"Can I take the Camaro to school this year?" Brianna asked as they both sat down to dinner.
"Why?"
"I have work before school and cheer practice afterwards, I can't take the bus."
"Is it reliable? You won't be calling me after school to tell me that the car died and you're at the school alone?"
"Promise. I'll walk home if it dies."
"No you will not." Bobby snapped. "You and I both know the kinds of things that go bump in the night. You can't drive home in the car, you call me."
"What if you are out of town?"
He looked up from his plate at her. "I have to trust you at some point, Brianna. You aren't an idjit and I raised you not to get eaten by some monster."
"Does that mean I can start leaving weapons in it?"
He dropped both of his fists to the table rather loudly. "There had better be weapons in it now, Brianna."
She smiled. "There are, I just wanted permission."
"Rufus told me about the stash of silver bullets. Was that all of them?"
"It was. I made more before you came home."
"Where did you get the silver?"
"I had cash, I drove to a pawn shop a few towns over and bought some jewelry to melt down." She got up and walked to the fridge. "Melted it into the casings before you got home. I put more in that toolbox of yours. The one you keep weapons in so that the neighbors think you are doing some repair job."
He nodded. "Like the one you keep in the passenger floorboard of the Camaro, so you can just repair things on a whim? Jake's too stupid to look but I think a smarter man will realize you have a gun next to your cresent wrenches."
"I've seen enough critters in the yard to justify it."
"Possums aren't the same as vampires."
"Haven't ever seen a vampire in the yard, but I keep a long knife and a machete in the trunk just in case." She handed him a beer and sat down with her glass.
"Winchesters are passing through, John got a tip off about yellow-eyes in Washington State. Turns out to be a bust."
Brianna nodded. "Sounds great."
"It'll be the first time the boys come into town without Jake being here to piss you off. "
She nodds. "Sounds great. Any idea when they'll be there?"
"Next couple of days. Apparently John got a new truck and the boys have the Impala."
"I'll go grocery shopping after this, pick up something to cook when they get here."
"You don't have to do that." Bobby said.
"No, but I can. Besides, if John didn't find the Yellow-Eyes in Washington, he's going to be pissed. Probably just drink with you the whole time."
Bobby nodded. "Probably."
"That Camaro needs a few tune ups, I'm sure you could get the boys to help."
"It's my car." She argued.
"Isn't there a big game to cheer at this weekend?" He asked.
"Yeah. Home game, some kid - Derek Burns - is hosting a party at his house afterwards. Well, if they win at least."
"Are you going to this party?"
Almost on que, the phone started ringing.
Bobby picked it up and held it out for Brianna.
"Singer Residence." She greeted politely. She waited a moment. "Yes, Mr. Winchester. Here, Dad." She handed the phone to Bobby.