Brianna skipped school the next day, pulling the Camaro into the back yard and opening her toolbox.
Bobby and the Winchesters left around noon to go pick up things in town.
"You sure you're okay here?" Bobby asked.
"Yes." She responded, reaching for a different tool on the ground. "I called the shop and told Dave to charge your parts with my discount."
Bobby nodded, getting into the Impala and leaving.
The stereo was playing next to the toolbox, drowning out the sound of anything but a big block engine pulling into the yard.
An hour or so after Bobby and the guys left, footsteps came around the car. Peeking out from underneath, Brianna saw a pair of clean white sneakers.
"Fuck." She mumbled. Glancing at the roughly 7 feet away where her knife was in the toolbox, she attempted to pull her feet underneath the car before someone reached down and grabbed her by the ankles, dragging her out from underneath the car.
A boy about her age picked her up from the ground by her arms and slammed her into the hood of the Camaro.
She made a sound as she impacted the car.
She lifted her leg, kicking him in the knee.
He went down, still holding her arms and taking her with him.
Brianna was on top of Jake now, his arms on her elbows to constrict her movement.
She managed to get her knee on one of his arms, jerking her elbow away from his hand. She punched him in the jaw, getting in a few hits before he managed to swing his fist into her stomach.
Jake kicked off of the ground, rolling the pair of them over.
She got a leg up, driving her knee into his crotch as hard as she could.
He dropped to the ground next to her as she tried to get away, reaching for her toolbox.
Jake reached out and grabbed her leg, pulling her towards him
The toolbox tipped out as she was pulled back and she managed to get a hand on something.
Rolling over she kicked him in the chest, her boot leaving a dirt mark on his shirt.
She sat up, setting the knife from her toolbox against his throat.
Jake took his hands off of her, holding them up in surrender.
She wrapped her fingers around the knife handle, so tight her knuckles turned white. She cocked her hand and hit him with the handle of the knife.
Jake reached to stop her but he could hardly see through the pain in his cheek.
She hit him again, watching him fall sideways onto the ground.
Brianna tucked the knife into her belt in a swift, practiced motion. Grabbing the former football players shirt, she rolled him onto his back and straddled his chest.
Her black hair was caked with dirt and is stuck to her face as angry tears trailed down her face. She pressed Jake's head into the ground with a hand on his throat and started to punch him, repeatedly.
Suddenly there were other people around them. Hair in her face blocking out the denim and leather boots until they were right next to her.
A pair of strong, callus hands grabbed her wrists as an arm wrapped around her waist and picked her up off of the boy.
She was turned around and the hands on her wrist let go as she was thrown against her car.
"Brian! Brian!" She heard Dean's voice.