Title: Little Red

Rated: M for violence, language, sex and dark subject matter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Trigger Warnings: Drug addiction, misogyny and biphobia, emotional abuse, depression, suicide. (Any more will be added here if written).

Characters: Scarlett Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jo Harvelle, Gadreel, various OCs.

Main Pairings: Scarlett/OMC, Scarlett/OFC, Scarlett/Gadreel, Sam/OFC, Dean/Castiel (slight, but there)

LITTLE RED

Chapter One- In the Beginning

"Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always."

― Dante Alighieri

"Come on princess, up and at 'em!"

Scarlett let out a loud groan as her brother, Dean, pulled out her headphones. Queens of the Stone Age were suddenly replaced by the sound of parking lot around them. Dean grinned down at from the front seat, holding a coffee cup. "Come on, I brought you coffee. Does that make it better?"

"No." She glared at him, but took the coffee anyway. Steaming hot, black coffee, just how she likes it. Dean doesn't reply, but the grin stayed on his face. Scarlett swung her legs off the seat and stared ahead, not quite awake yet, as she sipped her coffee. Her attention was grabbed by her brother making noise in the driver seat. "What's up?"

"Listen to this." He replied, handing her his phone while she put down the cup. She pressed the button, making the voicemail play.

"Dean…something big is starting to happen…I need to try…figure it out…going on. It may…you two…very careful. We're all in danger."

"What the fuck?" She muttered, staring at the phone after the voicemail ended. The amount of EVP in it made her kind of afraid. EVP was found on electronic recordings which resemble speech, but it wasn't from any human. It was from the supernatural world, ghosts and spirits. That amount of EVP didn't mean anything good. Has something happened to dad?

"Watch your language." Dean snapped.

"Look who's talking." She snapped, smirking when Dean didn't reply. She played the voicemail again, trying to figure out why her father sounded so urgent, like he didn't have enough time. "When did you get this?"

"A few minutes ago." Dean replied. "Dammit, should have answered." He grumbled. The pair had finished a hunt in New Orleans, while the father had been on a different hunt. They had both been trying to call their father for days, but no answers. "Did you hear that EVP?"

"Yeah, give me a sec." She replied, before grabbing the battered denim bag from the car floor. She pulled out the old laptop and turned it on, tapping the spacebar impatiently as it came to life. "Piece of crap, I need a new one."

Dean snorted. "Okay kid, you can buy it."

"Yeah, with my millions." She muttered, tapping the toe of her battered combat boots on the front seat. The laptop finally came to life and she started to get the voicemail onto her laptop.

"Quit it! That's giving me a freakin' headache." Dean exclaimed, swatting her leg. "And give me that, I'll do it." He reached, trying to pull the laptop away from her. She slapped his hand away without taking her eyes off the screen. "Give that- I can- Scarlett-" Every time he reached out, Scarlett swatted his hand away. "Ugh, do it yourself then." He groaned, rolling his eyes.

Scarlett gave him an innocent grin, making Dean roll his eyes again, before turning back to the laptop. After running it through the gold wave, slowing it down removing the hiss, she played the final product, turning up the volume so Dean could hear.

"I can never go home…."

"That's creepy." Scarlett said, giving a wide eyed look to Dean.

"Crap." He muttered, pulling his phone out again and calling their dad. There were a few moments of silence, while Dean called their father again and again. It was after the third call that Dean let out an annoyed grumble. "Voicemail again, son of a bitch." He muttered. "Hey dad, it's Dean. Could you call me or Red back as soon as you get this? Hope you're okay." Dean said, before hanging up the phone. "Well, that's a bust. I'll call him again later." He said. "Get that onto a tape recorder for me."

Scarlett nodded, beginning to put the recording onto the recorder, when Dean started the car. "Where are we going?" She asked.

"Gonna get Sammy." Dean replied, making Scarlett freeze at the mention of her other elder brother.

