Bobby was asleep in a chair on the front porch when Brianna pulled up.
She parked, grabbing her bag out of the backseat. Walking onto the porch, she kicked his boot.
He jumped up, "You're home." He breathed, wrapping her in a crushing hug. "Don't ever do that again, Brinna."
"Did Mom really give up this time?"
"For now." Bobby sighed, letting her go. "You look exhausted. Go upstairs, get some sleep."
"Mom interrupted my remodel." She complained. "Guess I can find something to use as a blanket."
Bobby looked at her jacket, at the flannel that fell halfway down her thigh and was bunched up in the front where it was too large under the small jacket. "Next time, leave a note. Or something. If you're running off to see the Winchesters, you could have said."
She nodded. "I just couldn't leave with Mom. I couldn't live with her."
"You did once upon a time."
"With Henry, Billy, James, Jimmy, Jim - all different people-Greg." She rattled off. "The various people coming through this place are all Hunters, they don't care more about me than they have to and they don't pretend to be my parents."
Bobby nodded. "You're 16, you can tell a judge where you want to live. Two years, you don't have to worry about her ever again."
"Find a judge, someone to let me choose and take me from Jennifer forever." She said. "And change my name. I don't want Hunters calling me 'Jennifer Reynolds' daughter' for the rest of my life. I'm a better Hunter than that, I wanna be 'Bobby Singer's Daughter'."
The old man nodded.