A/N: Hey guys :)

I know it's been a while again, but college is crazy at the moment, so I haven't had as much time to write as I'd like :(

Anyway, moving on...

I really don't like this chapter, but I needed something to fill the time space between my ideas, because I didn't want to have three years between chapters again, so yeah...I apologize in advance for the craptasticness of this :D

Let me know what you think! R+R :D

Love lots,

xoloveJBox

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

Dean: 20 years old

Sam: 16 years old

Lena: 10 years old

Dean looked down at his watch. Again. It was a Friday afternoon, so once the bell had gone, it didn't take long for everyone to leave the vicinity of the school.

Except Lena hadn't come out.

Dean shifted from foot to foot, while Sam wandered restlessly. They'd always been taught not to hang around, so Lena was usually one of the first to appear out of the doors. Less than thirty seconds passed. After last time, Dean and Sam were both conscious about leaving Lena alone, and they knew that she wouldn't walk back to the motel on her own, so she must have still been in school. They would have seen her come out, Dean was sure of it.

His watch made a whole circuit before Dean let out a heavy, shaky breath.

"Screw this," he muttered "Come on Sam."

He strode firmly down the pathway, Sam hurrying to keep up, and they crashed through the doors.

Dean went straight to Lena's classroom. Right from day one, he worked out exactly where it was, just as he did at every school. He peered through the glass in the door first, seeing Lena sitting at a desk on the front row, squinting up at the board and then down at her page, writing frantically. She jumped when Dean barged his way into the room, as did Lena's heavy-set, white-haired battleaxe of a teacher, who looked like she was constantly sucking a lemon. She started to screech at Sam and Dean, but Dean had long since lost his patience, so he and Sam simply scooped Lena's things into her bag pack and bustled her out of the room without so much as a glance at the hysteric teacher.

"You wanna tell me what all that was about Princess?" Dean barked, unintentionally harsh as Lena hurried to keep up with Dean's irritated stride.

"I didn't finish my work," Lena mumbled, her cheeks flushing a little with shame "But I told her!" she finished defensively.

"Told her what?" Dean asked, consciously softening his tone after seeing the guilty pink in Lena's face.

"That I couldn't see what she was writing." Lena explained as her brothers slowed their paces "It was too small, and a little blurry."

"Blurry?" Sam questioned, furrowing his brow, and Lena nodded.

"Dean," Sam started, turning to his brother "I think she needs an eye test."

Instead of going back to the motel room, they headed to the mall. They waited patiently in the optician's, though Lena fidgeted nervously, chatting to fill the tinny whir in the void.

"My teacher's going to be so mad tomorrow." She muttered anxiously.

"Yeah, well, Dad'll be back tonight. We won't even be here tomorrow." Dean answers as he flicked idly through one of the slightly outdated magazines. A receptionist called Lena's name, and she stood up gingerly.

"You want us to come with you?" Sam asked with a comforting smile.

"Psssht," Lena scoffed, feigning nonchalance. "No. I'm Elena Mary Winchester."

"And you're awesome." Dean finished with a grin. Lena took a deep breath and strode confidently into the examination room.

Lena tried really hard not to look upset when she walked out again. She'd hoped to not need glasses, but obviously, with Winchester luck, she hadn't been so fortunate. As Lena and Sam looked around at frames, Dean listened intently as the Doctor told him that the lenses Lena needed were fairly strong, but once Lena picked out some frames, they would be done in an hour. Lena slumped half-heartedly as they did some window shopping. Sam and Dean attempted to lighten the mood, but nothing really seemed to work. They decided to grab some dinner while they waited, and Lena flopped her head onto her hands.

"As if I wasn't weird enough already." She complained.

"Hey, I'm weird, and I got through school alright." Dean commented as she chomped on French fries. Lena glared at him from under her eyebrows.

"Dean, you hated school."

"That's not the point." Dean replied, not being able to think of a decent enough come back.

By the time they were done, it had been close to an hour, so they headed back. Her glasses were finished, so as the Doctor explained to Lena how to look after her them, Dean and Sam waited nearby. Looking around, Sam noticed a box on the counted, and a mischievous grin spread across his face when he saw the contents. He nudged Dean, and they searched through until they found the right items and paid for them, hiding them away until the right moment. Dean used one of his bogus credit cards to pay for the glasses. She went to push them into her pocket, but Dean quickly stopped her.

"Don't you want to put them on?" he asked.

"Not particularly." Lena replied dryly.

"Oh come on Le." Dean chimed "If you wear yours, me and Sam'll wear ours."

Lena scrunched up her nose "Yours?"

Dean and Sam grinned at each other and dipped their hands into the pockets, slipping their purchases onto their faces. Sam's newly bought glasses were oversized, pink, and love heart shaped, while Dean's fake glasses had a plastic nose and moustache attached. Lena giggled heartily, put on her own glasses and, walking around the mall just to prove a point, hers didn't seem so bad compared to her brothers'.