A/N: Hey guys! I know it's a little late, but happy new year!

I was determined to post a chapter this weekend before I got back to college on Monday (:'( ) because I know it's more than likely going to be a few weeks before I can again since I've got exams (boooooo!) I only intended this to be a short little one, since it wasn't even one I'd originally planned on doing, but when I started, it ended up being a bit longer than anticipated lol

I realised the other day that I'd barely written anything about John at all (I know the story is about brother/sister moments, but come on, John's still preeety imprortant too lol) and the little bit that I had written, he was a bit of an ass (In the one where Lena was sick, I forget which one, and he pretty much walks straight past her when he gets back from his hunt). So I decided to make him nice for a little while. I've planned one more where John is in the chapter a little more, but he's going to be an ass in that one too (Probably the next one) :/

I'm hoping to update He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother tomorrow, so if you haven't read the first chapter of that yet, please check it out and let me know what you think! It's a little different, but hopefully not in a bad way!

Okie doke, enough out of me! Please R+R! Much appreciated!

Peace and love,

xoloveJBox

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

Dean: 21 years old

Sam: 17 years old

Lena: 11 years old

Lena heard the soles of her sneakers slap on the wet concrete as she ran. It was cold, and she wasn't wearing a jacket, but her fear kept her from noticing. The only movement Lena could register was her own-there was no one else around, but Lena couldn't help but find it bittersweet. Being alone meant that the vampire that was chasing her wasn't around, but it also meant that her father and brothers were nowhere to be seen either. Her head spun-she couldn't remember when she'd last seen her family, couldn't hear the last conversation they'd had, couldn't pinpoint what she'd been doing all day. Even when she thought hard-like, really racked her brains-she didn't even know how she'd got to be where she was, wherever that might be. All she knew was that there was a vengeful vampire on a rampage, somewhere close, and he was looking for her, so she'd better run.

It was night, or early morning, Lena couldn't be sure which. It was dark either way. The buildings around her were illuminated by overly bright security lights, casting eerie shadows all around her.

Lena kept sprinting, looking for a way out, any way out, to get back to Sam, or Dean or Dad, or anyone that wasn't a freakin' vampire.

Dead end. Walls surrounded her on three sides, and there was nowhere else to go. Lena knew she couldn't just turn around and go back the way she came. The vampire was somewhere back there. Now that she'd stopped moving, all she could hear was her heart thumping in her ears, and her own laboured breathing coming out in sharp, short huffs.

And then more breathing. Breathing that wasn't hers.

He started to laugh as he rounded the corner. A cold, demonic cackle that sent chills shooting down Lena's spine.

He looked just the same as he had done that day, months ago now, with Dean. The place was the same, what they were both wearing was the same, and if Lena had had a watch at hand, she would have guessed that the time was the same too.

The difference was that now Dean wasn't there to give her a purpose, to boost her courage, and most importantly, she didn't have anything to use as a weapon. Usually, Lena kept a blade in the waistline of her pants. It wouldn't have killed him, but it might have bought her some time. Where was the damn blade?
Lena backed against the wall, getting as far away as possible, and the vampire shot her a wide, menacing grin before baring his teeth and lunging towards her...

Lena shot up in her bed as she jolted awake. Her hair was plastered to her face with a cold, clammy sweat. She was panting as panic gripped at her, making her whole body tremble before realisation started to ebb into her head, and she felt herself calming down. Moonlight filtered in through the gap in the curtains in their room at Bobby's, casting a little light over the room. Springs creaked slightly as Dean shifted next to her, and Sam continued to sleep peacefully in the bed beside the one Dean and Lena were sharing.

After a few dragging seconds, Lena let it sink in that it had all been just a dream, that she was fine and safe and ok. She drew her knees up to her chest and just focused on getting air into her lungs, and she ran a hand over her face. Lena let out a long sigh and went to lie down again to settle back to sleep.

Then she heard a crash and a muffled cry from downstairs.

Real things she could deal with. Lena didn't even hesitate before reaching under the mattress and retrieving the cold metal crowbar that Dean always put there, no matter where they were. She slid from the bed, leaving her brothers asleep, and swiftly crossed the room, listening at the door. More movements downstairs. The door creaked slightly when she eased it open, but Sam and Dean barely stirred, so she carried on out to the landing. Bobby snored, but other than that, the house was completely still. All the same, Lena padded down the stairs, on bare, nimble feet, crowbar poised, until she had gotten about halfway down, and she could see into most of the downstairs of Bobby's home.

