Hey y'all. I'm sure a lot of people that follow me probably are like wtf Liz get ur head out of ur ass and update your old fics butttttt im sorry I am really having writers block and this is all that is in my head right now.

Also I know its not Destiel and I know it's not Chestervelle but honestly I love SOA with my entire heart so here's the next chapter.

Sam choked on the coffee that he was trying swallow and Dean looked at Chibs like he had two heads.

"I hate to be a downer but Sammy and I aren't really the Church goin' type if you get my drift."

Chibs snorted, "It ain't that kinda church boyo," he winked and walked through the giant wooden double doors towards the back of the club house.

Opie clapped Dean on the shoulder, "Come on."

The boys followed Ope and the rest of the club through those doors and found a beautiful dark wooded table with a massive Reaper carved into the center of it. It was surrounded by wooden chairs with leather upholstery. Each chair had a member sitting in it. There were three extra folding chairs at one end of the table where Piney and Opie were sitting, Bobby was already sitting in one. Sam and Dean sat down and everyone looked to Clay.

"Alright," Clay looked around and then at Piney, "What the fuck do we do Piney?"

Piney turned to Bobby and nodded.

"First things first," Bobby said, "We need to figure out why the demons are here."

"We know the demon that came into the club house knew who Piney was…" Jax ventured.

Sam nodded, "Only one showed itself then but that doesn't mean its alone."

"It's rare that demons take on towns by themselves, we've only come across a select few that travel on their own." Dean added.

"So," Bobby continued, "We need to figure out how many of them there are and where they're squatting."

"How do we do that?" Bobby Elvis asked.

"You guys have security cameras in this place?" Sam asked and Clay chuckled darkly and others mumbled with a slightly amused nervousness.

"They don't record," Tig explained.

"Did anyone see what this demon bitch came here in?" Dean asked, "Car, bike, taxi.."

"Someone probably noticed something," Opie said, "We can ask around and find out if there was an unfamiliar vehicle in the lot."

Bobby nodded, "Good. Once we know what she was driving we can track down her vehicle and find out where she's camped out."

"Then what?" Clay asked.

"We kidnap her." Dean said looking up from his hands, "Interrogate a little, find out what the deal is."

"Let's do eht," Chibs said pounding his fist on the table, "I wanna cut this bietch."

Clay chuckled and there were nods of agreement all around the table. Sam didn't like the way Happy looked, he was much too excited for violence, even for him.

"How do you—" Juice swallowed and furrowed his eyebrows before looking at the Winchesters and Bobby, "Can you kill a demon?"

"There're a variety of ways," Sam said scooting forward and looking at Juice, completely in explanation nerd mode, "If the body they're in isn't hurt too badly or already dead we can trap them in a devil's trap and exorcise them. We also have a demon killing knife, one of a kind, super old. That kills the demon but also the body."

"You're saying there was some innocent girl in that demon cunt that killed Jim?" Jax asked angrily.

"It's called demon possession, I'm sure y'all have heard of it." Bobby grumbled, "Demon's don't need permission to slide right into your meat suit and a lot of times you don't know it's happening."

"How do you stop them from," Tig whirled his hands in a weird motion, "Yah know, getting inside you?"

Sam and Dean leaned back in their chairs and yanked the collars of their shirts down.

"Anti-possession tattoos are the best way," Dean said, "But you can wear charms or hex bags if you're not into the ink but I'm guessing y'all don't have a problem with that."

"Okay," Clay sat up a little straighter, "Here's what we're gonna do; Tig, Chibs, take Bobby Singer and figure out what the demon drove here in. Hap, get your tatt kit. Ope, Jax, take Dean and make your rounds. Get everyone to the clubhouse, I don't want anyone who witnessed the demon alone."

"For the tattoos," Sam spoke up, "You can't use any ordinary tattoo ink. You need to mix some other things into it, we've got some of the ingredients in the Impala but I might need some more ingredients."

