A/N: Howdy ;)
I feel quite proud of myself this week haha Two chapters in a few days :) It would have been yesterday, but I'm lazy and didn't get it finished hehe
I promise I'm not going to babble on this chapter like I usually do haha I've had a few more ideas, so I'm thinking that there will be roughly another four chapter of this story, unless anybody has any other suggestions
Please R+R! I've discovered that I'm actually addicted to them, and like any addict, I need my fix! Pweeety pweeeease?
Anyway,
Peace!
xoloveJBox
Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet- Vietnamese proverb.
Dean: 22 years old
Sam: 18 years old
Lena: 12 years old
"Absolutely not Sam!"
"But Dad, I-"
"I told you know. End of."
"You're not listening to me!"
"No Sam, you're not listening to me! You're not going."
"Guys, come on."
"Shut up Dean. God dammit Dad! I'm eighteen years old. You can't tell me what I can and can't do."
"Like hell I can't! Sam, I..."
The walls rumbled with heated arguments, and Lena folded the pillow around her head in hopes of blocking them out. They were in one of the nicer motels, where the beds were in another, smaller room, but the walls were thin and every word resounded heavily in her ears. She'd been in the other room, watching TV, when it'd started. Dean and Lena had stayed at the motel room while Sam went with their dad to get dinner. Apparently, Sam wanted to talk to him about something anyway. When they got back, there was a sharp, tingly atmosphere, but Dean and Lena shrugged it off. With the amount of arguing John and Sam had been doing lately, it was almost like a permanent feature of their day-to-day lives.
But there was something different about this argument. It felt more intense, and once the eldest and youngest Winchester children picked up on it, it was almost impossible to ignore.
Sensing the calm before the storm, Dean let Lena eat her dinner and sent her to the bedroom. Seconds later, the motel room erupted.
"What the hell is going on?" Dean had to yell above Sam and John's heated tones.
"You're brother thinks he's going off to college." John spat. If Lena hadn't been so terrified that Sam would go, she might have noticed the irony in the fact that their farther was mad because Sam wanted to go to school.
"Dean, I got a full ride. To Stanford!" Sam explained to his big brother almost pleadingly.
The mixture of excitement and desperation in Sam's face made Dean need to turn away from his little brother. Sam's greatest weapon had always been his puppy dog eyes, and he'd turned them up full blast in an attempt to get Dean on his side. Dean saw the attack, and he couldn't decide whether or not it was working, or whether he wanted it to. Dean knew that going off to school, away from hunting, would make Sam the happiest kid on the planet. He was also painfully aware of the fact that if Sam was at college, there was no way for Dean to ensure that he was safe, no way for him to keep the four of them together and protected.
"You could have a full ride to freakin' Buckingham Palace, and the answer would still be no." John retorted sharply.
Sam scoffed bitterly "I think you're forgetting that I wasn't asking your permission, I'm telling you: I'm going."
"Like hell you are. I-"
"You can't stop me Dad-"
"Will you two just-"
Lena let out a frustrated huff and threw back the covers. She slid from the bed and stomped angrily to the door, yanking it open and stormed over to her brothers and her father, none of whom had noticed her.
"Shut up!" She screamed over their yells "Just shut up!"
John, Dean and Sam blinked over at her dazedly, silenced by Lena's sudden outburst.
"You're being ridiculous!" she told them seriously, folding her arms across her chest.
John turned to Sam irritably "Now see what you've done, you've upset your sister. Go back to bed, Elena."
"What I've done?!" Sam exclaimed defensively "You know what? Maybe I should take Elena with me!"
"That's not going to happen." John growled darkly.
"Why not?" Sam demanded "She's almost thirteen years old and she doesn't know what normal is. The closest thing to home she's ever had is the freakin' car! The only thing she knows is hunting, and she'd be a damn sight safer with me!"
John ignored Sam's comments and turned to Lena "Princess, go back to bed."
"But Dad..." Lena started, but she found she couldn't finish. But what? She didn't want Sam to leave without her, but she didn't want to be away from Dean and Dad either. She was torn between the three most important people in her life, and the conflict must have been etched deeply into her face, because Dean put his hand gently on her shoulder.
"Come on Le," he murmured gently "I'll come with you."
The choice was taken out of her hand, and Lena allowed her oldest brother to usher her back into the bedroom. Dean slipped out of his shoes and pulled the quilt over the two of them as they clambered onto the mattress. Lena jumped a little when Sam and John stated shouting again, but Dean moved closer and wrapped an arm around her protectively.
"What are we going to do Dean?" She whispered feebly.
"Don't worry about it Le." He replied just as dismally, though he tried his best to hide it. "No matter what happens, it'll be ok."
Lena doubted her brother's words, but they comforted her slightly all the same. John and Sam had gone back to full blown argument again, but Dean spoke gently into her ear, somehow managing to drown them out, and after a while, Lena fell asleep. Not soundly, but asleep none the less.
When she woke up in the morning, Lena was alone in the room. She looked over to the other bed, but there was no sign of either of her brothers. She rubbed her eyes wearily and got out of bed. Going into the other room revealed John, slumped over the table, snoring, with near empty bottle of whiskey next to him. Dean was sat on the couch, cleaning guns, looking stormy faced. Lena glanced fearfully over near the front door, where they had left their duffel bag, seeing her worst fears realised.
Sam's was gone. Tears welled in Lena's eyes. Her brother was gone, and suddenly, the room felt a lot emptier.