A/N: Hey guys!

I'm not gonna say too much today because I've got a boat load of essays to do for college :( This is kind of a short chapter, but I'm pretty happy with it tbh haha I only have ideas for two more chapters of this story left! Buuut I break up for a week tomorrow, so they should both be done pretty soon!

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

Dean: 24 years old

Sam: 20 years old

Lena: 14 years old

A low, full moon hung in the sky, casting a milky glow over the deserted walkways of the campus. Lena sat on her window-ledge, watching the trees sway slightly in the light breeze. She couldn't sleep, even though she knew she'd regret being up so late in the morning. From her seat, she could see onto the main street. They'd taken the gates down, and it renewed the campus with a sense of freedom that the high iron fences had kept out. She's been at school a while now, but the night times never got any easier. The days were ok; she could keep busy with classes and extra curriculum activities. She'd made friends, including Taylor and the three girls in the room next door, and things were never boring with them around. But it was the middle of the night, and they were all sleeping, so Lena was left alone with her thoughts. They weren't exactly comforting. She'd spoken to Dean on the phone during her lunch break. She's listened with genuine interest and longing while he told her about the latest case he was working on. They were going after a particularly nasty werewolf who'd claimed countless victims. He was quick, Dean had told her earnestly, with an almost childlike excitement. If they didn't get him tonight, he'd disappear into the woodwork and be gone gone for years. Dean had assured her that they'd get him, they'd be fine, but since then Lena couldn't get the worry out of her head. She'd made Dean promise to call her when they were done, no matter what time it was, and that was what she was waiting for.
A shiver passed up Lena's spine, and she wandered over to her bed to grab the pretty, thinner blanket that Taylor had given her for Christmas. She wrapped it around her shoulders and resumed her seat on the window-ledge, pulling her knees up to her chest. She checked her phone again. Nothing.

Lena picked up the paperback she was in the middle of reading. She wasn't interested in the words on the page, and she pretended to pay any attention to what they were saying, but they kept her mind from asking 'what if?' and conjuring up images that never ended in the way she wanted.
Lena lost track on how long she sat there waiting. She somehow managed to keep herself from falling asleep, though her eyelids drooped a few times.
She was in the middle of counting the stars she could see when her phone suddenly started buzzing next to her. Finally! She thought as she snatched it up.
"Dean! Are you alright? Did you get him? Is Dad ok? What happened? Are you ok?" Lena asked in a hurried, frantic whisper.
"Whoa whoa, Le, chill out." Dean chuckled lightly."We're fine. An yeah, we got him." Lena let out a tired, relieved sigh. She could hear the proud grin on her brother's face, and the low tones of Metallica filtered through the phone to her. "What are you doing up?"
Lena suddenly wanted to smack the stupid smile off his stupid face.
"I've been waiting for you to call!" She blurted, louder than she intended, and Taylor shifted slightly in her bed.
"It's a pretty good job I remembered then, huh?"
Lena scrubbed a hand over her face "If you hadn't remembered, you'd be seeing me in the morning because I'd busted out of school to see for myself that you're weren't dead."
Dean laughed again, and Lena started to feel silly for worrying so much. Of course they were fine. They were John and Dean Winchester for god's sake. It would take more than one measly wolf to take them down.
"Well, I've called now, so why don't you get into bed, huh?" Dean suggested softly, and Lena slid off the ledge.
"Ok" she mumbled sleepily as she shrugged off the blanket and with one hand flicked it back over her bed before clambering in.
"You in?" Dean asked patiently, as if he knew already that she was.
"Yep." Lena replied, stifling a yawn.
"Alright, goodnight Princess. I love you."
"I love you too. Goodnight De."
Lena heard Dean hang up, and she clicked her own phone shut, but she was asleep before she even had time to return it to the nightstand.