"Juicey," Clay jutted his chin at the younger man, "Take Sam to get the rest of the ingredients for the ink."

"They're kind of…odd…"

Juice grinned, "I own 25% of a weed shop and have some ins with some really weird people. We'll get the ingredients."

"Do we need to vote on the tatts?" Clay asked looking around and gripping the handle of the gavel.

There was a collective head shaking of 'no'. Clay nodded and banged the gavel, "It's settled, once everyone is back here and safe we tatt up and then find this demon bitch."

-x-

Bobby, Sam and Dean headed towards the impala to gather some things. Tig, Chibs, Juice, Jax and Ope were all on their tail.

"We just need to grab a couple things before we separate." Sam told them as they walked over, "We have some spare anti-possession charms y'all can wear until we get back."

Jax nudged Dean with his elbow, "This a 69'?"

"67' actually, you know cars?"

"Pretty well. My dad and Clay started this shop. I'm a biker by blood and a mechanic by trade."

Dean chuckled, "I guess I'm a mechanic by trade too."

"And a hunter by blood," Opie said from behind them and Dean nodded.

Bobby grabbed some IDs out of the glove compartment in case they might need them and Dean and Sam brought the boys to the trunk of the impala. Dean opened it and the only thing sitting inside was a pair of old boots and a half empty case of beer. Then he lifted the false lid and held it in place with the nearest sawed off shot-gun.

"Holy shiet," Chibs breathed.

The Sons were in awe to say the least. There was almost every weapon they had ever used sitting inside this car, and a bunch that they had never seen before. There was a box of fake IDs, several bags of rock salt, tons of weird labeled boxes, an urn of holy oil and a jar full of blood.

"What the actual fuck." Tig added.

"Yeah." Sam shifted nervously, "This is uh, our job basically."

"Some crazy ass devil worship shit, that's what it looks like." Jax said.

Dean snorted, "This is the kinda stuff that keeps that asshat away from us, that dickhead is on the top of my shitlist right now."

"Excuse me?" Juice asked, "Did you just say the devil is on your shitlist? Like you've seen him?"

Bobby ventured over and grabbed the anti-possession charms and started handing them out, "That's a story for another time."

Tig and Chibs followed Bobby off to the tow truck. Tig kept looking back at the trunk full of weapons with a strange look of longing on his face.

Dean grabbed a medium sized knife with strange markings by the blade and handed it to Sam.

"Dean you take i—"

"Shut up Sammy, you take it. I'll be fine, I've got a little angel on my shoulder and you need it more than I do right now."

"Fine."

Sam also grabbed his gun and some holy water while Juice put the charm around his neck. Dean loaded his pearl handled pistol and stuck it in the back of his jeans, grabbed another knife and strapped it to his ankle and then shoved a canister of holy water into his jacket pocket.

"Juice take my keys," Jax said tossing over the keys to his SUV, "There's no way Sam is fitting on the back of your bike."

Dean snorted and Sam threw him a bitch face.

"What about you?" Juice asked.

Jax and Opie grinned, "You think we're gonna miss a ride in this beauty?"

"It's not like Dean would've let me drive her anyways."

"You're damn right I wouldn't," Dean grinned and then pointed at Sam and gave him a stern look, "You be careful. Anything happens you call me or Bobby. Preferably me."

"Dean will you chill? I literally hunted on my own for four months while you were gone."

Dean waved him off before getting into the driver's seat of the impala. Opie took shot gun because he was as tall as Sam and needed the leg room. Jax gave Juice a hug and then got into the back seat. They drove away as Sam and Juice headed for Jax's SUV.

-x-

As they pulled out of the Teller-Morrow Autoshop Juice continuously looked at Sam nervously and then back at the road for the first ten minutes of their drive. Finally, Sam sighed loudly and turned towards him.

"Juice," Juice looked at Sam quickly, "You wanna ask me something, or…?"

Juice laughed nervously, "Sorry," he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, "All of this is just a little over whelming for me."