Lena didn't know exactly what she had been expecting to find, but it wasn't the familiar dark haired, stubble-faced hunter she saw.

"Dad?" She whispered, furrowing her brow. John spun around and looked at her, surprised etched into his features.

"Elena, what are you doing out of bed?" He shot back quietly, giving her a stern glance.

"I thought I heard something." Lena replied, realising that she was still holding up the crowbar, so she quickly lowered it.

"Oh, I hit my toe off the table leg." John admitted, slightly sheepishly, and if Lena hadn't known her father better, she would have said that his cheeks were colouring a little. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"

Lena shook her head, and John gave her a puzzled look.

"Then what were you doing awake young lady?"

Lena bit her bottom lip and decided to inspect her feet a little, rather than answering. She knew that it had been months since she'd killed that vampire. She knew that Sam and Dean didn't have nightmares the same night they killed something, never mind weeks afterwards. She doubted her father even batted an eyelid at it anymore.

John seemed to guess what his daughter's silence meant, and his expression softened a little.

"Come here Princess." He cooed gently, beaconing her over to the old couch in the living room. Lena obeyed and followed him over, leaving the crowbar at the bottom of the stairs, and sat down next to her father, sinking into his side as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

They sat for a few minutes in silence as John absent-mindedly rubbed his large, calloused hand along Lena's arm.

"You want to talk about it kiddo?" John finally asked. Lena quickly shook her head, and buried her face a little further into the familiar comfort of her father's shirt.

"I want to show you something." John suddenly blurted, getting up and going over to his duffel bag, still under the kitchen table since he hadn't been up to bed yet. Lena watched him curiously as he rummaged around to the bottom, and after a minute, she saw him pull his hand out. He had a small smile on his face, but Lena couldn't see what was in his hand, so she guessed it was small. He went back over to the couch and motioned for Lena to hold out her hand, which she did, and he dropped a silver bracelet into her palm. She let out an impressed breath and gently probed at the chain, revealing six delicate charms, including a Celtic knot, a pentagram and an Ankh.

"Dad," Lena whispered "this is so pretty."

"They're for protection." John explained "from different cultures. You'll be a bit safer with that on."

Lena's eyes widened "It's for me?"

"Well," John chuckled lightly "I don't think it would look so good on one your brothers now, would it?"

John felt his chest swell a little when Lena's eyes glittered with excitement, and he helped her put it on, though his large fingers struggled slightly with the tiny clasp. When it was on, Lena continued to inspect it lovingly, handling each little charm with such care, as if she thought they might break if she applied more than a whisper of pressure to them.

"I like this one," she announced after a few minutes, pointing out the Egyptian Eye of Ra. "it's my favourite."

It was your mother's too. John thought but didn't say. Looking at his daughter, John couldn't help but catch flashing glimpses of his wife. Lena's hair was darker, like her brothers', but she did look more like Mary than Sam and Dean did. They shared the same bright eyes, the same kind smile, and the same big heart and fierce passion. Especially when it came to the boys. Both Mary and Lena would have done anything for Sam and Dean, no matter what.

John knew that Mary would be mad as hell for bringing them up the way he had, in the hunter's life, but it had been the only thing John had known how to do since he'd lost Mary. And it was too late for all three of them now for John to take them away from it all. Before Lena had found out about it all, he'd still had a slight chance, but now, particularly after she'd already made her first kill, there was no going back. This was the life Sam and Lena had ever known, and Dean had been too young to remember more than snippets of his life before.

But John was determined that once the demon was gone, dead, he'd take all three of them away. Away from killing, away from hunting, and introduce them to something with some semblance of normality.

And when John Winchester decided he was going to do something, it was as good as done.

A/N 2: Btw, incase I didn't make it clear, through this crappy-ass piece of writing, the bracelet that John gives Lena is the one that Mary has in the episode where Dean goes back in time (I can't remember what season...). The one that makes Dean realise that Mary was a hunter. I tried to get that across without John actually saying it to Lena, but I don't know how well I did lol

Anyway, thanks so much for sticking with me this far!