"What?" She exclaimed. "Why?" Sam and Scarlett were close, until Sam left for Stanford in a hurry. She hadn't contacted him in nearly four years. Sam had sent her emails and texts at the start, but Scarlett never replied, still angry at him for leaving the family, or more specifically her. After a while, Sam got the hint and the emails stopped.

"You heard what dad said, we're all in danger. Probably means Sam too. Come on, we should go check on him." Dean replied, driving the car out of the gas station parking lot.

"And how do you think he's going to react when we just turn up at his front door?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Well we're family. I think he'll be okay." Dean told her, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Yeah, the family he left." She deadpanned.

Dean sighed, before pulling over to the side of the road and looking over his shoulder at Scarlett. "Come on kid, he did leave but that's no excuse for letting him get hurt."

Scarlett sighed. "Fine." She leaned back in her chair as Dean started to drive again.

A few hours later, the pair finally arrived at Sam's apartment. Dean had driven most of the day and night, stopping occasionally for food and to stretch their legs. Of course, he wouldn't let Scarlett drive, even though she was seventeen and had her licence. Oh no, he was too worried about her messing with his baby.

Jackass.

They climbed out of the car and towards the front door. Dean crouched down to pick the lock. "Where are you doing?" Scarlett asked.

"Makin' a daisy chain." Dean replied, making Scarlett roll her eyes

"Why can't we just knock the front door?" She asked.

"There's no guarantee Sammy will open the door." He replied. "Now come on Red, where's your sense of adventure?" Dean asked, giving her a wide grin, before pushing the door open. The pair crept in as silently as they could.

Evidently, not silent enough as someone lunged out of the darkness at Dean. Scarlett whipped around, about to pull the knife from her boot, but put it back when she realised it was Sam. She ducked out of their way, watching the fight in amusement. Man, she needed some popcorn for this. Eventually, Dean managed to tackle Sam and gave him a wide grin. "Whoa! Easy tiger."

"Dean?" Sam exclaimed, before looking up to see his sister standing over him. "Red?"

"Hey Sammy." She said.

"You two scared the crap out of me!" He exclaimed.

"That's 'cause you're out of practice." Dean said, before Sam turned the tables so it was him that was pinning down Dean. "Or not." Scarlett laughed. "Get off me."

Sam got up, pulling Dean up with him. He looked up at Scarlett and blinked, gaining a surprised look. "You've gotten taller."

She raised her eyebrows. "That's what happens when you grow, Sammy." She replied. "Thought you would be pretty familiar with that concept." She gestured to his height. He had gotten taller since the last time she saw him. Grown out his bangs too.

He rolled his eyes but didn't reply, though Scarlett knew what he was thinking. Smartass. "So, uh, what are you two doing here?"

"Looking for a beer." Dean replied.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" Sam asked again, sounding a little bit more pissed off.

"Okay, we need to talk." Dean replied.

"The phone?" Sam replied.

"I told you we should have waited till morning." Scarlett said.

"I told you we should have waited till morning!" Dean imitated, using an annoying voice. He turned back to Sam. "Besides, if we had called would you pick up?"

"Sam?" The lights suddenly switched on and revealed a gorgeous blonde girl.

"Jess, hey." Sam said. "Dean, Red, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.

"Wait, your brother Dean and your sister Scarlett?" Jess asked.

"I love The Smurfs." Dean said, walking towards Jess. "You know, I got to tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league."

"Yeah, both brothers." Scarlett said, before slapping Dean's arm. "Don't be a creep, dude." She turned to Jess, ignoring Dean's protest 'I was just telling her the truth!'. "Nice to meet ya."

She smiled at Scarlett before saying "Just let me go put something on."

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it, seriously!" Dean said, making Scarlett hit his arm for being creepy again. "Anyway, me and Red have to borrow your boyfriend here to talk about some private family business, but it was nice meeting you."

"No." Sam said, going to Jess' side. "No, whatever you want to say you can say it in front of her."

