MORE THAN BLOOD

When Sam and Dean finally found the Bronze, the hastily got out of the car and made their way to the door. The bouncer stopped them and looked at them expectantly. Dean rolled his eyes and dropped him a twenty before bursting through the doors and immediately scanning the room for their sister. The music was coming from a live band that, in all honesty, wasn't that good. The lights weren't flashy, but it was enough to make it difficult to see. It was full of people, high school students and older, and a lot of the females in there were checking out both boys. Dean ignored them, though, and continued to look, only stopping once he was distracted by two girls dancing close together with a group of guys standing around them. One girl was short and had blonde hair. He could slightly make out that her eyes were green, or at least hazel, and she had her arm slung over the other, slightly taller, girl's shoulder. The other girl, though, he couldn't see the face of so he just continued to stare. The other girl was a brunette, and she had one hand in the air and another holding her long, curly hair as she swung her hips to the beat. Dean was still checking them out when Sam's voice broke his thoughts.

"There she is." Sam said nodding to the crowd of people dancing.

"Where?" Dean kept looking, but couldn't see her.

"Right there," Sam pointed "dancing with that other girl."

Dean's eyes widened. "I think I just threw up in my mouth."

"You were checking her out weren't you?" Sam smirked.

"I didn't know it was her. Shut up." He said and stomped towards his little sister. Once he was there, he grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Alright, you've had your fun. Now we're going home." He started to drag her away, but she pulled her arm out of his grip.

"No. I'm staying here. My boyfriend is playing and I was dancing with my friend now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go back to that." She said, but Dean grabbed her again.

"No you're not. You're not dancing like that with anybody, especially not with a group of horn-dogs around you." Dean said sternly.

"How are you going to stop me?" she glared at him and he glared back.

"Is something going on here?" a girly voice interrupted. Scarlett turned to see Buffy standing beside her, shooting daggers at Dean.

"Don't worry Buffy it's nothing; I was just leaving." Scarlett said to her, not wanting to cause a scene because she knew Buffy would kick Dean's ass.

"Damn right you are." Dean said with a nod. Scarlett glared at him again.

"Dean, I found Xander too. He's just over there with his friends." Sam said, coming to stand with them.

"They're my friends too. Besides, why aren't you dragging Xander out of here like you are me?" she questioned.

"Xander can look after himself." Dean answered. Scarlett scoffed. Xander couldn't look after himself; she loved him dearly, but he was a wuss. All of the times he's nearly been killed by something were probably in the low hundreds. Scarlett was tougher than him, but she couldn't let Sam and Dean know that she and Xander hunted demons with their friends and the slayer, so she acted as though she wasn't.

"Sexist pig." She muttered under her breath. Dean heard her, but chose to ignore it.

"Come on." Dean started to lead her out but she pulled back again.

"Will you wait a second?! God, at least let me say goodbye and get my purse." She said and walked over to the table where Xander, Willow and Buffy sat. "Hey, Sam and Dean have come to force me out of here so I'm just gonna go." she said bitterly. "Xand, can you please tell Devon that I'm not feeling well and I'll see him at school tomorrow. And that I'm sorry I left early." She gave Xander a small smile. He nodded, smiling sadly at his sister.

"Do you want me to go too so I can keep you company?" he asked and she shook her head no.

"I kinda want to be alone for a while." Xander nodded in understanding and hugged his sister briefly. She walked back over toward the Winchesters and walked straight past them and out of the club to the Impala. She got in the backseat and slammed the door. On the way back to the motel, she ignored any and all attempts the boys tried at making conversation with her.

When they reached the motel, John was back as well. Scarlett walked inside, past John, who was trying to greet her, and slammed the door of her room, shutting herself inside. She immediately got changed into her pyjamas and plonked herself down on her bed. A few moments later, the door opened again and Sam, Dean and John stepped inside. Dean and Sam sat on the Xander's bed opposite her and John continued to stand at the end of hers.

"Get out." She said the moment they stepped into the room.

"I get that you're mad -" Dean began.

"Yeah, I am." She said and crossed her arms.

"We were just worried about you and thought you'd be safer at home." Sam said in a semi-comforting way.

"And where exactly is home, Sam?" she asked, giving him and icy stare. "Is it back with Tony and Jessica? Or is it here, in this little motel where you guys are staying while you're in town?"

"Home is with your family." John told her.

"Yeah but the thing it; you're not my family." She spat back. "Xander is my family. That's all. You guys just, waltzed into our lives and claimed to be our father and brothers. But why should we believe you? We don't know you. I get that family is all important to you, and Xander might accept you, but it takes more than blood to be considered 'family' to me." They all just continued to stare at her as her words sunk in. "Now, I'll ask you again; please, get out."

The men looked at each other and shrugged in silent defeat. They left the room and closed the door behind them. As soon as they did, Scarlett curled herself into a ball, bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around herself. In that moment, Scarlett let herself do something she refused to do up until this point:

She cried over her past, and the reason she couldn't let the Winchesters in.