A/N: Hey guys!

I know it's been forever since I updated Hands and Feet, but I've just had so much going on with christmas and exams that I haven't had as much time to write as I'd like to! But, exams are over for a few months, so I'm slowly getting back on track haha.

I recently finished a little mini-fic thing about the time directly after Jess died between episodes 1 and 2, called 'He ain't Heavy, he's my brother'. If you haven't seen that, I'd appreciate it if you could check it out! :)

I have ideas for three more chapters of this story, but if anyone has anymore, I'd love to hear them! I promise to update a little quicker now, and I'll try to get another chapter of 'Things that go bump in the night' up before the end of the week!

As always, I LOVE reviews, so please please please let me know what you think!

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

Dean: 22 years old

Sam: 18 years old

Lena: 12 years old

The late afternoon August sun beat down mercilessly, bouncing off the dry, dusty dirt of singer's salvage yard.

Lena hit the ground with an 'oomph' as she once again found Dean on top of her, pinning her down, for about the millionth time that day.

"Do it again." John barked "Lena, you're not even trying anymore.'

"Yes I am." Lena growled with a scowl as Dean got to his feet and reached out a hand to pull her up too.

John scoffed "Yeah, right. You barely moved that time."

"Dad, come on," Sam argued from his place on the sidelines "It's hot, and we've been doing this for hours. She's probably tired."

"You think a Wendigo is going to care that she's tired? Or a vampire, or anything else?" John snapped at him "And since you're so eager to get involved, you take over for Dean."

Sam sighed heavily and looked like he was about to argue, but Dean shot him a glance that kept him from opening his mouth. It seemed to Dean that all Sam and Dad did lately was argue and bicker with one another. He'd tried appealing to his father about it, but John was as stubborn as he was gruff, and that was a lot. Dean knew how to pick his battles when it came down to his old man, so he'd dropped it, but that didn't mean the same applied to Sammy.

Sam saw the warning glance his brother shot him, and silently replied with a small nod. It was too hot to fight anyway.

With that situation averted, Dean turned back to Lena. She really did look beat; her hair was plastered to her face, she was covered in sweat, and she was hunched over with her hands on her knees, breathing hard. It wasn't the long hours that was wearing Lena down-stamina wasn't her problem-but Sam and Dean were both easily twice her size. She had to work twice as hard to even half their advantage, and it was taking its toll on her.

"Dad, are you sure we can't pick this up tomorrow?" Lena whined quietly, swiping a hand over her face to move her hair.

"You want to just give up, Elena Mary?" John asked sharply.

Lena grimaced at the use of her full name. Lena knew her Dad only did that when he was serious, and she could have sworn that he'd only given Lena her mother's name as a middle name to guilt trip her.

"No Sir," she replied quickly "But I-"

John cut her off with a bi tter laugh.

"You know what Lena? Forget it. You won't get it anyway."

"Yes I will." Lena answered indignantly, though the sudden accusation caught her off guard and made her sound like the child she was, but was never treated like.

John let out another cold, bitter chuckle, shook his head and turned away, starting to walk back towards Bobby's house.

A flash of red clouded Lena's vision, and she stood up straight. She took a deep breath and strode over to her starting position.

"Sam, let's go." She grumbled through gritted teeth.

Her brothers looked over to her in surprise, and John turned back too. Dean crossed over to her and muttered in her ear.

"Le, you don't have to do this."
"Don't I?" Lena questioned rhetorically, and they both knew the answer. Dean let out a sigh and returned to the edge, but Sam remained where he was still.

"Sam. Let's go." Lena replied repeated determinedly. Sam stepped forwards reluctantly, but only because he could see that glint in his sister's eye-the same as Dean and Dad sometimes got-that told him that Lena wasn't going to back down or change her mind.

Their training that day was sparring, and they were to use anything they could get their hands on to disarm and stop the other person. John said the point was because they might not always have a weapon at hand, and they needed to be able to improvise. Lena thought that it was just because it was another way for him to show who was boss.

John stood next to Dean, his arms folded across his chest, a small, smug grin plastered on his face. Sam was hesitant, but Lena was firmly set. If tensions weren't so high, the look on Lena's face might have been amusing to her brothers.

"Ready?" John boomed. Lena gave a curt nod, and Sam slowly mirrored her "3...2...1...Go."

Lena didn't even pause before swinging her fists, but Sam anticipated her move and blocked her endeavours. He grabbed her wrists to keep her still, though Lena fought with everything she had. Sam swung out his foot to knock Lena's legs from under her. She hit the ground hard, and she spotted her 'weapon' out the corner of her eye, and she scurried off on all fours towards it. Sam reached out for Lena's ankles, but she scrabbled for the long metal pole that had rolled under one of Bobby's scrap cars. She quickly used it to knock Sam's hand away and pushed herself to her feet. Lena used the pole to keep Sam at a distance, but close enough to use his own trick against him, kicking the back of his knees, sending him sprawling to the floor. The ends of the pole were blunt, and if she was up against anything other than her family, something less than human, it would have been pretty useless. However, in the practise situation, it was enough to pin Sam's arms to the floor, while Lena sat on him to keep him down. In all, the whole thing maybe lasted sixty seconds, but it felt like as many hours.

For a second, no one moved. Sam blinked up at her dazedly, and Dean had to consciously stop his jaw from dropping.

Eventually, Lena could feel the fatigue start to set in again, so she got up before she couldn't. Her expression was stormy as she strode over defiantly to John, dropped the pole on the ground at his feet and glared darkly at him for a moment.

"I told you I could do it." She spat bitterly before carrying on towards the house, a shower and her bed waiting gratefully for her.

A/N 2: I know John was a bit of an ass in this chapter, but I needed him to be to show how determined Lena can be, especially when presented with a challenge!