Dean and Scarlett exchanged a look. "Okay, dad hasn't been in home in a few days." Dean replied.

"So he's working overtime on a miller time shift, I'm sure he'll stumble back in sooner or later." Sam said, clearly not realising what Dean meant.

"No, you don't get it." Scarlett said. "Dad's been on a hunting trip."

"And he hasn't been home in a few days." Dean finished.

It was like a light bulb came on over Sam's head, you know, like that moment in a cartoon when a character realises something. "Jess, excuse us." Sam said. "We have to go outside."

The trio started their walk downstairs, Sam trying to argue against him going with them. It wasn't until Sam said that he was done hunting that Scarlett got involved. "So what, you're not even going to help? Dad could really serious trouble!"

"It's dad, he's one tough son of a bitch. Besides, like I said to Dean, he's done this before, and I'm not getting back into hunting for that. I swore I was done hunting." Sam replied.

"Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean replied, before he and Scarlett walked out the door.

"Yeah? When I told dad I was scared of the thing in my closet he gave me a .45." Sam replied. Scarlett let out a sigh and shoved open the door, leaving her older brother's alone. She knew this was a lost cause, she knew Sam wouldn't come with them, even though their dad might be in danger. God, everything about the job was danger. She found that out pretty quickly when she first encountered a supernatural creature.

She was eight years old and bored out of her mind. Her brothers were out on a trip with their dad that day, leaving Scarlett alone in the motel room with the strict instructions to 'not open the door to anyone and to not leave the room'. But she was bored, hungry, and going to the vending machine beside the motel, so it wasn't like she was going to get lost or something. Besides, Scarlett was just hoping to be like two minutes at the vending machine.

Scarlett pulled out the dollars she had stuffed in her book and opened the door, looking from side to side before closing it. She went to the vending machine, getting Reese's' and Cola, before hearing a growl. She stiffened, every instinct telling her to run and run fast, but her curiosity got the better of her. She turned and walked towards the noise. "Hello?"

A pair of dark red eyes, shining from the bushes, answered her.

Now was the time to run.

She turned and started to sprint, but wasn't fast enough. Something large knocked her to the ground, making her chin smack against the concrete. She kicked and screamed but the thing pulled her back, growling above her, teeth sharp and drool dripping from its mouth. It clawed at her back as it tried to flip her over.

A gunshot rang through the street and the creature fell on top of her, making Scarlett whimper in fear.

"Scarlett!" John Winchester barked, kneeling down beside her and checking her over. "Are you alright?"

"You okay Red?" Dean asked, kneeling beside her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-" She sobbed, wrapping her arms around her dad's neck and sobbing in fear.

"It's okay, baby girl." John said, rubbing her back. "It's okay."

She leaned against the car, snapping to attention when her brothers came outside. "The weapons training and melting the silver into bullets. Man Dean, we were raised like warriors." Sam said.

"Yeah, but we saved people!" Scarlett replied.

"That's not the point!" Sam said.

"Yeah, so, what are you going to do? Are you going to live some normal apple pie life? Is that it?" Dean asked.

"No, not normal." Sam replied. "Safe."

"And that's why you ran away." Dean commented, before turning to Scarlett. "Can you believe this?" She was silent.

"I went to college. It was dad who said if I was going to go, I should stay gone." Sam replied. "And that's what I'm doing."

"Well, dad's in real trouble right now. He's not dead already, I can feel it." Dean replied. "I can't do this alone."

"Hey!"

"Sorry, we can't do this alone." He added.

"Yes you both can." Sam replied.

"Yeah, well, I don't want to." Dean said. "And Red doesn't either, even if she doesn't say it." Scarlett shot him a glare for revealing the information. Dean just shrugged.

Sam hesitated. "What was he hunting?" Scarlett turned and pulled her backpack from the backseat, grabbing the tape recorder and brown envelope before throwing it back. "So when dad left why didn't you two go with him?"

