Hey guys, I probably shouldn't be writing this when I literally haven't updated anything in fucking eons but honestly SOA has been my fucking shit lately and I can't get this out of my head so I'm sharing it with y'all. Enjoy !

It was one of those parties after a long day and a lost member. Donna's death hit everyone hard but no one could understand what Opie was feeling, not even Jax, but he was there with the rest of the club because he needed his family. They were all he had left.

Gemma was sitting in Clay's lap, Juice and Chibs were at the bar and Tig was making rounds around the club house. Jax and Tara were watching Ope as he sat with his kids near a pool table. Piney sat in the back of the club house staring into his glass of whiskey. Friends and family milled about, drinking, eating, and smoking. Coming and going, but none of them were unwanted, all welcome in the club house.

Then a girl walked in. One of those 'I could be a porn star but I'm not' types that wears their shirts above their belly buttons and their ass cheeks below their short seems. She wasn't a sweetbutt from what Jax knew, he had never seen her before. The odd thing about it wasn't how hot she was or how unfamiliar she was, it was how she stood in the middle of the club house and looked straight at Piney.

Her eyes turned black, she grabbed the nearest person, a mechanic for the club, slit their throat and laughed. Before anyone could do anything, react in any sort of way her head whipped toward the ceiling and thick black smoke ripped out of her throat. The girl fell to the ground motionless but Jax shot her in the head for good measure. People were screaming and Opie's kids were crying and Piney looked like he had just seen a ghost. Only it wasn't a ghost.

Later:

Sitting around the table Piney and Opie were the only ones who didn't look confused and scared. Gemma and Tara sat behind Clay and Jax, Gemma was holding Tara's hand.

"Is everyone gone home and safe?" Clay finally asked.

Juice nodded, "Prospects just confirmed it. They're having Jim cremated as we speak."

"Good," Clay rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed, "I honestly don't know what the fuck to say."

"I think Piney does." Jax voiced, and the table looked to the old man.

"Why do you say that?" Clay asked.

"That crazy bitch looked right at him while she slit Jim's throat, that's why."

Clay raised his eyebrows and Piney let out a sigh, looked to Opie who just nodded, and then looked back to the club.

"You and Ope seem pretty relaxed, I gotta say." Tig ventured.

"We're not relaxed," Piney grunted, "We're just not surprised."

"And before any of you say it, this doesn't have to do with Donna's death." Opie mumbled.

"Care to explain?" Clay asked.

"Demons." Piney said, "Don't look at me like that," he added, "You all saw it and you're not crazy."

"I know it's difficult to wrap your head around, but we were all there. We saw her eyes and we saw the smoke, there's no denying it." Opie put in.

There was a lot of mumbling and gasping and swearing.

"This is feckin bull shiet." Chibs breathed.

"How do you two know about this?" Bobby asked, getting to point and keeping his calm.

"JT and Clay weren't the only ones I served with in Vietnam." Piney said, "A man named John Winchester saved my life once, but it wasn't in the war. When Opie and I were living a few towns away when he was real small John came through town with his boys and stayed with us for a week and a half."

"They were hunting something." Opie barely whispered.

"Hunting something?" Gemma asked.

"Wudn't a demon," Piney said, "Some damn thing called a Rugaru. Turned out to be the mailman, tried to eat me alive when John had gone out on a lead. He came back just in time to set the damn thing on fire."

"That's how we learned about it, all of it. The monsters, and ghosts, and demons."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Jax breathed.

Piney slammed his hand on the table, "This ain't a god damn joke boy. Y'all don't need to know much about most of it because Charming's always seemed to be calm, but one thing's for sure, this demon knows who I am. I'm sorry to bring this on Charming."

Opie put a hand on his dad's shoulder and then looked at everyone else, "We don't have the means to fight demons or the proper know how, not at the club and nowhere in Charming."

"Can you contact this John Winchester?" Clay asked.

Piney shook his head, "He died a couple years back but I know someone we can call. A good friend of John's and mine, Bobby Singer."

