Chapter Two.
Scarlett followed them out the hotel and into the parking lot. "You look exhausted" Sam mentioned to her, she hid a strand of hair behind her ear and as if on cue – yawned.
"I hadn't had a decent sleep in five months – Bobby's been forcing sleep on me, I still haven't caught up I guess" As if on cue, she yawned – stopping mid yawn when she caught sight of the Impala. "That is one awesome car"
Dean tried his hardest not to smirk at the complement. "You still have to sit in the back seat, and I'm in control of the music" He ordered. Scarlett shrugged and climbed in, not bothering to put her seatbelt on. Both brothers followed, Dean in the driver's seat and Sam in the passenger's almost simultaneously.
Sam turned round to Scarlett in the back seat; "Maybe you should get some sleep…" He suggested before noticing she already had her head rested against the window and her eyes closed. Dean had turned to her too.
"Now, isn't that adorable" Dean said sarcastically, turning back and pulling out of the parking lot; Sam looked over to him and rolled his eyes.
"Dude, she can't be our sister" Dean said after fifteen minutes of driving, sure that Scarlett was asleep. "I mean, look at her – she looks nothing like us"
"Dean, you were thinking the exact same thing I was when we saw her. The resemblance to Mum is…undeniable and if anyone knows that – it's you" Sam replied, Dean did the same as he had when they had been arguing the last time; kept his eyes on the road and didn't reply. For ten minutes at least.
"But even if she is our sister, and she knows what we do – why would she come looking for us? I mean, anything what she has back home has got to be better than this!" He whispered, motioning around to Impala before gripping the steering wheel again. Sam looked over to his brother, wondering if he'd listened to anything that had been said in the Motel room – about her Mother being insane, and Dad never visiting once. He didn't bother mentioning it, anyway. "Where are we heading, anyway" Dean asked, realising he was currently just on the highway that lead to San Diego's city boarder.
"Fallbrook, San Diego – do you guys not have a sat nav?" Scarlett suddenly said, making both brothers jump -unaware she was awake. Sam pulled a map from the glove box and Dean grimaced.
"Dean doesn't like the idea of being told what to do by a talking box" Sam replied, smirking. Dean looked over to his little brother and just glared. He was still wondering if Scarlett had heard what they had been saying. Sam located Fallbrook on the map, and Scarlett had drifted off the sleep again.
They didn't say anything else; eventually Dean figured where he was going and told Sam that he should get some sleep. As he drove along the silent highway, he kept catching sight of Scarlett in the rear view mirror – her head lent against the Impala window, not looking even the tiniest bit comfortable.
He turned up the radio slightly, singing along to the words quietly. Time passed quickly, soon enough it was 5am and the sun was starting to rise – he'd entered San Francisco around twenty minutes ago. Sam was still fast asleep, but as he glanced in the rear view mirror once again he saw Scarlett was wide awake and staring out the window. "We'll be there in about thirty minutes" Dean told her, she didn't reply, just nodded. She didn't look too happy about being back home, but Dean stayed quiet.
They stopped off at a diner that was opening up; Scarlett climbed out of the car and straightened her jumper as Dean shook Sam awake. The boy who was turning the sign on the door from 'closed' to 'open' spotted Scarlett, and widened his eyes. "Winchester! Long time no see!" He yelled, Scarlett smiled – and walked into the arms of her old friend. Dean and Sam had both gotten out of the car, and watched. "Who's ya friends?" The boy asked.
Sam at least forced a smile as Scarlett turned to them both. "They're not exactly friends…" Dean used all his willpower from mumbling 'that's true' "they're my brothers"
This didn't seem to faze the boy; he kept his hands on Scarlett's arms and looked from her to the brothers. "You didn't tell me you had brothers"
"Louis, to tell you the truth; I didn't know until about a year back" Scarlett said with a slight smile. Louis shivered realising how cold it was.
"You better come in, breakfast is on the house" Louis yelled, making sure Dean and Sam heard – the thought of free food made Dean perk up a little. And they followed Scarlett and Louis in, taking a seat in one of the booths. Dean and Sam just ordered coffee, Scarlett ordered a hot chocolate.
"So where do you work?" Sam asked, Scarlett took a sip of her drink and bit her lip – unsure of what exactly to tell them.
"Some club, just round the corner actually" She said, knowing she sounded unsure. "My boss knew I was into this kind of stuff, he's too superstitious for his own good" She explained. "He's out of town for a few days, hid the keys to the club for me…the police aren't doing anything"
The brothers looked at each other. Then looked to Scarlett.
They ended up sitting in silence while they finished the drink. Eventually, Louis came and slipped into the booth beside Scarlett. "So are you back for good?" He asked. Scarlett looked up from her drink, her head rested on one hand. She glanced over to Sam and Dean, especially Dean. Sam had already kicked his older brother under the table to stop him saying anything.
"Probably not, we'll go out for dinner before I leave town again?" Louis nodded with a slight smile at her offer. We should probably get going" Scarlett suggested, Sam and Dean agreed – Louis slid back out of the booth to let them pass.
Scarlett and the waiter shared another small hug before she left the diner. She walked ahead of her brothers, who shared awkward looks as they followed. After five minutes they found themselves outside what was obviously a strip club.
"Asmodeus?" Dean asked, looking at the club's sign. Scarlett shrugged and lead them around the back of the club to the back door. Outside the door was a plant plot, in the soil was a small cardboard sign showing the name of the plant. Scarlett crouched down and took out the piece of cardboard, and created a small hole in the soil where it used to be – suddenly pulling out a small, silver key.
Scarlett unlocked the door, and carefully walked in – feeling the wall for the lights. Suddenly, Sam and Dean were faced with a strip club that looked a lot more lavish inside than the crumbly building it looked like outside. "So…you were a waitress here?" Dean wondered with raised eyebrows, spinning around on his heels for a real look at the club.
"You could say that" Scarlett replied, looking down.
"Think you could introduce me to some of your friends" He hinted, winking. Scarlett looked over to him.
"If they're still alive, yeah"