"Me and Red were working our own gig, this, uh, voodoo thing down in New Orleans." Dean explained. Scarlett frowned, remembering the pain from getting thrown into a wall by the weird voodoo lady. "Red, have you got the folder?"

"Yep." She replied.

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourselves?" Sam said, clearly surprised.

"I'm twenty-six, dude." Dean replied.

"And I'm seventeen, I can look after myself." Scarlett scowled at Sam. He didn't reply, just frowned slightly.

"Give me that." Dean said, taking the brown envelope from Scarlett. He pulled out the articles she had printed off, shuffling through them for a moment. "Alright, here we go. So, dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy…" He handed the page to Sam. "They found his car but he vanished. Completely MIA."

"So, maybe he was kidnapped?" Sam suggested.

"Why would dad look into this if it was just a normal kidnapping?" Scarlett asked.

"Point taken." Sam replied.

Dean continued. "Here's another one in April." He went on, telling showing Sam each of the other witness reports. "All men, all same five mile stretch of road. Started happening more, so dad went to look around. That was about three weeks ago. Red and I haven't heard from him since, which is bad enough. Then I get this voicemail yesterday." He looked up at Scarlett, who threw him the tape recorder, before pressing play.

The trio listened to the voicemail, before Sam said "You know there's EVP on that?"

"Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean replied, before playing him the other recording. Sam's eyes widened, realising that this was right up their street. "You know, in six years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing."

Scarlett and Dean watched Sam, waiting for his reaction. "Alright, I'll go." Sam said, making a smile come across Scarlett's face. "I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday." The smile promptly dropped. Of course he wasn't staying.

"What's first thing Monday?" Dean asked.

"I have this…I have an interview." Sam replied.

"Skip it." Dean said. "Job interview? Skip it."

"It's a law school interview and it's my whole future on a plate." Sam said.

"Law school." Dean repeated. "You hear that Red?"

"Law school." She replied, letting out a sigh.

"So we got a deal or not?" Sam asked.

"Fine, we got a deal." Dean replied. Sam turned and went to pack his things, while Dean elbowed Scarlett, who was staring into space. "You okay kid?"

"Fine." She grunted.

There was a moment of silence as Dean studied her. "You thought he was going to stay, didn't you?"

She looked at him, raising her eyebrow. "Why would I think that? You heard him, big man's going to law school." She replied, hating the way her voice broke in the middle. She got into her car, ignoring her brother's calls. "I said I'm fine!" She snapped.

The conversation ended.

The Next Day

At some point in the ride to Jericho, Scarlett had fallen asleep with her head against the window. She awoke with a start when Dean turned the music up loud. "What the fuck?" She screeched.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty! Got breakfast!" He said, throwing a packet of chips to the backseat. Sam chuckled. "What about you, Sammy?"

"No." He replied. "How'd you pay for that stuff? Dad still running credit card scams?" Sam asked.

"No, we use all the money that people give us." Scarlett deadpanned. "Oh wait."

Dean snorted. "Hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career. Besides, it's not our fault if they send us stuff, we just apply."

"And what names did you write on the applications this time?" Sam asked.

"Bert Afraiman, his son Hector and daughter Pat." Dean replied. "Red's first credit card, what a happy occasion." Scarlett snorted.

Sam didn't reply for a moment, instead going through Dean's music. "Dude, you got to update your cassette tape collection."

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Well, for one: they're cassette tapes. Two: Black Sabbath, Motorhead, Metallica?" Sam said.

Scarlett laughed. "I already tried Sammy."

"But come on, it's the greatest hits of mullet rock!" Sam protested.

"Rules of the house: Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole." Dean replied. Scarlett just smiled, pulling out her headphones and scrolling through her iPod. She picked The Black Keys and smirked when Sam turned around to protest to her when Dean turned the music up too loud.

"Music's too loud!" She replied before shrugging at him.

"You two are the worst!"

