John handed his son cash. "I should be back in a few days." He handed over a set of hotel keys also. "Don't answer for anyone, I'll get you two enrolled in school before I leave in the morning."
"Yes, Sir." Dean nodded.
Sam was already asleep in bed.
"Why couldn't we just stay at Bobby's?" Sam snapped, dumping his backpack onto the hotel bed before dropping down besides it.
"Because Dad decided otherwise." Dean answered.
Sam groaned, laying down on the mattress.
"Do you have any homework?" Dean asked.
"Yeah some crack math I learned at the last school."
"Alright, get it done and we can go get something to eat." Dean put his hand on the door.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked, looking at Dean.
"I'm going make a quick phone call."
"To who? Brianna?"
Dean glanced at him. "Homework."
Sam smiled.
Dean walked to the payphone on the corner of the motel lot. Putting change into the machine, he dialed Bobby's home phone number.
"Hello?" Bobby's gruff voice answered.
"Hey, Bobby, it's Dean. Dean Winchester."
"I know which Dean you idjit." Bobby barked at him. "Something wrong?"
"No, no, I just ... was calling to talk to Brianna."
"She's at Jake's house. Study group or something."
"Oh, okay then."
"Want me to have her call you back?"
"No, no, I'll try again later."
"Alright, I'll let her know you called."
Dean nodded. "No, that's fine."
"Okay then, you take care boys."
"Thanks, Bobby."