"Do it," Clay and Jax said at the same time, and Jax continued, "We need to take care of this. We don't need this kind of shit in Charming, especially something that'll attract cops."

Piney nodded.

-x-

Bobby and Sam were sitting in his living room while Dean was tinkering on Baby out in the garage. Sam finished the sandwich he was eating and downed the rest of his beer. Bobby turned away from the window, "Are you sure he's alright?"

Sam shook his head, "He's not okay, but I think he'll be alright."

That shouldn't have made sense to either of them but it did.

Then Bobby's phone rang—well one of them. He looked to his selection of phones and it was his old help line. No one had called him on that phone in almost ten years. Sam raised his eyebrows and Bobby shrugged before walking over to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Is this Bobby Singer?"

"Who's askin?"

"Piney Winston."

A small grin pushed its way onto Bobby's face, "Well I'll be damned."

"Surprised to hear from me?"

"You could say that. I'm guessin' there's a reason for this untimely call?"

Piney sighed over the receiver, "Seems we've got a demon problem here in Charming."

Bobby chuckled darkly, "Seems to be a demon problem in a lot of places."

"This demon seems to know who I am."

"Interestin'. Well, the boys and I could use a good road trip, we'll head out ASAP, and keep you posted."

"Boys? John's boys?"

"Yeah, you thought John was a good hunter? His boys are twice as good as their old man was. I'm sure they'll be jonesin' to say hi to you and your kid."

Sam looked up at Bobby with a raised eyebrow and shook his head at the compliment Bobby was paying him and his brother.

"I'm glad they turned out alright." Piney said, "See you when I see you, but if ya can hurry it up then do so because I got a club full o'psyched out bikers."

Bobby said goodbye and hung up the phone just as Dean was walking in. Wiping his hands on an old rag he looked at Sam and then to Bobby.

"Got a case?"

Sam shrugged and Bobby nodded and crossed his arms.

"Piney Winston just called me."

Dean smiled and Sam raised his eyebrows, "No shit?"

"Piney Winston?" Sam asked, "From California right?"

"That's right Sammy, you were what? Four when Dad brought us there?"

Sam nodded.

"Dad and I worked a case close to his old cabin while you were at Stanford but Opie wasn't there that time." Dean mused.

Bobby nodded, "Piney called me a few times as well. He's good people."

"So what's the deal?"

"Demon problem. One that seems to remember Piney."

"When're we leavin?" Dean asked.

"As soon as we can."

-x-

Piney pulled his bike into the club's lot, grabbed his oxygen bag, and trudged into the club house. The rest of them were waiting at church. He pushed the heavy wooden doors open and sat in the only empty seat left, directly across from Clay.

"What's the verdict?" Clay asked.

"Called Bobby. He and the boys are on the way."

"Sam and Dean?" Opie asked, "They still hunt?"

Piney nodded, "It's all they've known boy."

"And we can trust them?" Tig asked.

Piney nodded, "I'd trust Bobby with my life, and if those boys are as good at what they do as he says they are then I trust them as well."

Jax and Clay nodded, "How long til' they get here?"

"Bobby's place is in South Dakota. They left yesterday morning and they're drivin' straight through. Should be here tomorrow morning first thing."

"Good," Clay nodded, "I'm guessing we don't need to vote on this?"

Everyone nodded and they headed out into the club house to take care of various things. Jax fell into step next Opie as they headed towards the roof of the club. Once they were up there they both lit a cigarette.

"You know these guys?"

Opie shrugged, "I was six when the Rugaru attacked Dad. It was a tough week but Sam and Dean helped. Sam was only three or four, he probably doesn't even remember me. He was sick or something I think. Dean was eight but acted like he was twelve. He really kept his cool while he watched out for Sam and me."

"Have you seen them since?"

Opie shook his head and took a drag from his cigarette, "Nah, last time Dean and his dad came round they helped Piney out up at his cabin. I was in lock up."