Later that day

Sam and Dean headed to the bridge, while Scarlett went into the town, trying to find any more information about the latest victim. A few minutes after she arrived, Dean sent her a text telling her about the latest victim, Troy. She spotted a girl putting up posters of the missing boy, so Scarlett quickly made her way over to the girl. She tapped her shoulder and gave her a smile. "Can I help you?" The girl asked.

"Hi, I'm Sophie Conners. I'm a reporter with The Vancouver Courier and I'm doing a story on Troy's disappearance. I noticed you putting up posters so I assume you know him."

"Yeah, I'm his girlfriend, Amy." She replied. "You look kind of young to be a reporter."

Scarlett gave her a wide smile; she knew she didn't really look like a reporter. Seventeen years old and wearing jeans with holes in the knees, battered combat boots, an old AC/DC top and her favourite leather jacket. Yeah, she really didn't look like a reporter, but hey, the other girl didn't have to know that. "I get that a lot. I'm just starting out anyway."

"But why would they be interested on running a story about Troy? And how do you know about him anyway?" She asked.

"News travels fast." Scarlett replied. "Besides, we want him to be found just as quickly as you do, so we thought we would do a story on him. It would go out to more people and get more people looking for him. We want him to be found just as quickly as you do."

Amy sighed and nodded. "Okay, okay. What do you want to know?"

"What happened on that night he disappeared?" Scarlett asked.

"I was talking to him on the phone and then he said he had to go and that he would call me right back." She sniffed. "He never did. That was the last time I spoke to him. Then they found his car on Centennial Bridge this morning." She explained.

"Maybe it was that woman who took him." Another girl piped in. She was putting up missing posters as well.

"What woman?" Scarlett asked.

The girl joined them. "There was this woman who got murdered on Centennial like years ago. Supposedly, she's still out there and she hitchhikes. Whoever picks her up, well they disappear forever."

"Really?" Scarlett asked, her interest peaked. This sounded right up her family's street.

"It's a local legend." Amy added. "All those people disappeared and people talk. They came up with that story and it spread around."

"Okay, well thank you for your help." Scarlett said.

Amy pulled out a scrap of paper and scrawled something down on it, before handing it to Scarlett. "That's my number if you need to know anything else about Troy."

"Thank you. I will give you call if I need to. Again, thank you for your help!" Scarlett said, before walking away. As soon as she was far enough away, she pulled out her phone and called Dean. "So get this, apparently there's this legend that a woman, who died decades ago, hitchhikes with someone and then that person is never seen again."

"Son of a bitch. Nice work kid. Where are you? We'll pick you up." Dean said. Scarlett told them the street she was on. Her brothers came a few minutes later and they went to the library to research more on this woman.

"So this is where Constance to the swan dive?"

It was now the night and the trio were standing on the bridge. "Do you think dad would have been here?" Sam asked.

"Well, he chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean replied as Scarlett ran her hands through her wavy brown hair.

"So, now what?" Sam asked.

"So we keep digging until we find him, might take a while." Dean replied.

"We could go up to her house, see if-"

Sam cut off her suggestion. "I told you guys, I have to be back by Monday."

"We'll get you back by Monday." Scarlett said. "Calm yourself."

"The interview." Dean added. "I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? Think you're going to become some lawyer, marry your girl." Scarlett frowned. Sure, she was still angry at Sam but Dean was being kind of harsh.

"Maybe. Why not?" Sam asked.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you?" Dean asked. "Does she know about you? The things you've done?"

"Hey stop." Scarlett said warningly.

"No, and she's not ever going to know." Sam replied.

"Well, that's healthy." Dean said. "You can pretend all you want Sammy, but sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are."

"And who's that?" Sam asked.

"One of us!" Dean replied. Scarlett rolled her eyes and followed her brother with a huff, sensing an oncoming fight between the pair. They always fought when they were younger and Scarlett was always caught in between the pair, even if she didn't want to.

