Family Secrets

John knocked tentatively on the door of Jessica and Tony Harris's house. He heard arguing from inside and was immediately concerned as to what kind of household Alexander grew up in. He knew he was no father-of-the-year, hell, he was far from it, but Sam and Dean were strong; they were raised in the world of demon hunting. Alexander wasn't, he should've had a normal life.

The arguing stopped and the handle started to rattle. The door swung open and a man around John's age opened the door.

"Who are you?" the man slurred. His breath smelled strongly of alcohol and he looked like he hadn't slept or showered in days.

"My name is John Winchester; these are my sons Sam and Dean. You must be Tony, I'm looking for Jessica." John tried to remain civil. Tony man huffed.

"Jessica!" Tony yelled over his shoulder.

"What?!" a screechy voice yelled from another room.

"You've got a visitor!" Tony shouted back. Jessica stumbled into the room, a fresh bottle of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She stopped when she saw John at the door.

"You." She near growled. "What are you doing here?"

"I want to meet my son." John said nonchalantly.

"Oh, so you're the guy Jessica slutted it up with sixteen years ago. Thanks to you, we've got Xander, the good for nothing slob." Tony rolled his eyes.

"Here we go again." Jessica mumbled.

"I don't even know why we keep him around. He's useless, pathetic, and disrespectful." Tony spat, literally, every time he spoke alcohol sprayed onto John and the boys.

"Hey!" Dean snapped. "That's my brother you're talking about!"

"You care about him so much you can have him then!" Tony said spitefully. "Xander!" he yelled and there was no answer. "Alexander Harris you get your sorry ass in here!" he screamed again.

"He's out with Betty and Willow again." Jessica grumbled as if it were obvious. "Where is Scarlett?!"

"She's probably out whoring around." Tony waved his hand in the air in dismissal.

John, Sam and Dean were all one step away from punching both of them in the face.

The band finished their set and two of the members were walking off of the stage and towards the table where Xander, Buffy, Willow and Scarlett sat. Oz came up and put an arm around Willow's shoulder. Devon slipped his arms around Scarlett's waist and placed a small kiss on her cheek.

"Hey good job guys." Xander commented on the Dingoes' set. "You've really improved. You suck a lot less lately."

"Thanks, I think so too." Oz agreed.

"You sounded great." Scarlett told Devon and leaned back into him.

"I know." He shrugged and smiled down at the brunette in his arms. "I'm gonna go get us a drink." He said and left the table.

"Hey." Another voice joined the group. They all looked up to see Angel. Buffy greeted him with a long steamy kiss, making everyone a little uncomfortable.

"Okay," Xander clapped his hands together "as fun as this is, being the only single friend; I'm going to head home."

"Hey, just tell Jessica I'm out making some extra money…on a street corner. That should make her happy." Scarlett whispered to Xander as he stood up from the table. Xander hated it when Scarlett joked about things like that.

He walked home slowly. Due to the small size of Sunnydale, it wouldn't take too long to get back so he walked slowly to prolong going home. When he reached his house, though, he saw a strange car parked across the street. It was a black Chevy. It looked pretty old but still in good condition. Overall, Xander thought it was a nice car, just not one he'd ever seen in Sunnydale before.

"It's your fault he turned out like he did!" Xander heard his father yell. He was used to their arguing, but it always made his stomach churn when they argued about him. As far as he was concerned, he was a good son. He was never disrespectful, even when he had every right to be. He was never disobedient, even though he was a teenager and he was supposed to break the rules.

"You're both terrible parents!" Xander didn't recognize that voice. He hesitantly opened the front door. Inside, stood his parents and three men that he didn't know. They all stopped fighting and stared at him.

"Xander, you're home." His father slurred bitterly. "This is John Winchester, your real father."

Xander's jaw dropped to the floor. His real father? He'd always dreamed of the day when he would find out that Tony wasn't his real dad but he never thought it'd become a reality. He looked at the older man who was smiling at him, and managed to smile back.

"Hello Alexander." He smiled.

"I just go by 'Xander'." Xander explained. John nodded.

"This is my eldest son Dean." the shorter guy in a leather jacket nodded. "And this is my other son, Sam." The taller one waved. "I can explain everything. I can tell you why I haven't had contact with you in all these years and why I am now. Maybe we shouldn't talk here though." John said.

Xander let out a nervous laugh. "That's great and all, but shouldn't we wait for Scarlett?"

John frowned. "Why? Who's Scarlett?"

Xander was once again confused. How could he not know about Scarlett?

"Scarlett is my twin sister."