"Bobby?" Teenage Dean Winchester asked from the window.
"Yeah?"
"Who is the Camaro girl in your backyard?" Dean finally looked from the glass panes over at the old hunter.
"Camaro girl?" The younger Winchester brother walked over, looking out the window with him. "Ahhh."
John Winchester came down from Bobby's second floor carrying weapons of different shapes and sizes. "What are you boys looking at?" He walked over to the window. "A bit young for you, eh, Bobby?"
"It is a long story." Bobby grumbled. "She'll be staying here for the summer."
"It's March." Sam pointed out.
"Yeah, I know." Bobby looked at John. "Why don't you boys go introduce yourselves."
Dean and Sam nodded, walking out the back door.
John looked at Bobby. "What's the real story?"
"You heard of Jennifer Reynolds?" Bobby walked over to the window, watching the kids.
John thought for a moment. "She was a hunter a while back, right? I've heard of her in passing but since then she's retired."
The older man nodded. "We worked together before she retired." He pointed at the window as Sam and the girl smiled at each other. "She had Bri and retired."
"And they just gave you a child?"
"She is my daughter." Bobby sighed. "Retirement is never good to hunters."
John ignored his rambling about retirement. "Make sure she doesn't distract the boys from their homework."
"She does have homework of her own." Bobby watched the younger man pack his bags. "You leaving tonight, John?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Wendigo killed someone else this morning."
The girl looked up as someone kicked a disgarded rear-view mirror.
Dean looked down at Sam who had turned red.
She set down the cresent wrench and crossed her arms.
"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my little brother Sammie." Dean introduced, holding out his hand.
Sam held out his own smaller hand.
She looked between the two, finally releasing her arms and shaking Sam's hand first. "Brianna Reynolds."
"So ... Bobby says you are staying until the summer." Sam started.
She nodded. "Yep, but he said I could fix up whatever I wanted. I think he just wanted me out of his hair."
"He has hair under that hat?" Dean chuckled.
She smirked up at him. "I think it all falls out to make room for his brain. How else could he be a Hunter's Almanac?"
Sam laughed at that.
Dean looked at her. "What is an almanac?"
"It's a small book with all of the answers." She noted.
"So an encyclopedia?"
"Encyclopedia were used by farmers to plan their crop and year." Sam explained.
"So a Hunter's Almanac would dictate if you took swords or silver." She added.
Dean just nodded.
"How old are you, Brianna?" Sam asks, casual kid conversation.
"Bobby said Sam would be a year younger than me," She remembered, "and Dean is like 3 yeras older."
"Okay." Sam said, feeling a little defeated for still being the youngest.
The three kids turned as they heard an engine turn over in the front yard.
"Sounds like Dad's leaving." Dean mentioned.
"Let's go try to say goodbye before he leaves." Sam added, running back to the house.
Dean followed at a reasonable slower pace.
Brianna picked up a different wrench and leaned under the hood.