"What do you want to eat?" Dean asked, muting the TV.
Sammy glanced up from the television show. "Pizza?"
"Where's Bri?"
"She was still outside last time I saw her."
The boy kicked his legs off of the couch, walking out the back door.
He made it all the way over to the Camaro. "Brianna?"
She didn't answer him.
"Brianna?" He called louder, making a lap around the car.
Her legs weren't sticking out from underneath the car, he leaned down and made sure she wasn't hiding.
Turning, he saw a bench seat under the cover of an old shop. There were sneakers sticking off the edge.
He walked over, "Brianna?" Once he got there, he saw her laying there asleep. There was a car manual over her chest and an arm over her face.
The older boy chuckled. He walked around, tapping her leg with his hands. "Brianna."
She groaned, "What do you want?"
"It's Dean. What do you want for dinner."
She stretched on the bench seat. "Whatever."
"Sammy suggested pizza."
"MMhmm. That's fine." She curled into the seat.
"Come on, sleepy head." Dean leaned over, taking the book off of the seat and tossing it onto the floor of the garage. He was 3 years older than her, in the last few hears it had started to show. His 16 to her 13, he was taller and bigger than her.
Slipping his arms underneath her, he picked her up and adjusted her weight into her arms before standing.
Sam met him at the door, opening it for the two of them "Pizza okay?"
"Yeah, Pizza is fine."
Brianna moaned in answer.
"Just bring her to the couch, Dean. She'll probably wake up once the pizza gets here."
Dean did as his little brother suggested.
He went to the fridge, finding the number for the local pizza parlour. Dialing, he ordered a large meat lovers pizza for the three of them.
"Where do you want it delivered?"
"The Singer scrap yard."
"Alrighty then. We'll be out in about a half hour."
"Thanks."
"Bri, Brianna."
Opening her eyes, she saw Sam looking down at her.
"Pizza is here."
She brought her hands up to rub her eyes. "What time is it?"
"Almost 7."
She nodded. "Did you say pizza?"
"You said pizza was fine." Dean informed, walking into the room with the box in one hand and a piece in the other.
"It is." She countered, sitting up.
The kids turned on a movie after pizza. Dean had picked, which meant Sam and Brianna spent more than half the movie ducking under the blanket.
Dean glanced at the time on a clock under the tv. "Shit, Bri you gotta go to bed. You've got school tomorrow."
"After that movie?" She snapped. "I'm staying right here."
"No, you're not. Upstairs, now."
"Yeah, so that some mass murdered can break in and stab me under the covers."
"In this house?" Dean asked. "You've got a weapon every five feet."
"I can't get to them if I'm asleep."
"Yeah he gets to murder me first!" Sam shouted.
"You both know how to shoot, I don't understand why you're letting this scare you."
"I can just sleep down here and skip school tomorrow."
"Bobby won't go for that."
She sighed, tossing the blanket ontop of Sam. "Fine. Then I'm going shower and go to bed."
By the time Brianna came out of the shower, Dean had gotten comfortable in her bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Sammy is watching some crapy movie and getting past the horror of my movie."
"Are you here to help me gat past the horrors?"
"You didn't sound capable of sleeping by yourself without nightmares."
"So you're going to sleep in my bed with me?"
"Why not?"
"Because both of our dads will murder us if they come home to that."
"You're like 12, there's nothing funny going on." Dean snapped.
"I'm 13, and based off of the girls in my class, age does not factor into when a girl can loose her virginity."
Dean flinched. "I wasn ot prepared to hear that word from you." He looked back down at the game in his hands. "And what 13 year olds are having sex?"
"Boys, none. Some older guys are messing around with the cheerleaders, pre-high school."
Dean set his eyes on her as she slipped out of her pyjama pants and pulled back the covers. "Not you though, right?"
"No." She snapped. "Guys are morons."
"Is that what Bobby says?"
"Nope," She moved around and got comfortable in her bed. "But it isn't too hard to figure out on my own."
"So me and Sammy are morons?" Dean asked, watching her close her eyes.
"You aren't exceptions to the rule or anything, but you are morons less of the time than the guys at school."
Dean slid down so that his head was beside hers on the pillow.
"Of course, I also only see you every few months." Her voice was sleepy now.
"It would be nice to come and stay with Bobby more often." Dean mumbled, looking over to see her asleep.