The next morning Brinley headed downstairs to find John sitting at Bobby's desk with his laptop open. Dean was sound asleep on the red sofa and Sam was wrapped up in a sleeping bag on the floor. "Hi Dad," she greeted quietly. Dean let out a loud snore which made Brinley giggle.

"Oh, hey kiddo," John responded as he peered over the top of his laptop. "How did you sleep?"

"Good," she replied.

"I was just about to head into town to pick up some supplies, want to join me?" John asked. "We can stop at Bobby's favorite donut shop on the way."

"Sure, I'm a little hungry," Brinley replied.

"It's a date," John replied as he closed his laptop and stood up from his chair. She followed him out to the truck and climbed inside.

"What kind of donuts do you like?" John asked as his truck rumbled on.

"Anything chocolate I guess," she replied. "Dean gets some with a vanilla filling and chocolate frosting on top. They're really good."

"Oh yeah, Boston Creams, they were always his favorite," John replied with a smile. After a few minutes, he pulled into a small, family-owned donut shop. Brinley hopped out and followed him inside. The donut shop was a favorite of the locals, so it was pretty busy. "Dad, is it ok if I use the bathroom?" John peered over at the small bathroom in the corner of the shop. He would usually check the bathrooms first, but the door was wide open, and it seemed safe enough.

"Go ahead," he replied. John looked at the bathroom door the entire time while he waited in line. When it was finally his turn, he stepped up to the counter. Meanwhile, Brinley emerged from the bathroom.

"Hi sweet girl," an old man stated as he hobbled up to her with a cane. His voice seemed gentle and kind to Brinley. "Do you have a few dollars to spare? I am very hungry."

"I'm sorry, I don't have any money, but I bet my dad would get you a donut," she replied. Suddenly, his cane fell to the floor, and he gripped her arm tightly. "Ow," she grimaced as his nails dug into her. "What are you doing?"

"Liar," he growled as he squeezed her tighter. Brinley couldn't believe the strength of him and started to panic. John was still ordering, and his back was to her. She was about to scream for him, but the man placed his finger up to her lips and she couldn't find her voice. He started to back her toward the bathroom. Brinley began to panic.

"Sir, sir," interrupted a woman's voice. "Honey, do you know this man?" she asked when Brinley made eye contact with her. Brinley shook her head no and a few tears fell from her eyes. "Someone help!" the woman screamed. John immediately turned around to find that the commotion involved Brinley and made a beeline for her. Meanwhile, the old man ran from the store. Brinley dove into John's arms and he held her tightly for a moment, and then he kneeled down, so he was on her level. "Are you her father?" the woman asked.

"I am," John replied as he started examining Brinley's arms. He immediately saw some scratches and some blood. "What happened kiddo?" he asked worriedly. "Did you….?" He started to ask when he was cut off by the woman who helped her.

"Some man had his hand on her and was pushing her into the bathroom…it was so weird, he looked about 100 years old, but ran out of here like a teenager," the woman huffed, "You should really watch your child more closely….strange things have been happening around here."

"I appreciate you helping her," John replied worriedly. "Thank you."

"I'm glad I was here," she replied warmly. Brinley started to cry as the woman walked away. Customers gathered around them to make sure Brinley was ok. Frustrated by the audience, John lifted her into his arms and carried her out to the truck. He set her inside and stood outside the door next to her.

"He did something so I couldn't talk," she sobbed, "And he was so strong." John took her hands into his gently. He could feel them shaking.

"Your safe kiddo," he said gently.

"Excuse me sir," interrupted a voice behind them. John turned to find a police officer. "I heard what happened and this isn't the first time, and I was hoping I could ask your daughter a few questions." John hesitated for a moment.

"I think she's been through enough today," he commented. "Maybe I can bring her down to the station tomorrow."

"It's ok Dad," Brinley intervened. "I can answer his questions." John sighed.

"Ok, fine, but we do it here and I'm staying with her the entire time," John stated firmly to the officer.

