Title: Cowboys Always Ride Off In To The Sunset

Crossover: Sons Of Anarchy

Disclaimer: Owns Nothing.

Wayne Unser noticed right away the big black car, a polished up '67 Impala if he didn't miss his mark. Something about it made you want to lock the car doors when it pulled up next to you at night, while waiting out a traffic light.

And if he hadn't noticed the car, he wouldn't have missed the men riding around Charming in it. You'd know just by looking at them they weren't from around here.

Clay said not to worry about them, they were just friends of the MC. Piney vouched for them; he said he'd served with their father while in the Marines. Jax promised they weren't permanent. Gemma said they were just here to keep the peace.

Whatever that meant.

Unser was thinking he wasn't so sure about any of that as he watched them climb out of that black car. One was as big as a damn house, and the other looked like a solider still at war with the way he watched everything. Both were fairly clean cut, quiet, kept to themselves, and tipped the waitress nice when they dined. Still, something was dangerous about them. Not like the Sons, who were in your face with the shit. With these two you had to pay attention to see it.

And wasn't it just lucky that they showed up about the time the Sons' Prospects started dyeing off?

He watchs them walk into the diner and find a booth, before the waitress came over, pen and pad at the ready. Both friendly enough toward her.

A few booths down from them Unser takes a sip of his coffee. Nah, they didn't have the overt 'fuck off or get fucked up' attitude like the Sons, or the cuts or the tattoos. Whatever they did, they needed to blend in to do it. Made him wonder if they weren't hired guns.

Digging around turned up a lot more questions than answers about the two men. Unser rubs his forehead as Chibs passes him something a little strong than beer, as he sits at the bar.

"So it was Half-Sack doing the killings?" Unser asks, just to make sure he's got this outrageous story right. The only reason he was willing to believe it was because he'd come in and seen the dead prospect with Clay and Tig slammed against the wall. "And these Winchester's? You called them in to handle this?"

"Yeah" Piney nods. "Their old man? We were Marines together. Never for a second believed Winchester was on to something when he was talking crazy after his old lady burned up." He stares into his drink. "Not until this shit anyway."

"Who would?" Juice asks, looking shaken.

"We appreciate this." Clay's voice makes them all turn to see Sam and Dean standing opposite of him and Jax. "And we won't be forgetting it."

"You need anything, you come to us." Jax adds.

"We're just glad we could help." Sam responds.

Piney stands, adjusts the oxygen tank around himself and says, "I'll walk you to your car."

A moment later, Unser watches the brothers and Piney head out the Club's bar into the light of a setting sun. Turning back around in his seat and he drinks his whiskey in one gulp, then waves away the refill Chibs offers him. "I don't think there's enough of this in the world to make me understand what the hell just happened."

Outside the engine of that big black, gleaming car roars to life, and Unser is fairly certain he's letting two felons drive away. He consoles himself with the thought that he's probably got worse black marks on his soul than that.