"You know what to do if one of them tries to attack you?" Dean asked for the umpteenth time.
Brianna rolled her eyes, "I'm not stupid."
She stuffed you her gun into her purse as Dean continued to hover over her, "And you know the signal? Because if you don't show us the signal, you could be stuck in there."
She let out an exasperated sigh, "Dean. I know what to do. It's not my first hunt."
"But it IS your first hunt alone," he continued to argue.
"Not the entire thing, only the beginning."
"Yeah... but-"
"Dean," Sam cut him off, "Bri will be fine. She knows the drill. Besides, I'm pretty sure she is a better fighter than both of us."
As they were saying this, Brianna, or Bri to those who know her, started running around the bunker, looking for for her left shoe. "Find my shoe!" she commanded the boys as she ran over to the bathroom, trying to fix her makeup and hair.
"Which shoe?" Sam asked.
She stuck her right boot-clad leg outside the bathroom, balancing on her left foot. "This one," she said, meaning her black leather boots.
"I believe that I have found the boot," said a deep voice beside her. jumped to see Castiel holding up the boot.
"Thanks Cas," she said as she put the boot on with one hand, while holding her shoulder-length black hair in place with the other.
"You are welcome," he said as he stalked out of the bathroom.
She finished with her hair, and quickly put on your makeup. Then she ran out of the bathroom, grabbing her leather jacket on the way. She turned back, realizing she had left yourher purse, to see Dean holding it out for her. "Thanks Dean!" she said.
"What's the hurry?" he asked.
"Well I want to get there before the vamps to scope the place out."
"Smart."
"I know, SHOTGUN!" she called out, running for the front seat.
Sam gave Bri an annoyed look, but she just stuck her tongue out at him, acting like the annoying little sister she was. Almost.
(~~~Flashback~~~)
A couple of years ago her parents had been possessed by demons she had been fifteen at the time. She had been hiding in the hall closet from them, peeking out of the key hole in the ancient door knob as they searched for her, planning to do who knows what to her. She had known there was something wrong with them, and didn't trust them. Soon Dean and Sam burst in through the back door. Dean quickly had stuck Bri's dad with a blade, causing him to light up a strange orange color. She stepped back, trying to get the image out of her head and not scream. Unfortunately she got tangled in a coat, and fell forward. Her head made a thud. Sam had come to see what the noise as she heard Dean "take care" of her mother.
"Dean, did you hear that?" Sam had asked his brother.
"I was kinda busy."
"It was a thump," Sam said, "and it came from over here," he said approaching the closet.
She quickly jumped up and ran out the door, not paying attention to the two hunters behind her. The hunters weren't the only things she hadn't been watching, she had forgotten about the lamp her parents had shattered on the floor, and tripped over the shade cutting her hands on the shards in the process. She tried to get up, but Dean was on her in a second.
"What are you?" he asked, knife ready.
"H-human?" she told him not sure why he was asking.
"Don't play games with me," he growled, shoving her closer to the ground.
She grimaced as the lamp shards dug into her skin.
"Dean. I think she's being honest," Sam said.
"Yeah and what makes you think that?" Dean asked.
"Well first off, Demons don't cry, and secondly those demons had been looking for something. It was probably her, considering the fact that she was hiding." Sam said in her defense. Dean grumbled before helping her up.
"Why did you kill my parents?" she asked as she looked to see her parents lying motionless on the ground.
"Why don't you come with us and we can explain," Sam said.
"Not a chance in hell."
"Fair enough. I'll go get the first aid kit from the car," Sam said noticing her bleeding arms, "Dean here will explain the situation to you."
Sam was out the back door, and Dean started to explain what had happened with your parents. He had explained that they had already been dead in their bodies before Dean had stabbed them. Something the demons had done to them. Sam came back with the supplies. She began to clean her cuts herself, not allowing any of the brothers to help.
"What do I do now?" Bri asked them in a weak voice.
"Do you have any family?"Dean asked.
"My parents were only children and their parents are either dead or in a nursing home."
"Family friends?" Dean tried.
"Not really,"
"We could always bring-" Sam began, but Dean cut him off.
"No. That wouldn't be the best idea Sammy."
"And why not?"
'Because..." Dean started, "Fine."
"We have a place that is safe from demons if you want to come," Sam offered.
"And why would I go with you two?" she asked
"Trust us when we say we only did that to protect you and many other people," the taller brother said.
"There's no where else to go?" she asked meekly.
"Well, you might possibly be a suspect to your parents murder," Dean said.
"Fine. Can I get some stuff?"
"No cells, we'll get you a new one. Other than that, anything should be fine, just not too much," Sam said.
"You guys won't just leave me here will you?"
"Nah, Sammy here will help you pack," Dean said as he headed to the car.
Bri headed upstairs to pack a few changes of clothes, a book, a couple of her favorite pictures, her wallet, and all of her hygiene items. She changed into warmer clothes in the bathroom, listening to make sure Sam didn't leave you."
She pulled on her leather jacket her parents had bought her for her birthday, grabbed her bag and followed Sam to the '67 Chevy Impala in her driveway. Dean asked if you had everything, and drove off.
(~~~ End Flashback ~~~)
It had taken a long time to trust the brothers, but she finally came around. She now trusted the Winchesters better than she had anyone else in her life. They soon discovered her excellent fighting skills. Never before had she truly appreciated her mom's self-defense classes she made her take until she came across your first monster. She also learned to appreciate having to learn to shoot gun years before. The brothers took her on many hunting trips before, but this was her first one to take on by herself, even if only for the first half. She clutched her leather jacket, one of the few things she had that she had received from her parents. Dean pulled up to the bar, and she got out.
"You know the plan?" Dean asked before she could walk away.
"Dean, she knows the plan. She has her gun, knife, and fake ID. She'll be fine," Sam said as he waved her off to the bar.
She waved and took off to the bar.
