A/N: Howdy! Gosh, I'm really on a roll with these haha :)

This one is really short! I couldn't believe it to be honest haha :) I don't really like to read through them afterward, otherwise I decide that I hate it and delete the whole thing. I've skim-read it for mistakes, but if anyone spots any, feel free to point them out. :D

Disclaimer: Nope...still don't own anything you recognise *cries like a baby*

Please R+R! Love to read them and hear what everyone thinks, and I'm totally open to ideas for other chapters :)

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

Dean: 14 years old

Sam: 10 years old

Lena: 4 years old.

Dean woke up as a crack of lightening whipped past the window and a small, whimpering bundle dove into his bed. Dean blinked sleepily, but all he could see out of the edge of the cover was the top of a blonde head that was nestling as close to his side as it could get. Grabbing at his clothes as thunder rumbled outside, Lena started to cry.

"Hey Princess," Dean cooed softly, careful not to wake Sam "What's the matter? You're not scared of the storm, are you?" He didn't think she was, she was never usually bothered by the ferocious weather, but something had sent her seeking the comfort of his bed.

Lena shook her head against Dean's chest "I had a bad dream." she whispered, tears soaking into Dean's shirt, and Dean started to card his fingers through his sister's long hair soothingly.

"Well, you're ok now, right?" he asked her, and he felt Lena nod "There you go then. You want to tell me about it?"

"You were gone." Lena sniffled after a minute "You and Sammy and Daddy. I didn't know where you went, and you didn't listen when I shouted."

"I'm right here Le and Sammy's just over there," Dean told her gently, nodding over to Sam's bed "Dad'll back in the morning. We're not going anywhere."

"You promise?" Lena queried, looking up at him wide, watery eyes as Dean wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer.

"I'll always be here." He promised her firmly, though she still didn't seem convinced.

"Forever?" she asked seriously, and Dean shot her a grin.

"Forever and ever." He assured her, and she blinked sleepily, finally seeming satisfied with his answer.

Lena was happy now, he nightmare forgotten about as she settled in to back to sleep, cushioned protectively against her brother's side with no attempts to move back to her own bed. The idea of being on her own seemed silly now, even to her infant mind. She would never be alone, she was sure of it. Dean had promised, and Dean never broke his promises.