A/N: Stay tuned for Brinley's new adventures! Thank you for reading!

Brinley ran out the front door in search of her brothers, but instead got a bigger surprise. She could hear some sort of vehicle rambling down Bobby's long, gravel driveway. She watched as it slowly came into view with dust and stones billowing from the sides. She immediately recognized it as her dad's truck. She couldn't believe her brothers, or Bobby, called him and he was already there. She froze in her tracks and waited. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean headed up from the junkyard and Bobby emerged angrily from the house looking for Brinley.

"What's Dad doing here?" Sam questioned Dean.

"Got me," Dean replied. They walked over to John's truck as it parked in front of the house. Brinley remained by herself, several feet away from the welcoming committee. "Dad!" Dean greeted as John hopped out.

"Hey boys…. Bobby," he greeted in return. He glanced around and saw Brinley and could sense that something wasn't right.

"I mean, it's great to see, but I thought we were separating?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah, but I got to thinking, if it's all right with Bobby, maybe I can just set up home base from here and we can be together for the time being," John replied. "I felt guilty leaving Brinley so soon."

"You are all welcome here for as long as you need," Bobby replied, "And boy, your timing is perfect." Bobby glanced in Brinley's direction. Her eyes were planted on the ground, and she nudged at some stones beneath her feet.

"What did I miss?" John questioned noticing Bobby's subtle cue.

"What didn't you miss?" Dean responded sarcastically.

"It's a long story my friend…. how about a beer first?" Bobby replied.

"That sounds a like a good plan, I have a feeling I may need a few," John commented.

"Maybe several," Bobby joked. "Brinley, come inside and we can tell your Daddy all about our first few hours together," Bobby called over to her.

"I'm fine out here," she replied.

"INSIDE, NOW," John stated firmly. She sighed and walked toward them. They headed into the kitchen and gathered around the table, except for Brinley. She pinned herself in the farthest corner. Bobby grabbed four beers and a coke for Brinley from the fridge and distributed them. "Brinley, over here," John said as he pointed to the chair beside him. "Take a seat."

"I like it here," she replied quietly.

"It's not a choice," John replied firmly. Brinley obeyed and reluctantly sat down next to her father. "Now will someone please tell me what I just walked into?" John questioned. All eyes went to Brinley, and she immediately started to cry. John turned her chair to face. "Stop with the tears," he said firmly, "And take your hands away from your face and look at me." Brinley obeyed, but when she made eye contact with John, it made her want to cry even more. "Why does everyone seem upset with you?" John questioned. Brinley shrugged her shoulders. "You don't know, or you don't want to tell me?"

"I don't want to tell you," she replied worriedly. John sighed. He really wanted to start showing more patience when it came to Brinley, so instead of ripping into her in John Winchester fashion, he decided to try another approach.

"Ok, come on, let's go for a walk, just you and I," John replied calmly. He stood up and grabbed his beer from the table. Brinley scooted off her chair and followed after him. "Must be something pretty bad if you're afraid to tell me," John mentioned once they were outside. They headed down the porch stairs and toward the junkyard.

"It was," she replied quietly. Once they were in the junkyard, John lifted Brinley up and set her on the trunk of an old Chevy Nova.

"All right kiddo, lay it on me," John stated. Brinley sighed and then began telling John "her version" of the story, purposely leaving out a few key details along the way. John was confused by the end of it and couldn't understand why Bobby or his sons would let her off the hook with no consequences. "So, if I go and talk with Bobby and the boys, their story will match yours?" John questioned. "Because if I find out you're lying or leaving something out, it's going to make things a lot worse than they already are," he warned.

"Uhhh….…there's more," she replied. "During my tantrum, I…. I…..broke Bobby's window and I threw an encyclopedia at Dean and I…. uh…..I kicked Sam." Brinley paused when she saw John raise his eyebrows in surprise.

"Is there more?" he questioned sternly.

"Yes…..Bobby was going to give me a spanking." She paused and tears filled her eyes again. "And I…. I…..ran away from him," she sobbed, "And that's when you pulled up." John was speechless for a moment. Sam and Dean got into their fair share of mishaps when they were younger, but nothing like this. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I was just so mad."

"Little kids throw tantrums when they don't get their own way and that's exactly what you did," John stated. "You keep telling us you're not a little kid, yet your behavior tells us differently." John was upset and took a deep breath to collect himself. "I know I'm somewhat responsible for this. You needed me and I should've stayed with you. But…. you and only you are responsible for your behavior, and I think you can agree, it was beyond unacceptable. I'm actually surprised that you took it so far and honestly, I'm pretty disappointed in you. I'm fairly certain that you know what you can expect from me right now."