"Of course," the young officer replied as he pulled out a pen and a notebook. "Can you tell me what the man looked like?"

"He was old and frail looking with a red and blue plaid shirt and a brown cane," Brinley began. "He had glasses, and he was hunched over, and about the same height as me. He had a little bit of gray hair on both sides of his head."

"Did he hurt you?" he asked. Brinley showed him her arm.

"Just some scratches," she replied, "He was so strong, and he ran so fast." The officer looked confused.

"I thought you said he was a frail, old man?" he questioned. Tears came to Brinley's eyes when she thought about how ridiculous it all sounded. John could see she was becoming upset again and decided to put an end to the conversation.

"She did," John interrupted. "And he was. You can ask the witnesses that were there." The officer eyed John with frustration. "Do you need anything else from her? I'd like to get her home."

"I need her name," the officer replied.

"I'd like to keep her statement anonymous," John stated firmly as he stepped back and closed the truck door. "Thank you officer, have a good day." John walked around to the driver's side of the truck and hopped in. He could see the officer quickly scribble down his license plate. "Are you ok?" John asked as he looked over at Brinley.

"Yeah," she replied quietly, "It's just that…..I left something out because I thought it would sound crazy."

"It's ok kiddo, you can tell me," John replied gently.

"When he put his finger to my lips, I could've sworn I saw his eyes flash a bright blue," she said.

"I thought so…..it was a djinn," John commented. "We're lucky he didn't poison you."

"What's a djinn?" Brinley asked.

"Well…. it's a creature that can poison its victims with a touch. Depending on the type of djinn, the victim can hallucinate that they're living their ideal life or their worst nightmare. The djinn keeps their victims in caves, deserted buildings, underground tunnels, places that have many hiding spots. The victims stay in a coma while the djinn feed on their blood. And get this, their eyes glow blue before they attack their prey," John explained. Brinley was speechless as she examined her arm.

"Do you think he was trying to poison me?" she questioned.

"Yeah kiddo, I do," John sighed, "We're lucky that woman intervened when she did."

"Uhhhh…..why me?" she demanded. Brinley tried to fight back the words that were about to spew from her mouth, but she just couldn't. "I hate this. I hate all of this. Vampires, demons, and now djinns! Why the f&*% would my mom want this life for me? Why would she want me to be with YOU? You're mean and demanding, and you spank me! I'm not liking this new life so much."

"That's enough," John warned. "I know you're upset and scared, and I'm sorry, but it doesn't give you a free pass to disrespect me. And if I ever hear the "F" word out of your mouth again, you'll find out what a bar of soap tastes like."

Brinley folded her arms against her chest and huffed. "And for your information…I'm not scared of the monsters," she stated.

"It's ok to be scared," John commented. "It's a natural emotion and can be helpful in many situations."

"I'm not scared," she stated firmly.

"Ok, good," John replied as he started the truck. He decided they had enough excitement for the day and that the errands would have to wait until after Brinley was safe at Bobby's. Once they were inside, John woke the boys up to give them a rundown of what had happened. "Dean, I want you to research any recent disappearances and where they disappeared from. Sam, I want you to research caves, sewer systems, vacated buildings, etc., in the area. Then we'll compare the locations of the disappearances to the locations of the places he may be hiding out. I'll work on finding lamb's blood for the silver knife."

"What can I do?" Brinley piped in.

"Chores," John replied as he placed a list that Bobby had made in front of her. "Bobby left this before he left for church this morning." Brinley huffed in response as she looked at the list.

"Uhhhh, the bathroom and the kitchen," she whined. "Gross." John raised his eyebrows in her direction.

"Is it going to be a problem?" John questioned sternly.

"No," Brinley mumbled.

"Hey kid, are you ok? Not many people can say they were "almost" abducted by a djinn," Dean asked as he ruffled the hair on top of her head.

"Yeah, just a few scratches," Brinley replied.

"Dad, if he broke her skin, why wasn't she poisoned from his touch?" Sam questioned curiously.

