lena chimed after a minute of quietly watching the concentration on her older brother's face.

"Homework." Sam answered monotonously, trying to ignore his baby sister as she attempted to amuse herself.

"Can I help?" she asked cheerfully, stretching a little more to see higher over the table, her lopsided braids swinging.

"You know how to do long division?" Sam replied sarcastically, looking at her with raised eyebrows.

Lena only stared at him for a minute before offering earnestly "I can draw a butterfly."

Sam gave a small, bitter laugh "Yeah, thanks." He muttered, pushing his hair from his eyes sullenly.

"Can I draw a picture?" Lena finally asked, looking hopefully at him with her wide, bright green eyes. Sam glanced at her for a second before rolling his eyes and pulling out the chair next to him. Lena squealed delightedly and climbed up; sitting up on her knees on the seat while she watched as Sam carefully tore a page from his notebook and pushed over his pencil case for her to choose some coloured pencils.

Seemingly content, Sam turned back to his homework, and for twenty minutes, Lena drew silently in concentration, stopping every few minutes to survey her work.

After studying the drawing for a long minute, Lena eventually put down her pencil, and held out the paper to Sam, who was finally on the last question of his homework sheet.

"Look Sam!" She proclaimed happily "It's a capertiller!"

"Caterpillar," Sam corrected as he looked at the uneven circles that were joined to make a body, spreading out over the page "It's a caterpillar Elena."

"Yeah, that's what I said" Lena nodded enthusiastically "a capertiller."

Sam chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully as he began to pack his books away.

"What's its name?" he asked, and Lena looked from the picture, to Sam and back again.

"I don't know," she mumbled, frowning down at the page as if it were hidden in crayon.

"I know," Dean called over to them "Call it Dean. That's a really cool name."
Lena swivelled around on the seat and raised her eyebrows at him "Dean, it's a girl." She replied matter-of-factly "Can't you see the bow on her head?"

"Oh sorry Le," Dean laughed, pretending to turn his attention back to the TV.

Lena tapped her chin animatedly for a minute before exclaiming "I know! She can share my name!"

"That's a good idea," Dean told her cheerfully, indulging her in her moment of excitement "Why don't you write it down so she doesn't forget it?"

Lena turned back to the drawing, but then her brow creased with confusion "I don't know how to." She whimpered slightly, her bottom lip trembling a little.

"Come here," Sam told her quickly before she could start crying, and pulled her into his lap. He positioned a pencil in her hand and wrapped his around her fist, guiding the pencil across a sheet of the extra paper he had kept out for her. He told her each letter as they carved them onto the page, and Lena stared curiously at them as they appeared, drinking it all in and storing it away. When they were done, Sam let go of her hand and gave her a fresh piece of paper.

"Ok," he said simply "Now you try."

Lena looked nervously at him for a second, but Sam shot her and encouraging smile and she put the tip to the paper. She all but stuck out her tongue in concentration, and Sam watched carefully as she copied the letters on the other page. When she was done, she looked up at him expectantly, waiting for his judgment.

"You got it." Sam told her warmly, holding his hand up for a high five, which she gladly reciprocated. Lena grabbed her paper and dove from the chair, running over to Dean and thrusting the paper under his nose.

"Look De, I writed my name!" she blurted, making sure Dean looked at it. The letters were overly large and wobbly, but the basic shape was there, and Dean noticed the way his sister's cheeks glowed proudly.

"You're a genius Le." Dean declared theatrically "You might even be smarter than Dad one day."
Lena's eyes widened, bewildered "Smarter than Daddy?"

"You bet." Dean promised with a wink, reaching out and scooping her up "Now come on, even geniuses have to go to bed."