The bathroom door was shut behind Brianna and the boys heard the shower turn on.
"Call Bobby." Sam told his brother, keepig hie eyes on the television.
"What?" Dean asked him.
"Call Bobby. Tell him that Brianna is here and safe. If he calls around and Dad hears about this it is only a short jump to Dad figuring out that she came to find us. Dad will fly off the handle."
"All she did was drive until she found us."
"Because you call her every couple of days. You probably told herwhich city Dad left us in. You told her Dad was on a hunt, Dean. Dad can't find out about that."
Dean nodded. He glanced at the bathroom door before reaching for the phone.
He dialed the familiar number.
"What?!" Came the old man's voice.
"Bobby, its Dean."
There was a sigh, "Dean, Brianna isn't here."
"I know, Bobby. She's here with us in Nebraska."
"What? Since when?"
"She got here this afternoon. I promise she'll come home in the next few days." The shower shut off. "She told me what happened?"
The old man thought. "Jennifer is gone. Some crap about how if she ran away in the city she was going to be raped or trafficked. It was better for her to stay with me, in the country."
"Brian will be happy to hear that."
"Have her call me, if she wants to. Otherwise, call me when she leaves to come home."
"Of course. Bobby?" Dean asked. "Please don't tell my Dad that she was here."
"I haven't told him that the two of you talk every few days, have I?"
"No, sir." The bathroom door opened, steam escaping into the room. "Thanks, Bobby."
"Thank you, for keeping her safe, Dean."