"Some people are immune I guess," John replied. Sam and Dean exchanged glances.

"If I'm immune, then maybe I should be the one hunting this thing," Brinley added to the conversation.

"No," they all replied in unison. Brinley rolled her eyes.

"You have chores to do," John replied.

"This fffff….reakin blows," Brinley stammered.

"Good save," John grumbled. "Boys, check in on her and make sure she's keeping busy. I need to find some lamb's blood."

"Sure Dad," Sam replied. John left in a hurry and Brinley glanced around at her brothers.

"He's so mean to me," she commented.

"Actually, he's more patient with you than he ever was with us," Dean replied. "Consider yourself lucky."

"I don't feel very lucky," she grumbled.

"You should work on your chores," Sam suggested, "Or Dad will be pissed at all of us."

"Fine," she sighed. Brinley gathered the cleaning supplies from under the kitchen sink and brought them upstairs to the bathroom. The sight was overwhelming to her. She set the cleaning supplies down and headed into her bedroom. She found a book on the shelf about different supernatural creatures and started flipping through it. Meanwhile, Sam and Dean started their research on the djinn. Bobby came home about an hour later and the boys filled him in on the details. Bobby found his silver knife and began sharpening it. Once Dean completed his research, he headed up to the bathroom to check on his sister. He wasn't surprised to find that she had abandoned her job and found her asleep on her bed with the book open across her chest.

"Brinley!" his voice boomed with frustration. Startled, Brinley opened her eyes to find Dean hovering above her. He shook his head with disapproval. "Get up and get to work," he ordered firmly.

"I'm tired," she whined. Dean reached down and pulled the covers off of her.

"Get up now," he ordered again. Brinley sat up briefly and then laid back down again.

"I'm so tired…..I think that djinn did something to me," she replied with a yawn. Dean eyed her suspiciously and wondered if she was manipulative enough to pretend the djinn infected her to get out of her chores. "Can I please just stay in bed?" Dean hesitated. He didn't want her to think he didn't believe her, but at the same time, he didn't believe her. He felt her head and then checked her pulse, and both seemed normal.

"Listen kid, I know you've had a rough day, but you look and seem fine to me, and trust me, Dad will not be happy to find you in bed when he gets back," Dean replied patiently.

"I just want to be involved," she replied as tears filled her eyes. "I'm always left out because you all think I'm too young."

"That's because you are too young," Dean replied with a sigh as he sat down on the side of her bed, "And we don't want to see you get hurt. Dad left us behind all the time. When I was sixteen, he finally let me join him in some of his hunts. But if you can't show Dad that you're responsible and able to follow directions, he'll never let you go. You have to earn it. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah," she replied as she sat up.

"One more thing….trust is important too, and that is also something you have to earn," he stated. "I don't appreciate being lied to."

"I'm sorry Dean," she replied.

"Don't do it again," he warned, "Now back to work." Brinley nodded her head and climbed out of the bed. She headed back into the bathroom while Dean headed downstairs. John had arrived home too, and they were able to narrow down two locations where the djinn could be hiding. Once they had their plan in place, John headed upstairs to check on Brinley. He was relieved to see that she took her job seriously and was almost finished cleaning the bathroom.

"Hey kiddo," he interrupted. Brinley turned to find him waiting in the doorway. "The bathroom looks good." Brinley smiled slightly. "We're headed out to hunt the djinn. Can I trust you to stay here alone? Or do one of us need to stay behind with you?"

"I can stay here alone," she replied.

"You stay in the house, and you DO NOT open the door for anyone," John ordered firmly. "We all have keys to the house, so we won't be knocking. If you get scared, call us." He handed Brinley a cell phone. "Our numbers are programmed in there. Do you remember how I told you that Bobby's house is the safest place for you to be?" Brinley nodded her head. "Ok good, you are safe here."

"Be careful," Brinley replied worriedly.

"We will," John replied. "Remember…..DO NOT leave the house and DO NOT open the door for anyone."

"I know, I got this," she replied confidently.