"No, I'm not like you." San replied, going past Scarlett to stand in front of Dean. "This is not going to be my life."

"Can you guys quit it?" They ignored her.

"You have a responsibility." Dean snapped.

"To dad and his crusade?" Sam asked. "If it weren't for pictures, Scarlett wouldn't know what she looked like."

Scarlett frowned at his words. They were true. Her mom had died a few weeks after she was born, leaving her with no memory of her mother. Sam told her what he could remember, stories of a loving, kind mom who used to sing Hey Jude to get them to sleep. Dean and her dad didn't like to talk to her for the first few years of her life. When she was eight Dean started to talk about her and gave her a picture, which she still kept in her book. It wasn't until her tenth birthday that her father started to talk about her mom. He gave Scarlett her mom's charm bracelet that she rarely took off.

"I can barely remember her." Sam continued. "What difference does it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone and she isn't coming back."

Dean grabbed Sam by the collar and slammed him into the side of the bridge. "Hey, stop it!" She exclaimed, grabbing Dean's arm to pull him off Sam.

Dean ignored her. "Don't talk about her like that." He growled.

"Stop." Scarlett added. Dean finally pulled away.

He turned and Scarlett let out a sigh, watching the pair closely in case something erupted again. There had been fights before but nothing this big. "Sam, Red." Dean said, grabbing their attention. They looked over in his direction and saw a woman standing on the bridge, watching in horror as the woman took a swan dive.

Shit.

The three sprinted to the other side and looked over the edge for the woman, Dean asking "Where'd she go?"

"I don't know." Sam replied.

Dean's car then turned on by itself.

Yeah, Scarlett didn't know either.

"Please tell me you started the car." Scarlett said, staring at the car in front of them.

"I wish I could." Dean replied, holding up the car keys.

Then things got weird.

The car actually started to drive by itself.

"Run." Scarlett said, shoving her brothers back. "Run!" They sprinted down the bridge as the car sped after them. Scarlett's heart pounded in her chest. She had encountered a lot of weird things in her time. Cars driving by themselves wasn't one of them. Her hand was suddenly grabbed by Sam, who pulled her over the edge of the bridge.

"What the fu-"

Her screech was cut off as she grabbed onto Sam, the tugging making her groan in pain. "You okay Red?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." She groaned. "Help me up." He tugged her up so she was sitting on the bridge beside him. There was something realised and her heart dropped. Where the hell was Dean? The pair started to call him, the worry building in Scarlett's chest.

"What!"

Scarlett let out a sigh of relief as her brother answered their calls. "You okay?" Scarlett called at the same moment Sam asked if he was alright.

"I'm super!" He called, giving them the sign to say he was okay. Scarlett and Sam exchanged a relieved look before they both scrambled back onto the bridge.

"Car alright?" Sam asked a few minutes later. Dean had gotten back to the bridge and smelt like he needed a shower. A long one. For a good few hours because ew.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now." Dean said. "That Constance chick, WHAT A BITCH!" Dean yelled.

"You smell like shit." Scarlett added.

"Thank you captain obvious, not like I haven't figured that one out already." Dean snapped.

"Well, Constance doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." Sam said, changing the subject. "So where to now genius?" The three sat on the car in silence until Sam added "You smell like a toilet."

"Red's already told me!" Dean exclaimed.

"Just felt like telling you." Sam replied, giving him a smile.

"I hate you both." Dean deadpanned.

"Love you too big brother!" Scarlett said in a sickly sweet voice.

"Oh you love me, do ya? Well, why don't I just give you a hug?" Dean said, coming towards his sister.

Scarlett jumped away from him as Dean came towards her. "You stay away from me, shithead!"

"Aw come on, let me give you a big hug!" Dean said, chasing after her. Scarlett shrieked as she ran away. Sam watched, crying with laughter.

He missed this.

Well, this is my first Supernatural fic and I hope you enjoyed it! I realise that sisfics are overdone and all that but I really wanted to write one.