"I know…. I just want this all to be over with," she replied as tears fell from her eyes.

"Come on," he said as he lifted off the trunk of the car and set her on her feet. "We're going to go to Bobby's office." Brinley walked silently beside John as they weaved in and out of cars and arrived at the junkyard office. He opened the door and motioned for her to go inside. "This one's going to make a lasting impression on you," John warned as he grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and sat down. "I want those jeans down," he ordered as she stood in front of him. Brinley gasped and started to protest, so John took matters into his own hands. He quickly unbuttoned her jeans and once they fell to her feet, he lifted her across his lap. "You will not destroy someone else property again," he stated and then gave her a hard smack to the bottom. Brinley cried. "You will not be aggressive to others unless it's to protect yourself." Smack and another cry. "You will be respectful." Smack and another cry. "You will do as your told." Smack and another cry. John was done lecturing and began to spank her in rapid succession. Brinley broke down into sobs after a minute or so and John could see that her bottom was a bright pink and decided that he had hopefully made a good impression. He gave her a few moments to cry it out, and then helped her to her feet. "You can pull up your jeans," he stated. Brinley reached down and yanked up her jeans, flinching as they touched her sore bottom. "This is not over yet," he lectured. "We're going to go back to the house, and I'll give you some time to compose yourself in your bedroom, but then you will apologize to Sam, Dean, and Bobby. And you're going to help Bobby with chores EVERY DAY while you're here. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes," she sobbed.

"Ok, good," he said as he stood up and pulled her into a hug. John felt her little hands grasp him tightly and he felt horrible. "Trust me, I hate doing this as much as you hate receiving it."

"I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"I know," he replied in a gentler tone. "We'll get through all this and I'm sure Bobby's not going to hold a grudge against you. He really is a good guy." John lifted Brinley into his arms and gave her one more tight squeeze. "I'm going to try to be a better Dad for you."

"And I'll try to be a better big kid," she replied with a slight smile. John couldn't help but smile as he set her back on her feet.

"We should head back," John said as he ruffled the hair on top of her head. "Listen kiddo," he said as they walked back. "I know you're afraid of the demon, but I want you to know that I brought you here because Bobby's home and property are probably the safest place for you to be. He's made every precaution to make sure demons get nowhere near here."

"Ok," Brinley replied. They arrived back at the house. "Do I have to go into the kitchen with everyone?" she asked.

"No, you can go right up to your room," John replied. They entered and John watched as she made her way to the staircase and then he headed into the kitchen. "I'm really sorry Bobby," he said as he took a seat at the table. "She's been through so much and she has a lot of behavioral issues, but I didn't think it would be this bad. She's been punished and hopefully we won't have a repeat of that behavior."

"No worries," Bobby replied, "I really am happy to help, and you are all welcome to stay as long as you want."

"Make sure you assign her chores every day," John added. "I want her to remember this every day she's here."

"I have a lot of work that needs to be done around here," Bobby replied, "So I will keep her busy." They hung out at the table for a while, drinking and bullshitting, until Brinley finally came down. She walked up to Sam first.

"I'm sorry I kicked you," she said. Sam smiled and gave her a hug.

"I forgive you," he replied. She smiled and then went over to Dean.

"I'm sorry that I threw a book at you," she said. Dean grabbed her and started tickling her.

"We're good as long as you don't try it again," he replied, and then tickled her some more.

"I won't," she giggled. Dean released her and she looked across the table at Bobby. Apologizing to Bobby was a hard one for her. She didn't know him that well and already felt uncomfortable around him after her outburst. She paused for a moment and could feel everyone's eyes on her.

"It's ok," Bobby commented when he realized she was having a hard time getting the words out. "We're good." Brinley smiled. "But…..I will have a list of chores for you, starting tomorrow." Brinley sighed with disappointment.

"Hey, none of that," John warned.

"Am I supposed to be happy about doing chores?" she sassed back. Sam quickly shot up from the table when he saw the reaction on his dad's face.

"Brinley, come on, there's something really cool I want to show you out back," he intervened. He grabbed her hand and led her toward the door, but John held out his arm and stopped them before they headed out.

"Are we going to have a problem with the chores?" he demanded. "And I suggest you think about your response first." Brinley knew she didn't want any more trouble with John. She felt Sam gently nudge her. Both brothers waited nervously for her response.

"No," she replied quietly.

"Good," John replied firmly. He lowered his arm and Sam led Brinley outside to show her a treehouse that he and Dean had built years ago.

~To Be Continued~