A/N: Hey guys!

I know it's been a while again, but I've been super busy this week :) This one's kind of short, but for once, I think I actually like it haha It's pure Sam and Lena fluff, but so far I know I've seriously neglected Sam's involvement with Lena growing up, so I was determined to put it in :)

I forgot to put it on the last chapter, but the ideas for that one and this one were sweetkiwi604's! I'm not sure how many more of these there will be, since Lena's getting older, but if anyone's got any ideas for Lena between the ages of 9 and 12, I'd really appreciate them!

Please R+R!
Peace out

xoloveJBox

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

Dean: 19 years old

Sam: 15 years old

Lena: 9 years old

Sam edged a little closer to his sister's bed. He could just see the top of her head poking out from under her cocoon of blankets. As she was getting older, her hair was getting darker, and it was slowly going from the blonde ringlets that used to make their father melt at her every whim, to a colour much closer to her brothers'.

It was quiet in the motel room. Too quiet, considering Lena was there. It was honestly freaking him out. Dean and John had gone out on a hunt, but Sam had been forced to stay behind with Lena. Usually, it was hard to make his sister shut up, so Sam wasn't used to the fact that the only sounds coming from her were haggard snores.

Sick Lena was no fun. At all.

The command Dean had given him right before leaving still rang in Sam's ears 'Take care of Lena'. Sam had rolled his eyes because, seriously, despite what Dean seemed to think, he did know what he was doing.

Sam had to peel off layers of quilt to press a hand to Lena's forehead, noting that she still had a fever. Her face was pale, and covered in a sheen of clammy sweat, but she shivered profusely, as if he'd flung all the windows open in the middle of winter. Sam brushed her hair from her face, and Lena groggily pushed him away and turned over, mumbling incoherently and tangling herself up in bed sheets. Sam thought she'd gone back to sleep, but he heard her mumbling into the pillow.

"Where's Dad?" she asked, following it up with a feeble cough.

"He and Dean went out." Sam replied simply, because he knew he didn't have to elaborate for Lena to know what he was talking about.

"I'm sorry Sammy." She apologized almost inaudibly, and Sam perched himself on the edge of her bed.

"What are you sorry for Le?" he questioned, furrowing his brow slightly in confusion.

Lena sniffed weakly, turning over again to face him, blinking up with dazed eyes "I know you wanted to go with them."

Sam couldn't deny that he had been a little bit irritated that he couldn't go on the hunt, but he understood why he couldn't. It was just one of those things that no one could do anything about, and he'd soon get over it.

He shrugged "I'm sure they'll be other spirits."

"Well, that's comforting." Lena commented dryly, and Sam chuckled lightly.

"You hungry?" He asked, and Lena grimaced at the idea and shook her head. Sam looked around and saw Lena's old, battered copy of 'Around the world in eighty days' lying on the bedside table.

"Want me to read to you?" he suggested, leaning down and slipping off his boots. Lena seemed to think for a minute before giving a small nod. Sam kicked his shoes just under the edge of the bed and picked up the book.

"Alright, move over." He told her, pulling back the cover a little to get in next to her.

"What?" Lena queried, looking at him like he'd just suggested they scale the Empire State building "Sam no, you'll get sick too."

Sam simply raised his eyebrows "Do I look like I care?" He asked, nudging her with his knee "Come on, shove up."

Still looking taken aback, Lena shuffled over on the mattress, and just to prove a point, Sam pulled her closer and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Lena laid her head heavily on his chest, listening to the regular thumping of his heart beat. Sam opened the book and started to read, and after a few minutes of listening, sleep enveloped Lena, despite her attempts at fighting it off, and her eyelids drooped.

When Dean and John returned a few hours later, dirty and tired, they were greeted by the sight of Sam and Lena sleeping, with the book still clamped between Sam's fingers. When they saw that the two youngest seemed relatively at peace, John and Dean crept around quietly. John went into the bathroom to change, and Dean crossed straight over to his brother and sister. He pressed a grubby palm to Lena's face, relieved that it seemed cooler than it had done when he'd left. She no longer trembled, and she looked more rested than she had in days.

Dean slipped the book out of Sam's hand, returning it to its place on the table before pulling the covers further up over the two of them.

Dean smiled and whispered "Good job Sammy."