A/N: Hey all :D
I think this is probably the longest I've gone between chapters on this story haha. Sorry about that, but I've been majorly busy at college this week (and I've officially applied for university YAY! I found out afterwards that there is a University of Winchester over here! I really wanted to apply hehe) but yeah, I'm going to try and make up for it by getting another chapter written and posted over the weekend (hopefully haha) I kind of planned for this to be together with what will now be the next chapter, but this felt ok on its own :) As always, I haven't read it through very thoroughly, or I'd decide that I hate it, so I'm not guarenteeing that there are no mistakes. Feel free to point them out if you spot any. There probably is to be honest haha, It's almost one in the morning here right now, but I managed to go and see one of my new favourite bands tonight, and I'm still totally buzzing! (They're called Lawson, if anyone's interested haha)
Ok, I'm going to shut up now haha
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xoloveJBox
Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet- Vietnamese proverb.
Dean: 17 years old
Sam: 13 years old
Lena: 7 years old.
Lena couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned, tangling herself up in bed sheets, knocking against Sam's long, outstretched limbs. No matter how hard she tried to squeeze her eyes closed, sleep refused to come willingly. She sighed and turned over. Again.
"Dean," she whispered "Are you awake?"
Lena listened for a second and heard the shift of springs in the other mattress.
"Yeah," Dean replied quietly, "What's up Princess?"
Lena wasn't sure that she had said anything to make Dean believe anything was 'up'. But, of course, there was, and Lena knew that she couldn't hide anything from Dean. She'd never been able to do that.
Lena couldn't stop herself from mentally replaying a conversation she'd had that afternoon in school.
"Dean," she started, a little tentatively "Why don't we have a house?"
Even in the dark, Lena could see the confused look on her brother's face when he answered "Because of Dad's job. He travels a lot, so we go with him and stay in motels."
The explanation did nothing to settle the thoughts swirling in Lena's head, so she carried on.
"Why don't we have a mom?"
"Come on Le," Dean sighed heavily "You know why."
Lena felt Sam's elbow digging into her back, and she squirmed uneasily as Dean pushed himself into a sitting position and scrutinised his sister's shadowy form.
"What's this about Elena?" he questioned softly, sensing that something was playing through her mind.
"Billy Collins told me I was a freak today because we don't have a mom and we don't have a house." Lena grumbled, fiddling around with the bed sheets.
"Well, did you tell him how cool it is that you were made in a test tube?" Dean asked. Lena had always been smart for her age, so, shortly after she'd started school, when she'd asked where babies came from, Dean told her that usually, they came from their mother's bellies. But he also told her that she was special. That she'd been made differently, and that made her perfect, because everything about her was chosen specifically to make her the person she was. Normally, Lena thought that this was pretty cool, but Dean could tell from Lena's voice that she doubted that idea now.
"He said that made me an alien." Lena shot up in bed and blinked, wide-eyed, at him "Am I an alien De?"
If it wasn't for the serious way Lena spoke, Dean would have laughed "No, you're not." He assured her firmly "And this Billy Collins kid is an idiot. You shouldn't listen to a word boys say Elena."
Lena sat silently for a minute, letting Dean's words sink in before furrowing her brow slightly.
"But Dean," She argued "You're a boy, and you said I should always listen to you."
Dean had to wonder how many times Lena was going to outsmart him before he managed to get one over on her.
"I know," he retorted "But you're my favourite girl, so that means I don't say stupid things to you."
Lena still didn't seem convinced, and Dean let out a slightly exasperated breath.
"Listen to me," he commanded gently, and waited for his sister's eyes to glitter towards him through the dark "As long as I've got you, you've got me, and we've both got Sam; we're ok. Who cares if we don't have a house?" he shrugged. Dean almost asked 'who cares if we don't have a mom?' but didn't because, frankly, he cared. But that didn't exactly fit in with his midnight motivational speech, so he left it out. "I'd like to bet that Billy Collins hasn't been to all the places you've been to. I'm sure he hasn't seen all the cool things that you have. And," Dean finished with a mischievous grin "I bet he doesn't have two seriously cool older brothers."
Dean saw a small smile play over his sister's face as she lay back down. She didn't say anything, so Dean continued.
"You're not a freak, but even if you were, I like you just the way you are. And since I'm the only guy you need to worry about liking you, I think you're good."
Lena yawned "You promise?"
Dean smiled "I promise." He confirmed "Now go to sleep."
He watched as Lena nudged Sam to make herself a little more room, as she snuggled down into her pillow.
"Just for the record," she muttered sleepily, eyes half closed "I kind of like you too."
Dean chuckled with a smirk "Goodnight Lena."
"Goodnight Dean."
Apparently more at ease, Dean only had to wait a minute or two for Lena's soft, even breathing to filter across the room to him, and he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.