A/N: Hey guys!
I know it's been way too long, but I've been so busy with college at the moment, it's crazy! It's been a few weeks since I updated TTGBITN, so I really tried to get this up over the weekend, but obviously, it didn't work out that way haha.
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Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet- Vietnamese proverb.
Dean: 21 years old
Sam: 17 years old
Lena: 11 years old
The air inside the impala was tense and apprehensive. Lena looked out of the window and saw the clear black sky, twinkling with bright stars. It was almost like they were mocking her, being falsely optimistic when Lena was nothing more than scared.
They were supposed to be leaving. She'd subtly packed up her things at school, knowing that she wouldn't be returning the next day. Lena had been excited about going to Uncle Bobby's for a few days, but John had gotten a call from a hunting friend about a vampire, and since they were going to be on the road anyway, John had decided that they would take a little detour to sort out the problem.
Dean hadn't been happy, but he accepted the situation. Sam had been livid. Lena could tell before either of them even opened their mouths. John knew how his boys felt about the unexpected addition to their trip, and Dean had stayed quiet about it, but Sam clearly felt the need to voice his opinions. Very loudly. It had ended up with them all leaving an hour later than they had planned, and Sam and John barely speaking to each other for countless miles. Lena and Dean had tried to fill the empty void inside the car, but they both got the impression that their attempts were not appreciated, so they stopped after a while too.
They had driven for hours in a suffocating silence, and Lena was just glad that when they finally did arrive, Sam listened to his instructions without any argument. When the plan was established, Lena opened her door to get out, but she felt Dean's wrist clamp around her wrist stop her.
"Lena, you stay here." John barked. Lena opened her mouth to argue, but the dark glare she earned from her father, paired with the bad mood he was already in, kept Lena from speaking. She fiddled with her seatbelt while her father and brothers gathered weapons from the trunk, not wanting to see them disappear into the uncertainty of night-time with a vampire hanging around. She looked up when her door was opened, and her father leaned in, pressing a blade and a syringe of what Lena knew was dead man's blood into her hand.
"Lock the doors," He instructed "We'll be back soon."
Lena looked over to where Sam and Dean were waiting vigilantly, and she caught a wink from Dean and a small, reassuring smile from Sam, though neither made her feel any better.
Despite herself, Lena watched them go, and she saw them split up a little way down the path ahead of them, and in a blink, the three of them had disappeared into the night.
She tapped her fingers impatiently on the seat. She checked her watch.
10:27.
She fidgeted, ran her finger through her hair, tied and retied her shoe laces, and checked her watch again.
10:28.
She leaned over the front seat of the impala and started to dog around in the cassette box for some music to distract her, but none of it held the same appeal as it usually did, so she gave up and slumped back in her seat.
They'd left at ten. With the three of them after a lone vamp, Lena couldn't help but think that they should be back by now. She bit her lip anxiously and before she had time to dispute the thought, Lena opened the door and slid out of the car. It locked automatically behind her, and she harsh metallic click of the finality of her decision to find her family. A threatening, cold breeze blew over her, lifting her hair and freezing her skin, so she pulled her jacket a little tighter around herself and gripped tightly onto the knife her father had given her. It was hard to see where she was going in the dark, and she had to squint through her glasses to make sure she wasn't going to walk into anything. She wasn't sure whose path she was following, but she didn't really mind who she ran into, providing it wasn't the vampire.
As she rounded a corner, the area in front of her was illuminated with a single security light, but it was enough for her to make out crates of wood and other building materials.
Lena froze. She was sure she heard something. Lena strained her ears, and she was sure that she was hearing things, being paranoid, but then she caught it again. A faint, distressed groaning, and her blood ran cold when she recognised it as Dean.
She hurried towards the sound and crouched behind a crate, peering around it until she spotted her oldest brother lying on the ground, an angry, teeth-baring vampire pinning him down, getting closer and closer to the tender flesh of Dean's neck.
Lena pulled herself back. She knew she had to do something, but she didn't know what. She rapidly scanned the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sam or their Dad, but the only thing that caught her eye was Dean's machete, lying uselessly on the ground a little way from her.
Lena braced herself on the balls of her feet, took a deep, shaky breath and dove for the blade. She was silent and swift as she crept up behind the vampire. She knew what she had to do, and while she wasn't sure that she was strong enough to do the job completely, she at least had to get the man away from Dean.
Dean didn't even see her until she pulled the blade back and swung it as hard as she could. She involuntarily held her breath, but she let it out in a choke as she was sprayed with blood and the vampire's head rolled away, its body slumping on top of Dean. Overcome with fear, Lena rushed forwards, and didn't even think about the fact that she was pushing a body away.
