A.N. I do not own So Weird or Supernatural.
Bobby watched the girl he'd let come to his house tinkering under the hood of a car. She was a tiny thing. Barely looked old enough to be doing what she was. "You figured out what's wrong yet?"
Looking up from the old punch buggy, grease on her face, Fi frowned. "The… coolant reservoir is cracked, it needs a new battery, and probably some other stuff." She wiped her cheek on her sleeve and it just made the grease smear wider.
"Figure out the other stuff. You gotta make it run." Bobby sipped from his flask and leaned back in his fold out chair a little.
"Shouldn't you be teaching me about guns or something?" Fi asked, frowning a bit.
"Well, Princess, when you're on the road or in the middle of some crap town, you gotta get around. Your wheels might get busted. Hunting isn't exactly a lucrative business," Bobby replied, shrugging. "And leaving a trail of stolen cars will get you in deep shit."
Glowering at the nickname, Fi went back to the engine and kept working.
Glancing at her to make sure she really was still working at it, Bobby got up quietly and went into the house again. He thought about ordering up some dinner. She probably would still be working past sunset.