A/N: Hey guys! It seems like forever since I've posted anything for this, huh?

I've been super busy with college lately, but I managed to find a little time to finish this chapter earlier on.

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

Dean: 26 years old

Sam: 22 years old

Lena: 16 years old

It was about ten o'clock on a Saturday morning when Dean pulled up just outside the grounds of the school. It was mid-November, and there was only one person willing to brave the bitter winds that blew to sit outside. Books were weighed down with pencil cases and cans of soda while she scribbled determinedly into a notebook. The breeze picked up her hair- a little darker than Dean remembered and longer too- and played with it, and Dean wondered why his little sister didn't just tie it back. From his spot he could see her clearly, but he doubted Lena could see him. It was a good thing; he didn't want Lena to know he was there. He needed time to think, to work out what he was going to do.

Dean knew that he should talk to Sam, but he knew that it wasn't his own choice that he hadn't spoken to his little brother for over two years. At least he knew more about what was going on in Lena's life, even if it was only a little. She had friends that she cared about. She was looking into going on vacation with them over the summer. She was acing all her biology work. As simple as those things seemed, they made a difference in Dean's head about what he was going to do.

Dean was momentarily distracted from his thoughts when he noticed Lena look up-not at him- and beam. A second later, a gangly, blond boy approached her. The boy sat down next to Lena, said something and, much to Dean's utter dismay, leaned over and kissed her. Dean felt his grip on the steering wheel tighten, and as Lena leaned closer into the kiss, he had to stop himself from getting out the car and storming over to remind them to come up for air.

Eventually they separated, but Dean still wished her could go over and tear the kid's lungs out for even going near his sister. He watched them chatting for a few minutes. At one point, Lena threw her head back and laughed so loudly, Dean could've sworn he'd heard her.

Lena and her friend scooted apart subtly when four other girls turned up too, and they all somehow managed to fit at the table.

Dean couldn't help but notice how normal and ordinary Lena looked. For everyone else, that may not be such a good thing, but as she talked and joked with her friends, Dean knew that for Lena, it was the best thing. It only made the choice he'd got even harder to make. He knew that if their Dad was there, he'd know what to do. But then again, he thought, if their Dad was there, they wouldn't have a problem.

He'd give it another week, Dean finally decided. He'd give it a week to see if John turned up, and if not, he'd go and see Sammy, maybe circle back for Le.

It was about time he started trying to pick up the pieces of his broken, scattered family.