Brianna jumped across the room to pick up the phone before Bobby.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Brian." Dean's voice called across the phone, sounding relieved. "I guess you made it home safe."
"Yeah. I would have called you, except I never know where you are going to be. It's why I never call you."
"I know. We are in some hotel in ... Lincoln."
She smiled. "Tell, Sammy I said 'Hi'."
The doorbell rang downstairs.
Brianna got up, walking across the hallway into Bobby's room. Glancing into the window, she checked for cars.
"He says 'hi' back." Dean said. "What are you up to?"
"Do you remember who drives a rusty blue dodge car?"
"Sounds familiar. Why?"
"They are ringing my doorbell."
"You guys have a doorbell?" Dean asked.
"Yeah we do. Nobody uses it." She walked back to her own room. Pulling boots over her socks, she reached underneath her matress for a hunting knife as long as her forearm. "Dean, I'm gonna go check this out. Call back tonight?"
"You are just going to answer the door?" Dean sounded concerned.
"Yeah, get myself killed. Fuck you, Dean. I'm only hanging up so I can hold a shotgun."
"Dad just pulled up anyway. Be careful, I'll call again when I can."
"Bye, Dean." She tossed the phone reciever on the bed.
Quietly padding down the stairs, she got a shotgun from the bottom of the stairs.
The doorbell rang for the fourth time or so.
Before she could reach the door, someone else came out of the kitchen.
Turning, she leveled the shotgun at them.
They were also a hunter, based off of the leather jacket, heavy boots and overall worn look of the person.
The Hunter held up his hand in surrender. "Brianna." He mumbled, keeping his voice low.
The doorbell was pressed three or four times in quick succession. "BRIAN! I know you're in there open the damn door!"
"Fuck, Rufus." She snapped.
He glanced behind her at the door. "You gonna answer that?"
"I might shoot you first."
"Didn't your father teach you to lock the back door?"
"My daddy taught me to shoot instead." She barked.
Slinging the shotgun across her body she walked over to the front door just as the bell rang again.
"You press that doorbell again I will fucking shoot you, Jake." She shouted as she opened the door.
"It's about time you answered." He tried to walk into the house around her.
"Take a step into this house and I will shoot you." She barked.
He looked at her a smiled, like she as joking. Then he saw the sling and gun on her back. "Seriously?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to say hi. I wanted to see you. I'm sorry for what I said."
"Which time?"
He scoffed. "Are you going to be like this?"
"Get off my fucking porch, Jake. I don't want to hear whatever crappy excuse you wanna use."
"Look, Brian." He stopped her from shutting the door on him. "When school starts again, you need to be back with me. I'm a footballer, you are on the cheer team. What are they going to say if you are running around with some ... what, dork? Sophmore from Shop class?"
"Fuck you." She barked.
Rufus came into the foyer then. "Brianna, where did your Dad leave that ... drill ... he said I could borrow?"
Jake looked at Rufus, "I didn't realize you had company."
"There's always someone around here, Jake."
"I haven't seen that Dean guy here in a while."
"Because you haven't been here in a while." She turned, "Rufus, check under the stairs."
The man started to walk away.
"Hey, Rufus!" She called. "Was it the drill he picked up online, from ... Rome?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Rome?" He thought for a moment. "Yeah ... yeah! That one."
"It's in my room, I was cleaning it while I was on the phone. I'll get it here in a second."
The man nodded. "Then I'll grab a beer and wait for your Dad."
Bri turned back to Jake.
"What is in your room?"
"Some hand drill. Antique." She explained, lying.
"Who were you on the phone with for that long?" Jake asked, looking skeptical.
She scoffed, looking at him. "Dean. I was talking to Dean. He called to make sure I got home safe after my roadtrip."
"Roadtrip?"
"Yeah, I took the Camaro out to meet Dean, two states away."
"What the fuck, Brianna?" Jake tried to come in the door again, she blocked him. "I'm supposed to be your fucking boyfriend. You didn't even tell me that the car was running much less invite me on this test drive. Bobby just let you go on your own?"
"Yeah. Bobby knows I can take care of myself and you aren't my boyfriend. I do not need your permission to do things."
"So you just picked up on a whim and took a crappy fixer-upper two states away to see some leather wearing, high school dropout, boy band reject?"
Brianna looked at him for a moment, then laughed. "Yeah. I did. Stayed out there over night and got cozy in his room."
Before he could say anything else, she slammed the door in his face. Making sure to slide the chain and do up all three dead bolts.
"Well that sounded fun." Rufus called from the dining room.
"Yep." She snapped, running upstairs.
Coming back downstairs she handed Rufus a leather bag. "Here's that 'drill'."
The old man dropped the bag on the table, opening it and taking out a large knife. The knife had a bone handle and carvings on it. "Silver?"
"Yep. Polished it up and everything."
"Pretty sure the shape shifters don't care if it's shiny or not."
"You could use bullets."
"You have any available?"
"Yeah."
"Bobby didn't take them all?"
"Probably took all of his. I have some stashed." Rufus gave her a look. "Emergency."
"You expect an emergency to happen involving silver bullets?"
"Yes, I do. Shapeshifters showing up pretending to be Bobby, or some asshole like Jake."
"He's definitely not human. He could use a silver bullet, or a regular bullet, shit."
She shrugged, going to get a book off of a shelf.
It was a fiction book, colorful and out of place with Bobby's reference volumes.
Flipping it open, she dumped out a dozen silver bullets. She handed them to Rufus.
He handed the knife back, taking the bullets. "Don't let a shapeshifter close enough to need that. Bobby will kill me."
She nodded. "He won't be back for another few days. Werewolf in Paris, Texas I think."
Rufus nodded. "I can drive down and help him."
She shook her head. "He was meeting up with another group."
Rufus stuck the bullets in one of his coat pockets, standing up. "Was all of that true, the stuff you told that kid? Driving off to go find the Winchester boys?"
"That's not why I left. Jennifer was here." She sighed.
"Bobby's spent more than a couple of 12-packs bitching about Jennifer." Rufus tipped back his beer. "I owe you a favor for the silver. One of these days I'll swing by and it won't have anything to do with hunting."
"Of course you will, Rufus." She walked him to the back door.
Rufus stopped at the back door. "Be careful with whichever Winchester boy you left to go see. Those boys are all John has left, and he really won't appreciate you screwing with them. Neither will Bobby."
She rolled her eyes. "How many random bartenders have you hooked up with? How many female Hunters? Don't try to give me advice, Rufus. Not when my parents were two hunters on a bottle of whiskey."
"Don't open a bottle of whiskey with the Winchesters, Brianna." He walked off.
She shut the door behind him, going back upstairs to her room.