Bobby and John were still awake when Dean drove up.
Brianna had already fallen asleep, so Dean parked the car in the line of vehicles and got out, careful of her head as he pulled his thigh from underneath it.
"What happened?" Bobby asked, standing and walking to the edge of the porch.
"She's passed out." Dean explained.
Walking around the back of the car, he opened the passenger door. Taking a calf into each hand, he pulled her across the leather seat towards him.
She groaned, peeking open her eyes.
"You're home, Bri." Dean told her, hooking one arm underneath her legs.
She moaned, sitting up enough to wrap her arms around Dean's shoulders.
He wrapped his other arm underneath her back and stood up, kicking the door shut as he walked towards the house.
"What the hell is on her face?" Bobby barked, seeing the dark stains of blood down her lips and chin.
The pair of them had just reached the bottom step as a police car pulled into the yard. Parking half on the road, half on the yard.
The man from before, Evans, got out and walked up to the porch. "Bobby."
"Steve." Bobby nodded to him, John standing up as Dean got to the porch.
Dean stopped, turning to show Bobby his daughter's face while John flipped on the porch light.
"What the fuck?" Bobby growled out, tilting her face towards him.
Her face crinkled as her face was turned towards the light. "Stop."
The Deputy stopped at the bottom step. "Jacob English punched her."
Bobby's face contorted with anger. "He what?"
John turned to his son. "Where were you Dean?"
Dean "I laid him out after. Brianna was trying to keep us from fighting." He explained as Brianna rolled, sticking her face underneath his jacket.
"She was succeeding too until Jake hit her." Steve Evans explained.
"When I get my hands on that boy-" Bobby started.
"I just dropped him off to his parents, Bobby." Evans cut him off. "Woke up both parents and explained everything I saw. Jody stayed back and got stories from the kids. Jake got drunk and started saying shit."
"Brianna Jane." Bobby raised his voice, looking at her curled up in Dean's arms. "What happened?"
Dean felt her hot breath as she sighed against his chest.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding her weight as he took his arm from underneath her legs and let her stand on her own. She glanced at John before beginning, "Brittney told Jake about the Winchesters being here, except the didn't say Winchesters she told him about the Impala. Jake played like shit in the game and then got drunk at the bonfire. He started some drunk ramble about how I was a slut and a whore."
"Where would he get that?" Bobby growled.
She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked down at the ground. "He told everyone that I was havin sex with Dean, and had been for years."
John glared at his son. "Where would he get that?"
"Dean showed up to pick me up and Jake tried to start a fight. When the cops showed up, Jake tried to punch Dean while he wasn't looking. I slapped him, he punched me, Dean punched him."
"We showed up at that moment." Steve Evans confirmed.
Bobby looked from one teenager to the other. "Steve, thank you for checking up on us."
The Deputy nodded. "I'll see Mike in the morning for coffee. Explain to him what happened. It doesn't mean much now, but Jake's off the team, heard it from Derek Burns myself. Your little girl has more than enough friends."
"I'll take care of Brittney at practice." Brianna mumbled. "Fucking bitch."
The men let her statement drop, ignoring her threat.
John nodded to Bobby, "I'll get Brianna cleaned up." He opened the door and walked inside.
Brianna and Dean followed her.
"Dean, get some sleep. We'll talk about this in the morning." John ordered his son.
"Yes, sir." Dean glanced at Brianna before going into the living room.
John stopped at the bottom of the stairs, motioning for Brianna to go ahead of him.
She flipped on the lights in the upstairs bathroom, getting a first aid kit out of the cabinet.
"Why didn't you let Dean lay out this moron, Jake?" John asked as she sat on the edge of the bathtub.
"Because Dean is 19 and if he would have hit Jake first, he could have been arrested." She explained, tilting her face towards the light.
John nodded. "I am going to ask you this, then I'm going to ask my son. Did you have sex with my son?"
Brianna's bright, clear blue eyes looked up at John, her jaw clenching. "No, Sir."
"Would you, if he made a move?"
"Why does it matter?"
John sighed, wringing out a rag and starting to wipe the blood off of her face. "Your father is one of my best friends, Brianna. Both of my boys like you. You come from Hunters, you understand how hard it is to live this life and be a child. You and Dean won't do that to anyone else, do you understand?"
Brianna winced, taking her head away. "You're worried your son will get me pregnant?"
"I am worried that my son will love you the way I loved his mother."
"And that at some point, I'll get killed by a monster and it'll destroy him." She finished.
"Keep your mouth closed." He ordered softly, tilting her head with his chin and pouring peroxide over her lips.
She winced as the astringent burned over the two open splits in her lip.
John took a dry towel and pressed it against her face, absorbing the excess liquid.
Bobby walked up then. "She as banged up as she looks?"
She lifted the rag off of her face, turning to show her dad.
"That kid had better not show his face here again." Bobby seethed.
She shook her head. "He says anything to me ever again, he will look worse." She pressed against her lips, checking the swelling. "I'm not going to school this week."
"Because of a little blood?"
"Yes because of a little blood." She snapped back. "If you make me go, I'll just skip classes."
Bobby sighed. "Go to bed."
She got up and walked between the men on the way out.
"You know they've never slept together." Bobby told John as soon as her door shut.
"Yeah, I know." John sighed. "Not yet."
"You think you'll know?" Bobby asked, leading the way back downstairs. "When he does, or they do?"
"He has, some girl in some town where I left him alone."
"How did you know?"
"He had some new pride when I got back, like that made him a man." John shut the front door behind them. "How will you know?"
"Noboy in this town will get the chance, at least nobody she's met so far. She doesn't care about any of them or anything they do." The older man's face suddenly looked even older than it ever had. "I'm terrified it'll be some Hunter passing through, or some random kid who says all the right things to her."
"You can't keep her a virgin forever." John stated plainly. "You can't protect her from everything for ever."
Bobby took off his hat and rubbed his face with his hands. "I know. That's the hardest part of having a kid."