Jake dropped into the bus seat next to Brianna. "Sup, Brian?"
She kept her nose in her book, not acknowledging him.
"What do you have planned for the day?"
"I'm going to try and get that shit engine disconnected from the Camaro."
The bus driver glanced up at her in his mirror. Cursing wasn't allowed on the bus but Brianna got away with it.
Jake stared out of the window. "Want any help?"
"No. You'll fuck it all up."
The bus driver coughed, pulling up to someone's stop.
"You always say that." Jake defended.
"I still haven't found the screwdriver you threw into the lot last time you helped me."
"That isn't fair." He barked.
"It is very fucking fair. I need those tools and I cannot have you throwing everything out into the damn salvage."
"I bought you a new one."
"Doesn't make it any better that you lost that one. I couldn't finish that repair until you got me the new set."
They pulled up to her and Jake's stop now, and the pair of them got off with another few students who lived down the stretch of road.
"Are you going to get your dad's friends to help you with the car?" Jake asked.
"Does it matter?"
Jake shrugged.
"If you are going to be bitter and jealous until they leave, I'm going to stop hanging out with you." Brian stated as they came up to Jake's house.
"Until they leave?"
"No, Jake, forever."
She turned away from him and continued the walk to her house.
Brianna walked around her house, walking into the back door.
"How was school?" Dean asked, looking up from the tv.
She dropped her backpack onto a dining room chair and walked over. Sticking her hand in the bag of chips she shrugged. "It was whatever."
Sammy glanced back at her. "'whatever' is not a description."
She pulled her feet on the couch. "My friend is being a douche because he's jealous you two are in town."
"What does he have against us?" Sam asked.
"Why are you friends with some guy?" Dean asked.
"He has a crush on me and hates that you two get to stay at my house. He never gets to stay past dinner, even when Bobby lets him into the house."
"You probably shouldn't be dating a guy Bobby hates."
"Bobby thinks he is harmless. Just doesn't want him in the house with all of the hunter stuff." She looked for the remote. "Why are we watching this dribble? Can we watch something - anything else?"
Brianna walked home from school two days later and the Impala was no longer in front of her house.
Bobby stepped out on front of the porch to meet her.
"Hey, Bobby? Back so soon?"
"Killed the thing." Bobby answered, hugging her.
"John didn't even want to say 'hi'?"
"You mean Dean and Sam didn't want to say 'bye'?" Her father countered, smiling at her. "John got a call from a contact before we even drove home. He drove up, grabbed the boys and was gone in an hour."
She nodded. "Until next time then."
"Did you get the car worked on?" He asked as they walked into the house.
"No, we kind of vegged out and watched tv the whole time."
"I figured you'd ask Dean for help with that engine."
She shrugged. "I meant to, but the couch was really comfortable."
"Not as comfortable as your bed, though?"
She looked at him puzzled as she got an apple out of the fridge.
"There was a Dean-sized flannel upstairs on your floor."
She shrugged. "He stayed in my room. Nothing happened."
"I know nothing happened, Brian. You think that boy could look me in the eye if he screwed my daughter?"
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not having sex."
"I know that." He snapped sharply. "If you were, you could do worse than Dean Winchester."
"Is that your way of asking me not to sleep with Jake?"
"I can't stand Jake." He grabbed a beer out of the fridge. "You seem happier with Dean than you do with Jake. You spend half your time with Jake rolling your eyes."
"That's a synopsis of how stupid Jake really is."
"Just to be clear, you want to spend time with Jake instead of ... anyone else."
"Slim pickings, Dad."
"Not with your mom in California."
"California?" She scoffed, flipping through a car magazine. "Is that what she told you? Because her callback number was from Seattle. At least is was this month, before that it was some 786 number, librarian says its from Florida."
"She call while I was gone?"
"Dean picked it up, I told him that I wasn't home and he took down the number."
"You can't always avoid her."
"She can't call and pretend she didn't walk out on me. She damn sure can't just put me on a bus to wherever her new boyfriend is."