"Dean, are you ok?" She breathed desperately, searching his body for injuries and seeing nothing more than cuts.
"Lena!?" Dean exclaimed "I thought Dad told you to stay in the car?!"
Lena was panting hard as she sat back on her rear and dropped the machete, leaving it to clatter on the asphalt underneath them. "You're welcome."
Lena shrank under her father's livid stares as they clambered back into the car. She stripped out of her bloodstained jacket, though there was nothing she could do about the crimson on her face, hands and in her hair. She wanted nothing more than to change and wash up, but they were close to Bobby's, and they couldn't exactly stop at a gas station with two of them covered in blood.
Lena knew she must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, they were parked in Singer's salvage yard, the sun was dragging itself into the sky, and Sam was gently nudging her awake.
She got out and followed Sam around to the trunk, where Dean and John were fishing out their bags.
"Boys, why don't you go on inside," John suggested firmly, leaving no room for argument "I'd like to talk to your sister."
Lena watched her brothers nod obediently and grab their things. When they were gone, John went to silently organising the weapons for a few agonisingly long moments before he spoke.
"You disobeyed a direct order today Elena."
By her father's tone, Lena knew that she was in trouble, though it was nowhere near as harsh as she had expected.
"Yes sir." She grumbled, looking down at her worn sneakers.
"I told you to stay in the car." John continued gruffly.
"Yes sir." Lena repeated, keeping her eyes low for a second before daring to lift them, and instead of seeing an angry face, her father seemed more conflicted than anything.
John let out a deep sigh "The thing is, if you'd have listened to me, your brother might be dead right now, or worse."
Lena didn't have to ask what her father meant by 'worse', though she personally didn't agree with the notion that a dead Dean was better than a vampire Dean. Lena's response was simply a sniff, because she wasn't sure what to say that wasn't going to land her in more trouble than she was already in.
"You know that I only give you orders to keep you safe, right?" John asked, and Lena nodded earnestly. "Because I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you, or your brothers."
"I know Dad." Lena assured him quietly.
"Alright," John answered, grabbing the remaining bags and tossing them over his shoulder and closed the trunk. He then wrapped an arm around Lena's shoulders and they walked towards Bobby's house. "You still have to clean the weapons for a week" John added, and Lena grinned. She knew that was a light sentence, and she didn't mind.
Bobby was waiting for them on the doorstep, and he smiled when he saw them.
"Hi Uncle Bobby." Lena greeted cheerfully as they approached.
"Mornin' sweet pea." Bobby replied, reaching out to pull Lena into a hug that was customary to their arrival each and every time.
"Don't touch me," Lena laughed, leaning away "I'm gross."
"Come here ya idgit." Bobby grumbled, pulling her close. Lena took in the familiarly comforting smell of whiskey and motor oil that followed Bobby everywhere he went."Go clean up with your brothers." He said when he finally released her "Breakfast is almost done."
Lena nodded and disappeared up the stairs. The bathroom door was slightly ajar when she walked up to it, so she simply went straight in.
"Hey Princess." Dean greeted, overly cheerfully, seeing the slightly contorted look on her face, as if she was having an internal debate with herself and losing. "Was Dad hard on you?"
"Nope." Lena replied casually, wetting a corner of a towel and working to clean the blood out of her hair.
"Then what's wrong Le?" Sam questioned, concern etched into his features.
Lena considered lying, telling them that she was fine, but she knew that her brothers would be able to tell, so she didn't bother.
"That vampire," She started gingerly "When he was human, do you think he had a family?"
"You can't think like that Elena," Dean groaned "You did what you had to do, end of story."
Lena gave a small nod but Dean could tell that she wasn't convinced. After the blood was gone from her hair, Lena pulled it up into a ponytail, and quickly wiped away the blood from her face. Finally, she went into the room that always served as her bedroom when they went to Bobby's and changed her clothes, leaving the stained ones on the floor until she could find the energy to pick them up. She heard Bobby yelling up the stairs that breakfast was ready, and Dean knocked on her door on the way past. The three of them walked down into the kitchen together, where Bobby was scooping piles of scrambled eggs and toast onto their plates. Sam and Dean dug right in, but Lena started off only nibbling the corner of some toast until Bobby boomed that she wasn't leaving the table until her plate was empty 'cause ya need some food in your gut madam.'
As they started, Dean kept a watchful eye on his sister. He saw the fake smile she had plastered on her face. He hoped that she was going to be ok, because honestly, he'd known that this day was inevitably going to come, but he'd hoped to prolong it for longer.
If he'd though it was going to change things with Lena knowing about 'the family business', now it was going to be cataclysmic, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.