Warnings: Language, violence, mild nudity
"Kid, you better thank your lucky stars that I was a medic back in the day." Jim laughed as they laid Kevin out on the table. The less they had to go to hospitals, the better. If they could fix it in house, they did. Jim was usually the deciding factor if the nurse practitioner they had on the payroll needed to step in.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna die. Oh shit!" Kevin cried.
"Yeah, no such luck today honor student." Dean told him. "It looks like it's just a shoulder wound. You're gonna be fine." He looked over to see Jo coming in, carrying Jim's bag.
"Anything else I can do?" Jo asked, handing the bag off to Jim.
"Glass of scotch please my dear." Jim laughed. Kevin's eyes were wide.
"You're drinking now?!" Kevin yelled.
"I do must best surgery when I'm not sober." Jim teased. Kevin looked over at Dean.
"Don't let him work on me!" Kevin begged. Dean just laughed some.
"Man, it looks like just a graze. Barely gonna leave a scar." Caleb assured Kevin. "One lucky son of a bitch!" Jo came up to Jim with the glass of scotch and a bottle. Jim smiled and took the glass.
"Thank you love." He took a swig of the scotch. "Would you like some Kevin. It might help with your nerves." Kevin took the bottle from Jo and took a big drink, coughing as he did. Jim started to examine Kevin's arm then. It didn't seem that the bullet had actually entered him, just grazed him. While a bit of the blood had come from that, it was also from Kevin falling down and scraping himself against the ground. Thankfully, this was just a case of Jim needed to clean and stitch the wounds.
"Who the fuck was that?" Cas asked Dean as they stood by with Benny and Garth, watching as Jim and Caleb took care of Kevin. "I didn't see any markings or anything." Jo stood by Jim's side, ready to help with anything.
"Could Lydia be screwing around with someone from another club?" Benny asked.
"Probably, but she would've been close by to watch the damage." Dean said. "What about Gordon?"
"Caleb and Jim know him better than we do." Garth explained. Bobby came in then.
"I leave for five god damn minutes and you guys turn Wolfpine into the Old West?" Bobby asked. "Who was it?"
"That's what we were just discussing." Dean told him. "What were you doing?"
"Working a deal with a dealer next county over." Bobby explained. He watched as Jim finished up his neat stitches and poured some alcohol over them one last time to make sure that they were clean. "They got the prospect?"
"Yeah. Saved me from gettin' it." Benny told him.
"Think it's got anything to do with Sam's disappearance?" Garth asked. "I mean, Caleb and Jim just came back from snooping out there and they said that someone from a new club threatened them."
"Gotta get Ash to look into some dirt on this new club or whatever." Bobby told them. "Got a couple deals going down with some assholes from Houston and El Paso. Fuck, I'm getting too old for this shit." Bobby grabbed himself a beer and headed out to the garage to talk with Ellen. "And somebody make sure that the fucking prospect gets his bonus for taking one for the club." With that, Bobby left. Jim took off his gloves and threw them in the bag provided by Jo.
"Damn son, that felt good." He laughed. "We're gonna get you some good shit prospect. You'll be just fine." But Kevin had passed out, not really one to hold his liquor. "Well, that was easy enough."
"Let the kid sleep for a bit. I'll take him home later." Benny said. "Least I can do."
"Just hope you don't run into that mom of his." Garth said. "Dean would probably think she was hot. Maybe he should take the prospect home." Him and Benny walked out then. Dean stopped Cas.
"What's his mom look like?" He asked.
"You know those Busty Asian Beauties that you read?" Cas asked. "She looks like the centerfold." Cas walked out. Dean let out a whistle.
"God damn, I gotta see her then." He said, following them out.
It was close to dawn when Dean and Bobby pulled up outside the trailer that Ash Harberton lived in. With Dean's bike out of commission, the two had decided that the Impala was the best route. First it was John's, then it was Dean's. If Dean didn't ride his bike everywhere, he was with his baby.
"Sure he's home?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, he's there." Bobby said. They got out of the car and made their way up the metal steps to the front door. Dean knocked loudly, hoping it could be heard over the noises coming from inside. A few minutes later, the sound of locks clicking could be heart and Ash opened the door.
Naked as naked could be.
"Dean. Bobby. Hey." Ash said. Dean and Bobby turned their heads.
"Hey Ash." Dean said, trying to look anywhere else.
"Guess I better put some pants on." He said.
"That's a great idea." Bobby replied. Ash disappeared into the living room, leaving the door open. Dean and Bobby slowly made their way in as he pulled on a pair of MIT sweatpants and a matching hoodie.
"What can I do for you two gents?" Ash asked as he tossed himself back into a beanbag chair in front of his large TV. Bobby looked around and found a portion of the couch that didn't have stuff all over it and took that seat. Dean opted to stand.
"We've heard some rumors about a new club that's trying to cause trouble with us. Based somewhere out in California. Possibly the Palo Alto area." Bobby explained. "We want you to see what you can find about them."
"Do you have anything to go on?" Ash asked. "A name? Something?"
"Just that we're pretty sure they just shot at us." Dean told him. "Hit the prospect."
"Shit, they got Kevin?" Ash asked. "He's a pretty cool kid." Ash froze for a second. "Wait a second, Sam was in Palo Alto. You don't think they got him to send a message to you guys, do you?"
"Why send a message if you're not going to display your name for everyone to see?" Bobby asked. Ash nodded.
"Good point." He turned off his Xbox and went to a very nice computer setup on the other side of the living room. He started typing things in faster than Dean thought possibly, bringing things up to look over the double monitors. Dean paid close attention to some of the things that were popping up, hoping to maybe catch Sam's name somewhere.
"Well, what I can gather is that this club is not in Palo Alto, but looks like they're around the Los Angeles area." Ash said. "I'm trying to figure anything out about them, but either they are extremely new or they're very secretive."
"Did you get a name?" Bobby asked.
"Uh, looks like they're called Wayward Sons or something like that. Wonder if they're a charter of Samcro."
"Is that all you got?" Dean asked.
"That's all I can find right now." Ash said. "Give me a day or so. I'll try to find more." Bobby got up and patted Ash's arm.
"Thanks Ash." Bobby said. "Let us know." Ash just nodded and got to work on digging. Bobby motioned for Dean to follow him out of the trailer. They walked out, Dean following behind Bobby to the Impala.
"What do you think?" Dean asked.
"I highly doubt that some little no name group from California decided to come to Texas and shoot at us." Bobby said. "They might have something to do with Sam's disappearance, but I don't think they did the shooting."
"I bet it was the Horsemen." Dean said. "Little assholes don't stay dead for long. They're like fucking cockroaches."
"We'll get to the bottom of all of this." Bobby assured Dean. "We've got a lot to figure out." Dean nodded.
"I've gotta find Sammy." Dean said. "If those bastards did anything to him…"
"If they did, and that's a big if, they have more than just you to deal with." Bobby told Dean. "I'm sure I can vouch for everyone at the club that they wouldn't mind taking turns hitting a Horseman piñata. But you get the first hit." They got in the Impala then and took off, heading back to the garage for the night. They had things that needed to be discussed, information to be shared, and plans to be made.
