Dean got off of the couch, going to the backdoor as the phone rang on the wall. "BOBBY, PHONE!" He shouted into the yard.
"Answer it then!" The old man shouted back, handing John a wrench as they leaned under the hood of the Hunter's pickup.
Dean picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"It's Ryan," The man started, "I'm putting Brian on."
"Dad?" Her voice came across the line.
"No, it's Dean."
"Where's Bobby?" Her voice sounded low, a little raspy.
"Brianna-"
"Where is my Dad?" Her voice cracked as she spoke a little louder, then there was a sniffle.
"Bri, what is going on?"
"I want to come home. I'm not staying and here." He could hear her blow her nose while two male voices tried to calm her down as quietly as possible.
"Bri-Brian why are you crying?" Dean asked, glancing to make sure he didn't wake Sammy who was asleep on the couch.
"Can you please just tell Bobby to come get me?"
"Yeah, just - what happened?"
"Jake is being an asshole and telling people things that aren't true."
Dean cursed under his breath, anger building as he ran through the things Jake could have done wrong. "Yeah, I'll go tell Bobby." He slammed the reciever down, walking into the yard. "Bobby! Brian just called, she needs to be picked up from Derek's house. Do you mind if I go?"
Both of the Dads looked at him.
"What happened?" Bobby asked.
"She's not feeling well." Dean lied.
Bobby nodded.
"In the Impala?" John asked his son.
Dean hesitated.
Bobby came to his rescue. "Take the Camaro. None of the cops will pull that car over. Might help you get in and out of that party easier. The sheriff should be breaking it up by 3 or 4 am."
John nodded behind Bobby, going back to the truck.
Bobby pulled his arms out of the engine bay. "Go straight down this road, cut all the way through town. Look for the 'Burns' mailbox, small farm place with a ton of cars and a bonfire."
Dean went back into the house and took the Camaro keys off of the hook.
Bobby was at the driver's side when he walked back out. "You got something to tell me about this rescue mission?"
Dean clenched his jaw. "No, Sir."
Bobby nodded, moving out of his way and letting Dean take off.
"What the hell was that?" John asked his friend.
"Jake's been jealous of your boys since they first crossed paths. The pair of them need to bury that hatchet and stop hurting my little girl."
"You let Dean go beat the hell out of a high school kid?" John barked, standing up straight.
"You let that boy hunt, but you don't want him beating up some punk?" Bobby countered. "It's a football player, not a rougarou."
John didn't look happy with the answer but he relaxed a little. "Brian's going to murder him for taking her car."
"I think he can handle her."