AN: this is my first fanfic and its a crossover on top of that. ive tried to get as close as I can to sam dean and jax, but I know other people see them differently, so if you have any suggestions or think that I didn't get them just right please review and I will try to make them better.

Also, I know how frustrating it can get when you are reading a story and the author isn't updating quick enough so I will try to keep that in mind but I ask that you please bare with me because I can get some severe writers block sometimes.

Like I said, this is my very first fanfic so constructive criticism, is welcome.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural, or sons of anarchy, sadly. But Megan is mine.

He was in trouble. He knew it. This wasn't something Jax was going to be able to smooth talk his way out of this time. He had killed Clay and even though the club knew exactly why they saw it as Jax doing the same thing Clay had done. They saw it as an attempt to get the presidents chair. Clay had killed his father, tried to kill him and his family, what Jax did was to honor his family, but the club didn't see it like that.

His boys, he knew the club wouldn't hurt them, but if they took away their father, what would that do to them? How would that change them?

Jax was sitting in his prison cell, waiting for the attack he knew would come. The club wanted him taken care of. They saw him as a rabid dog and figured that he should be put down like one. When Jax had been arrested on a standard gun run, the club had seen their chance. Not that he blamed them, in the past years, and under the direction of Clay, the club had become something different then what his father had envisioned. Something twisted and evil, not at all like the close knit family that his father had hoped for. And Jax himself had become something he knew his father would be ashamed of. He wasn't a killer, well he didn't use to be. When he was younger and had just become a prospect, he had shied away from the violent tendencies his brothers shared; preferring the gentle authority that he got from his mom who had used it much to her success to become the queen. Never had he dreamed that one day the club he loved so much would turn him into a monster.

Monster. The thought triggered a memory from when he was 16 and he had met an actual monster.

Jax and Opie had been walking home from a late movie when the thing had cornered them in an alley, it was just about to snap Opie's neck right before his Jax's eyes when an older man, around Clay's age and a kid around his age, appeared out of nowhere and sliced the things head clean off without hesitation.

Jax and Opie had just stood there with identical looks of horror as the older man ordered what Jax figured was his son to clean up the body. The teenager snapped to attention and started movie the body towards the dumpster and covering it with flat cardboard boxes and trash.

Finally the older man looked towards them "you ok?" He asked softly.

That softness is what had Jax's back straightening and a hard gleam coming to his eyes. He didn't need anyone's pity, no matter how bizarre all this was. Jax took care of himself and needed no help to do it. He had been taking care of himself since his dad died and his mom had barely given a thought to jumping strait into bed with Clay. Not that Jax blamed his mother, it was in her nature to be the woman in charge. Not even Jax could argue that his mother was born for the position of Queen.

"We're fine." He said with a hard edge to his voice silently willing the older man to back off. He started walking away when he noticed Opie hadn't moved. Without turning around he said over his shoulder "Let's go Ope."

Opie still didn't move and just stared down at the body of the thing that had just tried to kill him, the thing that had come dangerously close to snapping his neck like a twig. "What is that thing?" He whispered so low that Jax had barely heard him.

"It's a vampire, son." The older man said in a rough voice, looking down at it. Then turning and facing Jax, "Do you boys need a ride home?"

Jax was about to refuse, saying that they were fine and didn't need help, but looking at Opie, he knew that Opie wouldn't make it the four miles to his house. So he just nodded and the older man led all of them out of the alley. When he stopped in front of a sleek black '67 Chevy impala Jax felt his jaw drop. From the ruggedness of their clothes, Jax had assumed that the father and son team drove around in some beat up piece of crap that barely run. But this? Just the sight of the car had him semi hard. Jax always loved cars. Engines were one thing he understood. He could just listen to an engine and tell what was wrong with it. When he worked with cars in the garage, that was where he'd felt a peace that he hadn't felt since Tommy died.

Opie and Jax got into the back seat while the father slid behind the wheel and the boy his age jumped in right next to his dad.

"I'm John, by the way," The man said "and this is my son Dean." Jax was right about the father son thing. Their attitude between each other suggested as much. Dean waved from the front seat.

Jax inclined his head towards the bronze haired boy. "I'm Jax, this is Opie." He explained. John turned the car over and Jax let out an audible groan. The engine was purring perfectly. Jax shifted in the seat trying to hide the tent in his baggy pants.

"She's a beauty ain't she?" Dean asked smiling at Jax's pleasure at the purr of his soon to be car.

It turned out that the father son team traveled around the U.S hunting down things like the vampire. They called it the family business. Dean became a kind of friend to Jax. Once they had left town, Dean had kept in touch with Jax through phone calls. Dean would update him about all the cool hunts and adventures that he went through weekly and Jax would tell him about what he thought was a boring life compared to Dean's. Jax eventually found out Dean had a brother who started hunting again after his girlfriend died. Jax had never met Deans little brother but knew Dean would do anything for him.

The proof of that came about a year ago when Sam (Dean's little brother) had picked up Deans phone when Jax had called. When Jax questioned where Dean was Sam sullenly told him that Dean had died.

Sam was surprised when Jax asked if it was a supernatural being that had finally gotten the better of his long time friend. Sam hadn't even heard of Jax Teller, and Dean never told anyone the truth about their 'job'. Sam told him everything, how Dean had sold his soul for his little brother's life and was now in hell. After Jax had hung up with Sam, he had actually been down and wouldn't talk to anyone, even Tara, and locked himself in a room at the club house with a bottle of whiskey and a carton of cigarettes.

After working through all those memories Jax worked out a plan. He's was going to need some help though. He got up off his cot and headed to where the phones were. It wasn't a high security prison so phones were available anytime.

He walked to an open phone with few people around so he wouldn't be over heard and dialed the number he had memorized hoping it was still in service. Sam had given Jax his number in case of an emergency but Jax knew that he changed his number a lot.

Thankfully Sam picked up on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sam, this is Jax. I need your help."

There was silence on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry but Jax who?" Sam asked.

Jax rolled his eyes and was about to answer when a completely different voice answered.

"Jax?" It questioned with recognition.

"Dean?!" Jax was surprised to say the least. "What the hell? Sam told me you were dead."

"I was. Somethings have happened. What's up man?"

"Nothing much just sitting in prison waiting to die." Jax meant it to be sarcastic and humorous but he flinched when it came out scared like a little kid.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I don't have time to explain I need your help." Jax told him where he was and Dean promised to be there the next day.