"That's understandable. It's not every day you find out the supernatural is real and a demon is out to get you and your friends."

Juice scoffed, "Yeah, my life is already stressful enough. Just last week I was handcuffed to a fence in the middle of a desert."

Sam laughed, "Really? Wow, can't say that's ever happened to me before. Last week Dean and I hunted down something called a Wendigo and it tried to eat me."

They pulled into the parking lot of Juice's weed shop and Juice looked at Sam like he was crazy.

"I know you're telling the truth it's just hard to process."

"Don't worry about it."

Juice led the way, unlocking the door and heading inside with Sam right behind him.

"So what do you need exactly?"

Sam pulled a worn-out piece of paper from his back pocket, "We've got the bones of a virgin, and the goofer dust in the car."

"Are you shitting me? Did you just say bones of a virgin?"

Sam nodded, "We just had to dig them up. It's not like we need virgin blood or anything, that shit is for dark stuff."

"Explains the grave robbing I guess," Juice mumbled.

"So you know about that, huh?"

"Jax had me look you guys up."

"Yeah, the law isn't exactly on our side, even though we're doing the right thing. Most of the time."

Juice nodded, "Trust me, we've got similar problems. Anyways, what you don't you have on the list?"

"All we need is ground sulfur and un-dyed salt. We also need the blood of whomever is receiving the tattoo, but we've got that obviously." Sam said with a dry chuckle.

Juice's face went white and Sam had to look up into his eyes and rest a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, it's just a couple drops."

Juice nodded and went to the computer behind the counter. The weed shop certainly wasn't what Sam had pictured. He'd been expecting drug-rugs, and giant bongs and reggae music. Instead there was lots of other plants, different types of medicinal cannabis, mortar and pestles, and a variety of nature themed blown glass bowls.

"So," Juice spoke up, breaking the silence, "I know a guy who knows a guy who owns a medicinal shop about twenty minutes from here. He's got what we need."

"Awesome. Let me just text Dean to let him know. He might want me to pick up some stuff. We're gonna need a lot of hex bags to protect the club house."

After they locked up and had been on the road for about five minutes or so Juice spoke up again, "Is that the knife that kills demons?" he nodded towards the blade Sam had been fiddling with.

"Yeah," Sam held it up so Juice could take a quick look at the markings, "A demon killing knife of the Curds. A demon gave it to us."

Juice's eyebrows hit what he had left of a hairline, "A demon gaveit to you?"

"It's hard to explain. There's a gun too. It kills almost everything but someone stole it from us a couple years back."

"Your brother," Juice said changing the subject, "He's really protective of you."

Sam smirked, "You've got no idea." Sam turned towards him a little, "Dean basically raised me. Our mom was killed by a demon when I was six months old. Dean was four. That's when it started. My dad packed us up and took us on the road searching for the demon that did it and, naturally, we hunted everything and anything along the way."

"Wow."

-x-

"So you found out about all of this when you were four years old?"

Dean nodded, looking back at Jax through the rearview mirror, "Yup. I told Sam what our Dad really did when he was nine. He'd started asking questions. It's kind of hard to train your son as a soldier when he doesn't know what you're fighting."

"Did you do it?" Opie asked.

"Do what?"

"Kill the demon that killed your mom."

Dean continued to look straight ahead and smiled a little as his hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, "Yeah, I did. A year after my dad died I shot it in the head with a demon killing gun."

"That's badass," Jax mused, "Did that same demon kill your dad?"

Dean nodded, "Sort of. I was in a coma that year, hanging on by a thread. My dad, he uh, he sold his soul for mine, to Azazel, the yellow-eyed demon." His voice was bitter.

"Holy shit," Opie said as they pulled into Jax and Tara's driveway.

"Yeah," Dean cleared his throat, "So uh, how many trips are we making?"

"Only two," Jax told him, "Tara and my son and my mom, Gemma."

