THE BOMB IS DROPPED
John, Sam and Dean all stood there with their mouths open. That was the last thing they'd expected. How come John didn't know about his daughter?
"I need to puke." Dean looked at Tony and Jessica and then yelled hysterically. "Why the fuck would you give my sister a stripper name?!"
"Well if the shoe fits." Tony muttered and went to take another swig out of his bottle but was interrupted when Sam punched him square in the jaw, knocking him out cold.
Everyone looked at Sam in shock.
"No one talks about my little sister like that." Sam declared. John clapped him on the back proudly.
"Jessica, why didn't you ever tell me about her?" John asked. He could feel his blood boiling by the second.
"Didn't see the point." She shrugged casually.
"She's my daughter! I had a right to know!" John roared.
"She's my daughter too!" Jessica slurred back.
"Yeah, you're a real great mother." John deadpanned. "Tell me then, where is your daughter?" Jessica just glared back at him and didn't say anything. "That's what I thought. Xander, go pack your bags; you and your sister are staying at the hotel with me and the boys."
"Ah, yes sir." Xander said. He wasn't ready to call him 'dad', so 'sir' seemed like the more respectable option. Xander was about to go up to his room, but John walked over to him.
"Xander, do you know where she is?" John asked. Xander nodded.
"Yeah she's just with Devon. She'll be back soon, he works pretty fast." Xander realised what he said once everyone frowned at him. "No! No, that's not what I meant. He's in a band and she stays with him while he helps pack up the stage." He quickly explained.
"So, is Devon her boyfriend?" John asked.
"Uh, yeah, nearly two months now." Xander told him. He immediately saw all the protective stances go up in the Winchesters. He thought Scarlett was lucky to have big brothers like that and a father that wasn't Tony.
"Hm." John huffed and let Xander go pack. He came down not long after with two bags; one of which was purple.
"It's a nice colour if you're into that sort of thing." Dean teased Xander about the purple bag.
"Shut up its Scarlett's." Xander retorted.
"Come on, let's go put these bags in the car." John said and shot one last glare at Jessica. Just as they were going to the car, Xander spotted a short brunette walking down the road.
"Hey there's Scar." Xander pointed to the girl.
"She shouldn't be walking alone." John frowned.
"Where's her boyfriend? Shouldn't he be dropping her off? You know, being chivalrous or a gentleman or something?" Dean commented.
"He always offers to drop her off but she either walks or gets him to drop her off around the corner so he doesn't see our parents…I mean mom and Tony." Xander corrected.
"I don't like it." Dean stated.
Scarlett looked up ahead and saw Xander putting his bag and hers into a strange car. She started walking faster until she was right beside her brother.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"Uh, we were just…they're…this…" Xander looked to John for help. John cleared his throat and began to talk.
"Hi, you must be Scarlett." He said. She nodded. "I'm, John, this is Sam and Dean. There's no easy way to say this, but, I'm your real father."
Scarlett wasn't surprised. She knew Tony wasn't her real father. John wasn't what she expected, though. She thought it'd be some old dude, or a biker, not someone who looked like he had dignity.
"Okay, but that still doesn't explain what you're doing." She said.
"I'm taking you and Xander away from this house and these people. We'll stay at a hotel tonight." He said.
"If you care so much, where have you been the last sixteen years?" she asked bitterly, tears she didn't realise had formed were starting to roll slowly down her cheeks.
"Scar…" Xander tried to put a comforting hand on her shoulder but she shrugged him off.
"No! Where were you when…when I was…" she stopped, as if the memory was too painful to talk about.
"When you what?" John's voice was cracking and barely above a whisper.
"It doesn't matter, I think I'll stay at Buffy's tonight." Scarlett grabbed her bag from Xander and began walking back down the street ignoring all protests and shouts of her name.
"Do you know what she was going to say?" John asked Xander.
"Yeah." Now even Xander's voice was hoarse. "But it's not my place to say, and she's obviously not ready to talk about it." John nodded in understanding. "Don't worry though, she'll come around."
Even though he said it, Xander wasn't so sure if it was true. Scarlett and him had been through a lot and they weren't sure they'd ever be ready to let in another parent, let alone talk about their old ones.