"This is some crazy shit man."

"Yeah, I know. I haven't seen anything like it since I was little. I was almost convinced it was a dream until that demon walked in after Donna's funeral."

Jax dripped some ashes next to his shoes, "You okay, Ope?"

Opie shrugged, "I miss Donna man, but I'll be alright. It hurts but we've got bigger fish right now. I've gotta be strong for my kids too, yah know?"

"Yeah," Jax sighed, "I've got a fucking baby boy dude. How am I supposed to raise Abel knowing there's shit like this out there?"

"You got me."

-x-

As they drove over the California state lines Bobby finished cleaning some guns in the back seat and Sam woke up. He wiped drool off the passenger side window and cleared his throat.

"So you remember Piney and his kid?" Sam asked Dean.

Dean nodded, keeping his eye on the road.

"Opie was only six when we stayed with them. He was almost as small as you though. You two were some pair man, shaggy haired lil runts."

Sam grinned, "I don't remember much."

"You were sick. You had the flu and Piney cooked up some whacko concoction of honey and whiskey. You were basically black out drunk the entire time."

Bobby snorted, "Best damn cure for anything, that's what that is. S'called a Hot tottie."

"Anyways," Dean continued, "The Rugaru barged in while dad was out on a lead. I had y'all locked in a closet together. I stood outside the door while Piney stood in front of me. He was armed with a lighter and some bug spray. I had Dad's old buck knife. Dad got back just as it jumped Piney. Scorched him before he could get a bite out of him."

"Damn." Sam mumbled, "So I did some research."

Dean chuckled, "Well ain't that a surprise."

Sam ignored him and Bobby spoke up, "About what?"

"Charming." Sam answered, "Bobby, did you know Piney is one of the nine founding members of an outlaw motorcycle club?"

The old man nodded, "SAMCRO."

"Sam crow?" Dean asked.

"Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club: Redwood Original."

"Ain't that a mouthful."

"Tough group o'guys. They ain't fond of strangers, it's a big sign of trust that they're accepting our help. If Piney hadn't been the one to suggest our coming to help they probably wouldn't have agreed to it."

"Let's hope everyone works together then." Sam mused.

"Yeah," Dean grunted, "I just wanna kill some demons not people."

-x-

Jax poked his head in to one of the back rooms at the club, "Hey Piney, you got a minute?"

"Hey Jax, sure come on in."

Jax opened the door to reveal Juice and they walked in slowly. Piney raised an eyebrow.

"I had Juice look up your friends."

Piney sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose but let them continue.

"You're friend Bobby's clean," Juice said but cringed a little, "But Sam and Dean Winchester have a wrap sheet that rivals any of ours, Piney."

"Like what?" Piney asked.

"Theft, credit card fraud, murder, grave robbing. I could go on."

"That's some weird shit Piney," Jax said, "Are you sure we can trust those guys?"

The older man nodded, "100%. Whatever it says on there is most likely only half true. Their dad had a wrap sheet pretty like those. Grave robbing comes with the job as does the credit card fraud. They don't get paid yah know."

"But what about the murder? Theft?" Juice asked.

"Hooey." Piney assured them, "Caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Don't get me wrong boys, Sam and Dean are dangerous, but they save people. They do more good then SAMCRO ever has."

Jax nodded, "Thanks Juice. Give us a minute?" Juice nodded and left the room. Piney raised his eyebrows at his vice president.

"I talked to Opie the other day."

Piney nodded, "The incident when he was young really shook him up for a while."

"He saw it?"

Piney nodded, "Some of it. Dean, the older boy, he took care of Opie in a way I've never seen a little kid take care of anyone." He looked up at Jax, "John Winchester was a good man but he wasn't the best father. Dean had been raising Sam long before he was old enough to understand much, and he took Opie under his wing just the same. Saved my ass too."

"He was eight?" Jax asked in awe.

