"Why aren't you in Mech Shop?" Jake asked. "All you ever do is work on that car, but it's like you refuse to let anyone help or talk about it with you."

"Because it's MY baby. Not anyone else's."

A handheld phone on the table started to ring loudly.

Jake got it before she did. "Someone in a 405 area code is calling you." He turned it for her to see.

She yanked it out of his hand. "Hello?"

"Brian, Hey." Came the relieved deep voice across the phone.

"Hey." She sighed back, sitting down inside of the Camaro.

"How are things? How's school?"

She scoffed, "It's school. It's the same in whatever down you're in, Dean."

Jake walked around to the door and stood in front of her. "Dean?"

"My dad's inside, Mr. Winchester." She changed tone like the phone had been handed to an adult. "Yeah, I can take the phone inside to him. Give me just a moment." She stood up and walked around Jake, going into the house.

Bobby looked up from his book at her as she rushed past him and upstairs to her room.

"Dean?" She checked as she shut and locked the door, collapsing against it.

"Mr. Winchester?" He asked her.

"Jake is over, helping me with the car." The explained.

"Nobody helps you with that car, Brian. It's your baby. And you think Jake is an incompetent prick. You don't let him touch that car."

"Okay, he is wandering around behind me like a desperate pet and checking out my ass when I bend over for things."

Dean chuckled at that. "Is that why you pretended this phone call was from my dad to yours?"

"He made a face when he heard it was you." She explained. "You haven't been here in a year and he is still jealous."

"Does he have a reason to be?" Dean asked her.

She didn't answer, her eyes falling on the flannel shirt peeking out from under one of her pillows.

"I was just calling to ..." He hesitated and she heard what sounded like his head hitting metal. "Honestly, to hear your voice."

"Thank you. I like getting to her your voice too."

There was a hard knock on the door behind her. "Brianna, Jake is looking for you."

Dean chuckled, "He doesn't ever give up, does he?"

"He isn't so bad." She responded, standing and opening the door to see her dad. She pointed towards the stairs and shook her head.

The old man nodded, walking off down the stairs. "Jake, she sat in some grease and it changing clothes." He called down the stairs.

She shut the door back, going lay on the bed this time.

"Just because he 'isn't so bad', doesn't mean he's good to be around you, Brian. He always sounds like a prick."

"And you always sound like a jerk, Dean." She set her head down on the pillows. "Is your dad off hunting?"

"Isn't he always?" Was the answer. "He has been gone for three weeks now. Sammy is getting great grades."

"And you?"

"I'm doing me."

"Sam says you're going alot more than that." She countered.

"When did you talk to Sam?"

"He calls me sometimes. Not like you do, but every now and then."

"How do I call?"

"Once a week. Just to hear the sound of my voice." She sighed.

"I do not call once a week."

She smiled to herself, not arguing with him. "Any idea how long until you're back in South Dakota?"

"I have no idea. We go wherever Dad drags us. How's 8th grade?"

"I was in 8th grade last time you were here, Dean."

"So what Grade is it then?"

"I'm a year ahead of Sammy. I just finished 9th Grade, Dean."

"How are you going into 10th Grade if I just graduated 12th?"

"I spent my time studying instead of screwing cheerleaders, Dean."

"I guess you really do talk to Sammy."

There as another knock on her door. "Brian!" Jake called.

"Sammy's got school in the morning, some advanced class. I'll call again soon, okay Brianna?"

She nodded, even though he couldn't see. "Okay. I'll talk to you soon, Dean."

The phone beeped, signaling that he had hung up.

She set the phone on the reciever next to her bed. Bobby had run a phone up to her room for when she got phone calls, from Sam, Dean, or her mom.

"Brian!" Jake shouted.

She got off the bed, taking off her shorts to back up Bobby's lie. She opened the door in her shirt and pink panties. "What?"

"Who were you talking to?"

"What're you talking about?"

"You told that Winchester guy that you were going to let him talk to your dad. Bobby wasn't on the phone when I came in and you were."

"Mr Winchester asked what to get Bobby for his birthday." She lied. "I couldn't exactly tell him in front of Dad."

Jake's face hardened. "It would be really nice if you cared about me as much as you do this Dean guy."

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about."

He turned and walked downstairs. "Well when you do, call me. I'm so sick of you dropping me everytime this guy calls or shows up. He doens't even come to see you but apparently the Winchester matters more to you than I do." He called as he stormed out of the front door.

Bobby poked his head around the bottom of the stairs. "Are you okay?"

"Screw him." She snapped, going back into her room and slamming the door.

She flipped on the tv in her room, pulling off her sweaty t-shirt and pulling Dean's forgotten flannel over her as she laid down to watch some crappy tv show.