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There was silence in the impala for hours as it roared down the highway. Sam had bought a book for Brinley to read, and she actually liked it, so she was able to keep busy and keep her mind off of John leaving. Sam was busy making a list for Bobby of things he should know about Brinley. He wanted to make sure Bobby was prepared for her antics.

"So, what's this Bobby guy like?" Brinley finally asked when she was tired of reading.

"He's a nice guy," Dean replied, "A little gruff and rough around the edges, but a good guy and Dad's best friend. He owns a junkyard next to his house."

"So, he's a redneck?" she questioned curiously.

"I guess you could say that" Sam replied with a chuckle.

"Am I going to be expected to eat venison, and squirrel, and rabbit?" she questioned worriedly. Sam and Dean laughed, thinking it was odd that she was worried about that.

"Maybe venison and rabbit, but I highly doubt squirrel will be on the menu," Dean replied with a chuckle. "I've never had squirrel." He looked in the rearview mirror and caught her scrunching her nose in disapproval. "Hey, you can't knock it until you've tried it." Brinley rolled her eyes.

"Will I have a bed to sleep in?" she asked.

"Yes, and you may even have your own bedroom," Sam replied. Brinley liked that idea.

"Does he have a TV?" she asked.

"That's a good question," Dean replied, "I can't remember."

"I don't think I can survive without a tv," she sighed. "I'll be bored out of my mind."

"Don't worry…. I can keep you busy with schoolwork," Sam chimed in excitedly. "I planned on picking you up some workbooks and a laptop, and some new clothes while we're at it." Brinley rolled her eyes. She always seemed to regret opening her mouth to protest. Her brothers always had a solution that she didn't really care for, but she did like the idea of a laptop and new clothes. Sam turned in his seat to face her. "In all seriousness, we do need to keep you on grade level with some schoolwork. I found a great online homeschooling program that you can work on for 3 hours each day while you're at Bobby's. It will email me an update each day on your progress. I'll get you set up before we leave." She hated that Sam sounded excited about it. School and her did not get along.

"Uhhhh….I hate school," she whined as she crossed her arms against her chest. "I can just play learning games on the laptop. Doesn't that count?"

"Good try….but school is important," Sam emphasized.

"What if I forget to do it?" she questioned.

"There will be no forgetting," Dean chimed in firmly. "That is your job while we're gone, Monday through Friday, you can have the weekends off. Sam and I have already discussed this, and we'll be giving Bobby a schedule of what we expect you to get done each day. It will keep you busy and out of trouble. We also threw in a daily workout routine." Brinley sighed. Her stay with Bobby was sounding worse and worse.

"Since when did you guys turn into no fun?" she questioned with irritation to her voice.

"Sam's never been fun," Dean joked. Sam shook his head in response to Dean's comment. "Just kidding little brother."

"If you were living a normal life, you'd be going to school 6 hours a day…consider yourself lucky," Sam commented.

"My life is far from lucky," Brinley groaned. "Can I see this schedule?" Sam handed her a piece of paper that read "Daily Routine." "3 hours of school, 1 hour of physical exercise, 1 hour of reading, a journal entry each night of what I did, chores, and no more than 1 hour of TV and/or laptop time," Brinley gasped. She regretted it as soon as she did, but she crumpled the paper up and tossed it into the front seat. "This is dumb," she mumbled under her breath.

"Hey!" Dean's voice boomed. He pulled the car over to the side of the highway and turned to face her. "That's 1," he stated firmly.

"Those are ridiculous expectations for an 11-year-old," she snapped back.

"Actually, they're not and if you keep it up, I'm going to limit your TV time to 30 minutes a day," Sam warned. Brinley narrowed her eyes to him.

"Maybe we should take away the TV time completely and give her an extra hour of reading," Dean added. Brinley was so mad and felt like they were provoking her. "Listen kid, your schedule is not up for negotiation. Like I said, that's your job and if you decide not to do your job, Bobby has our permission to punish you how he sees fit. Am I clear?"

"Oh, now you're going to let some pervy redneck decide what punishment I get?" Brinley shot back angrily.

"That's 2," Dean warned. "Keep it up kid and you'll be sitting uncomfortably the rest of the way there." Brinley's face flushed red with embarrassment and tears filled her eyes. "We need this to work Brinley. Bobby is doing us a big favor by taking you in and making sure you're safe. He's a good man and I expect you to treat him with nothing but respect."

"I just want to stay with all of you," she pouted.

"We know, and we want that too, but like Dad said…it's just not safe for you with us right now," Sam replied. He figured that was the reason she was acting out.

"Listen kid, the sooner you accept this, the easier it will be," Dean commented. "Acting out and treating us with disrespect isn't going to change anything. It's just going to get you in trouble. Is that what you want?"

"No," she replied.

"Good, because I'm tired of being 'mean Dean'. I just want to be your funny big brother," Dean replied with a smile. "And I'm hungry. Can we get back on the road so I can find us a place to stop and eat?"

"I'm hungry too," Brinley agreed. "Mean Dean," she giggled. They found a small diner to eat at and traveled for several more hours before stopping at a motel for the night. "How much longer to Bobby's?" Brinley whined as she climbed out of the impala.

"If we leave first thing in the morning, we should be there by tomorrow evening," Sam replied.

The next morning, they stopped at a Walmart and picked out some new clothes for Brinley, a laptop, and Sam grabbed a few grade level workbooks. "The laptop will only be used for schoolwork. You'll have access to the internet, and I expect you to use it for research only. I'll get notified of the websites you visit each day," Sam explained as he worked on setting it up from the front seat of the car. "I'll download a few games that you're allowed to play during your free time. I'll also add a Netflix account that you can watch during your free time in case Bobby doesn't have a television."

"Gee, I appreciate the generosity," Brinley replied sarcastically. Dean glanced at her through his rearview mirror and Brinley made eye contact. He gave her "the look" which was a warning that she shouldn't take it any further with her sass. Brinley sighed, thinking how much she disliked her new schedule.

"Dean, it's probably best we stay somewhere overnight again, and get to Bobby's in the morning," Sam mentioned when he realized they wouldn't arrive until after midnight.

"Sounds like a good idea," Dean agreed. The rest of the day was uneventful since Brinley had the laptop and the book to keep her occupied in the backseat. Sam had downloaded the Zoo Tycoon game and Brinley enjoyed it a lot more than she thought she would. The next morning, they finally arrived at Bobby's. Brinley gasped as his property came into view. His sign, Singer Salvage Yard, was falling off of its post. Stacked, wrecked cars were everywhere, and his little house was overgrown with grass, trees, and weeds. "Well, here we are," Dean announced as they pulled into the front of the house.

"THIS is where I'm going to stay?" Brinley questioned, "It doesn't really look appropriate for a child."

"Yup, this is where you're going to stay and you're going to treat Bobby and his home with respect," Dean replied firmly. "Understood?"

"Yeah," Brinley sighed. She hated the thought of staying with a stranger and the new routine that Sam and Dean were imposing on her.