"Starting 8th grade tomorrow." Bobby said, packing shopping bags into the car. "Is there anything else that you need?"
She shook her head. "Nope, I think we got everything."
"Am I taking you, or are you taking the bus?"
"I can take the bus." She said, buckling up.
"Okay." He pulled out of the parking lot.
Brianna slouched, taking a book off the dash and reading as he drove.
"Well, Damn." Bobby groaned.
She looked up from the book.
There was a shiny black Impala in Bobby's drive way.
"Winchesters?"
"Yeah." Bobby said, shutting off the car.
Brianna unbuckled, getting bags out of the car and going up onto the porch.
Bobby set the keys on the hood for her to get into the back.
As Brianna's sneaker stomped up the stairs, the door suddenly opened and John Winchester stood there. "Hello, Mr. Winchester." She greeted, ducking around him and dropping her bags in the living room. "Hey, Sammy." She said, seeing him on the couch with a book. "Dean."
"Brian." He greeted, his voice cracking.
"Boys, go help Brianna unload the car." John ordered, going into the house with Bobby.
"Yes, sir." They both responded.
Bri took the bags out of the car and set them on the ground where Dean and Sams started picking them up.
"What is all this stuff?" Sam asked.
"Stuff for school. We had to get the stuff on the list."
"List?" Dean asked.
"Schools put out a list and you go get everything on it to use throughout the school year." She explained. "That's how it works if you actually stick around longer than 2 or 3 weeks."
Dean made a face as she picked up the rest of the bags and shoved the car door shut.
Once they got into the house, they could hear Bobby and John working in the dining room.
"Come on, lets bring everything to my room." She said, climbing up the stairs.
"Why is this one so heavy?" Sam asked, dropping a brown bag on the bed. Fishing around inside, he pulled out a wrench set. "This is for school?"
"No, I lost a 1/4 last week and have been improvising with a metric. Don't tell Bobby."
"That you were using a metric on an american classic?" Dean asked.
"No, that I lost a 1/4 drive somewhere in the dashboard of a scrap truck."
"Why didn't you go back for it?" Sam asked.
"Because I'm not strong enough to pull off the dash by myself."
"Good thing we showed up." Dean smiled at her. His voice was cracking less than it had last time they visited. He was still significantly taller than Bri and he had definitely started to fill out in body mass.
She nodded.
"KIDS!" Bobby shouted.
All three of them scrambled out of the room and down to the living room.
"We have a job a couple of towns over." Bobby started. "Can we trust you three to stay here by yourselves?"
They all nodded.
"It'll only be for about a day or so." Bobby informed.
More nodding.
"Dean's in charge, he's the oldest." John barked and Bobby nodded along.
"Brianna, you know-"
"I can call or page you if anything happens. Sheriff lives a few houses down."
"And-"
"Don't pig out on pizza, mix it up. Get to school on time, come straight home."
Bobby nodded. "Good girl." He turned and went to the basement to pickout weapons. "Brianna!"
"Shotgun is behind the door!" She shouted back. "Extra salt in the garage and basement, the green hose is regular water, the black one goes to the tank full of holy water."
He came back up with a wooden crate and two crossbows. He held one out to the kids and Dean took it from him. He opened his mouth to say something else, and Brianna cut him off again.
"I have iron bullets in my revolver and silver bullets in my music box. Spare gun under the bathroom sink, another one under the kitchen sink and behind the VHS tapes in the living room. I've got another gun in the Camaro incase anything happens outside and a knife holstered to my leg."
Bobby nodded. "Boys, you hear all of that?"
"Yes, Sir." They both started.
"John are we taking your car or mine?" Bobby asked.
"Dean just got his license, he can drive the kids so we might as well take yours."
"I got the Camaro to start, we can use it." Brianna offered, her face lighting up as she glanced at Dean.
"It's not legal and you're not getting stranded in town, young lady. Keep the Impala."
She nodded. "Jake just got a puppy, can he come over?"
"Until we leave. No guests while we're gone."
She nodded again, going to the phone in the kitchen.
"That girl of yours is a handful, Bobby." John stated, watching her bounce into the other room.
The older man nodded. "Makes me glad I've only got the one to raise." He sounded nonchalant, but there was a sadness in his eyes that John recognized. A look of missing his wife. "Let's get on the road. Dean, you're in charge, she has her first day of 8th grade tomorrow."
"Yes, sir."
"Make sure she's in bed by 10 and on the bus by 9."
"Yes, Sir."
Within the next few hours, the kids all stayed out of the way while the men packed and got ready to leave.
Dean and Sam were sitting on the porch when a boy about Bri's height walked across the road holding a small dog.
"Who is that kid?" Dean asked out loud.
"How should I know, I got here when you did." Sam answered. "I think she called him Jake, since he's the one with the puppy."
Bobby came out onto the porch. "You boys stay out of the beer while we're gone."
"Bobby, who is that kid?"
"Jake. He lives up the block. Some punk kid, at least he was until last year when Brianna ... hit a growth spurt."
"Now?"
"He's a punk kid that's hanging around my daughter." Bobby snapped.
"You gonna scare him off before high school?" John asked.
"He hasn't been scared off yet, I'm not sure if there's anything left to do."
Dean watched the puppy run back and forth between the kids.
Brianna picked up the puppy, kissing it on its furry head.
" Let's just keep it a puppy she's kissing." John warned Bobby.
"Its not like there aren't a half dozen hunters standing in the sidelines to hide this kids body if he hurts her." Dean smirked as John walked out to Bobby's car with the last bag.
"More than that." Bobby said, watching the teenager watch his daughter. "Remember that, boy."
Dean looked up at the old man, "She's a kid, Bobby."
"She won't be a kid forever."
"She's like my annoying little cousin, Bobby."
Bobby nodded. "Brianna, we're leaving!"
She reluctantly handed the puppy back to Jake. "I got to go."
"I'll see you at school?"
"Yeah." She said, turning and going back to the porch.
She hugged Bobby.
"You behave yourself. Listen to Dean."
"Yes, sir." She mumbled.
"No candy for dinner."
She smiled. "I know."
"See you kids in a few days."
They all nodded and he walked out to the drivers side of his old beat up Chevy.
Brianna was the only one that waved as their dads drove off.