A/N: Hey guys!

I know I promised a few more chapters of various stories this week since I'm off college, but the reality of my break was hours each day spent on college work, so I haven't had as much time to write as I would have liked :( I'm hoping to make a start on the next, and final, chapter of Hands and Feet tonight, and I'm also planning on having another chapter of Things that go Bump in the Night up over the weekend too :)

I'm not really sure how I feel about this chapter to be honest :/ I read it once and think that it's ok, but then I read it again and think it's utter crap lol So pretty please let me know what you think!

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xoloveJBox

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

Dean: 25 years old

Sam: 21 years old

Lena: 15 years old

"Elena, if you don't get your scrawny little ass out here right now, we're going to leave without you." Taylor hollered warningly through the bathroom door. Lena rolled her eyes and finished tying up her hair.

"Go ahead," she retorted, making no effort to speed up "Have fun without me! I won't wait up!"
"Oh no, you're not getting away with it that easy." Taylor replied, throwing open the bathroom door, and shooting Lena a stern glance "Get a move on Winchester. I'm going to get the others, and you better be ready by the time I get back."
Lena stuck out her tongue and turned back to the mirror. She was being forced to go shopping, very much against her will. Lena detested shopping, especially clothes shopping, more than anything else in the world, but she'd promised to go with Taylor and their other friends as soon as their mid-terms were over, and she always did her best to keep her promises. She checked her mascara- she wasn't afraid to admit that Taylor had to teach her how to put on make-up, because she thought that only having older brothers and no mother was a good enough excuse not to know. When she was satisfied that none of it had smudged, she went into the other room and started putting her things on her bag. She started with her purse, a little fuller than usual, since she'd made a little extra money tutoring this kid called Jake, so she could afford to splurge a little. Next was her trusty iPod, not because she needed it, but because it had become a sort of routine to never leave without it. She threw in a lip balm too, just so that she could prove to Taylor that she did know how to be a normal teenage girl, even if she didn't like it sometimes. God, Lena thought to herself, that sounds so good; normal. Lastly, she grabbed up her phone from the bedside table, but before she could stuff that in her bag too, it started to ring and vibrate in her hand. She frowned down at the screen, and was pleasantly surprised to see Sam's name. She smiled and quickly answered.

"Hey Sammy," she said, beaming. It had been a while since she'd spoken to either of her brothers, so she was glad to hear from one of them.

"Hi Princess," Sam replied cheerfully. "How did your mid-terms go?"

"Seriously dude, this is the first time I speak to you in god knows how long, and you're asking me about mid-terms? You're the most boring person I know, you know that?" Lena asked incredulously as she sat back on her bed, waiting for Taylor to come back. Surely her friend wouldn't yell at her for talking to her brother? Yeah, she would. "How did you know I even had mid-terms?"

"Because I just had mine too," Sam laughed "What are you up to?"

"I am just about to be dragged, kicking and screaming, into town to spend hours looking at clothes that none of us have any intention of buying." Lena replied dejectedly.

"Sounds gruesome." Sam answered.

"Tell me about it." Lena huffed "What about you? What's going on in the land of normal-college-boy-Sammy?"

"Oh you know same old, same old." Sam told her breezily "Speaking of which, there's an open day here in a few weeks for prospective students."

"O...K... Where's this going Sam?" Lena queried, furrowing her brow slightly as she lay back on the mattress, listening to the springs creak.

"I was thinking you might want to check it out."

"Sam, I don't even know if I want to go to college yet, and I'm only fifteen. Don't you think it's a little early to be looking at colleges?"

"Well, you never know," Sam replied, feigning casualness "You might like it, and want to stay."

Lena groaned "Come on Sam, you can't dump stuff like that on me."

"I'm just saying, you might like California."

"And what about your girlfriend, huh? You really think she's going to want your annoying kid sister hanging around all the time?" Lena sighed, running a hand over her hair, pulling it through her ponytail.

"Are you kidding me? Jess would love you!" Sam exclaimed, and Lena could tell that he was really trying hard to convince her, as he had done multiple times over the past few months, to move to Stanford with him.

"I'm messy." Lena tried half-heartedly. It wasn't that she didn't want to live with Sam, she just didn't want to leave school. She was finally starting to enjoy it, and she didn't want to uproot herself and start again.

"No, Le, you're not. I lived with you for your whole life, remember? You're the most compulsively neat person I know."

"Dean wouldn't like it," Lena argued "You know how he gets in the heat."
"Dean?"

"Yeah," Lena replied, like it should have been obvious. "Come on Sam, we both already left him once to go to school. How would it look to him if we moved in together without him?"

Lena heard Sam sigh heavily "You're right." He answered stiffly.

"Sam,-" Lena started, but she didn't know how to finish. However, she didn't really need to. Sam knew that it wasn't about him, but while they were apart it was easy to rationalise staying out of the hunting world. It was too dangerous, to do alone, too vast and lonely and seemingly impossible. But if there were two of them...
Sam let out a sigh again, not really knowing what to say instead, trying not to show in his voice how utterly disappointed he was "I'll tell you what, why don't you think about it, and let me know in a few weeks? You don't have to decide right away anyway."
"Ok." Lena replied, though they both knew it would be the last thing either of them said about it for a while. Lena looked up when Taylor wandered back in, her hand on her hip, leaning on the door frame impatiently. "Listen Sammy, I've really got to go, or I have a feeling that my roommate's going to beat me."

"Alright," Sam said, pushing out a forced laugh. "I'll see you in a few weeks. Maybe."

"Maybe" Lena agreed. "I love you Sammy."

"I love you too Le."

"See you later." Lena finished and quickly hung up before she could change her mind and start packing. She sat up, ran a hand through her hair and again and pushed a smile onto her face, ready to try and be normal for another day.