"The way Bobby Singer talked Jax, these boys, they're a force to reckon with. I know you don't know much about the world of hunters but let's just say that hunters look at these boys the way other MC's look at us."

Jax pressed his lips together. After hearing that he couldn't be more ready for them to arrive. Seeing that demon has really shaken him, and he doesn't get shaken by much.

The next morning:

Everyone slept at the club that night besides Tara who had taken Abel and stayed with Gemma for the night.

Juice was making the club breakfast when a loud rumbling echoes through the windows. Jax peered outside.

"Someone here?" Clay asked.

"Yeah. Oldie, Chevy Impala, black, a pretty one too. Three guys, two young and an older one with a beard, pulling up now."

"That'll be Bobby and the boys." Piney said, "I'll bring em' in."

Piney hooked his oxygen bag on his shoulder and headed out into the club house's parking lot. Bobby got out first.

"Bobby Singer," Piney smiled and gave the man a gruff hug.

"Piney," Bobby grinned and shook his hand when they separated, "Age getting' to ya?"

Piney chuckled, "Got that right." He patted the oxygen bag as Dean and Sam got out of the impala. Piney didn't know what he was expecting but he had never gotten the image of Sam and Dean as small frightened boys out of his head.

They were both taller than John had been and were as handsome as ever.

"Holy shit." Piney smiled, "You boys got big, didn't chya?"

Dean grinned, "Hey Piney, Dean, and you remember Sam?"

"Of course, only he wasn't the size of a god damned big foot last I saw him."

"It's nice to see you again," Sam smiled, "To be honest I don't really remember much the last time we crossed paths."

Piney waved him off.

"Let's get to it then?" he asked, "Follow me."

The boys and Bobby followed Piney into the building that was labeled, "Teller-Morrow Auto" and was surprised to find a dark wooded bar covered in SAMCRO paraphernalia and other old photographs. Standing around the large room was a group of gruff looking bikers wearing black leather cuts, a reaper resting on each back. The smell of bacon and eggs was still fresh in the air and a lot of them were holding mugs of coffee.

"SAMCRO this is Bobby Singer, and Sam and Dean Winchester." Bobby and Dean nodded and Sam gave a small wave.

"Bobby, boys, this is SAMCRO. Jax Teller our VP, Clay Morrow our president, Tig, Juice, Bobby Elvis, Happy, Chibs, Half-sack, and my son Opie."

Opie nodded towards them and Dean's jaw dropped and he grinned, "Well shit Piney, didn't know y'all had a Sasquatch ridin' with you!"

The club erupted in laughter and Opie grinned, "Shut up, Winchester."

Jax walked forwards and offered them a handshake, "We're grateful for your help. Charming doesn't need this demon shit, and frankly we could use as little attention as possible."

"We're happy to help." Sam nodded.

"You boys hungry?" Clay asked, "Juicey's cookin up some grub and there's a fresh pot of joe ready."

Before Bobby and Sam could say anything Dean nodded and rubbed his stomach, "Can't say no to that."

As they settled and became acquainted with the club the boys and Bobby's tenseness eased. Piney let them know they didn't need to stay at a motel, the club would host them for as long as they were in town. Opie walked over to the boys once everything has calmed down a smidge and offered them both a gruff hug.

"Damn Opie, you're fucking massive." Dean chuckled.

"And Sam isn't?" he joked and Sam smiled shyly.

"You got me there." Dean chuckled.

"So you guys never stopped hunting." Opie ventured.

Dean shook his head, his mouth was full of bacon, so Sam answered, "Dad was killed by a demon a couple years back. You never really get out of the life."

"I get that." Opie ran his hand through his greasy hair and scratched his beard, "I tried to get out of SAMCRO after I got out of lock up. No such luck."

Chibs walked over to them before Dean could ask anything else, "You boys ready to go to Church?" the scottsman asked.

So this is what I have so far! I have sooooo much in my head but this chapter is already so fucking long and I need to go to bed. Anyways, hope y'all like it! Read and Review, One love. Liz.