"My kids are out of state with my mom. Everyone else doesn't have family in charming or doesn't have family at all," Opie added and they headed inside.

There was a half-packed baby bag and a fully packed duffle sitting on the couch.

"Tara!" Jax yelled into the house, "Are you ready?"

A pretty dark haired woman holding a blue-eyed toddler walked into the living room, "Just about," she smiled, "Just had to change this handsome boy's diaper."

The baby reached out to Jax who took him into his arms with a grin, "Hey Able, how's my buddy?"

Able made a bunch noises and said a couple of words like 'dada' and 'mo-cycle' and 'Uncuh O'. Opie laughed and tickled him.

"Tara, this is Dean. He's a friend of Piney and Ope's."

"Nice to meet you," Dean smiled politely and shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you too. Thank you for helping us."

Dean waved her off, "Just doin' my job. Plus, Piney was good to Sam and I when we stayed here."

Tara gave Jax a quick kiss and slung the baby bag over her shoulder. Opie snagged her duffle before she could and they headed out the car. Jax, Tara, and Able piled into the back seat and Opie sat shotgun. They dropped them off and headed out to get Gemma. Opie decided to stay behind at the club to check on his dad.

"So Clay's your dad?" Dean asked Jax who was now shotgun, "He's kind of a scary dude."

"Step-dad, my dad got hit by a semi when I was sixteen." Jax corrected, "And you think he's scary? Wait until you meet Gemma."

"Sorry about your dad," Dean mumbled, and then continued to mentally prepare himself for a scary mom. He soon realized that you can't mentally prepare yourself to meet Gemma.

Gemma was already outside waiting. She had a black purse in one hand and a duffle bag at her feet. She was wearing big sunglasses, tight jeans, snug shirt, and the blonde highlights in her dark hair stood out extra brightly in the sun. Her heeled boots looked like weapons.

Dean rose his eyebrows, "That's your mom?"

Jax rolled his eyes, "Yeah."

They pulled the impala to a stop and the doors creaked when they exited the car.

"Hey mom," Jax kissed her on the cheek and grabbed her duffle, "This is Dean, one of Piney's friends."

One of Gemma's eyebrows popped up above her sunglasses and she smiled at him, "Dean, huh?"

Dean nodded, "Yes ma'am, it's nice to meet you." He held out his hand for her to shake but instead of shaking it she grabbed it and placed his palm right on her breast.

Dean froze and looked at Jax with wide eyes. Of all the monsters that he had ever hunted they had never terrified him as much as this woman.

"See that?" Gemma asked squeezing his hand around her breast and then removing it all together, "You've touched my breast, you can't call me ma'am, call me Gemma."

Spluttering Dean swallowed and shoved his hands into his pockets, "Yes m—alright Gemma."

"Seriously mom?"

Gemma chuckled, "He's a pretty one, we should keep him around." She patted Dean's shoulder and got into the front seat.

"Sorry," Jax said giving Dean a sheepish smile.

"Its uh…it's cool. She just, she reminds me a lot of someone." Dean chuckled, "Back to the clubhouse?"

Jax nodded and they got back into the impala. Once Dean was in the front seat his phone rang, Sam was calling.

"Sammy? Everything okay?"

"Yeah Dean, everything's fine. I just wanted to see if you were on your way back. Everyone else is here, but you've got the other tattoo ingredients in the trunk."

"Jax and I are on our way back now with his mom, be there in ten."

-x-

Gemma walked out of the Teller-Morrow autoshop's office and into the clubhouse to find Sam, Dean and Bobby all standing on ladders in different parts of the room.

"The fuck are they doing?" she asked Clay.

"Putting up some kind of Hex bag? Says there for protection," he held up a little canvas pouch for Gemma to see, "We each got on for our rooms."

"Huh," she rubbed the bridge of her nose between her forefinger and her thumb, "I can't believe we're actually doing this shit."

"Believe it baby," Clay slung an arm around her shoulders and kissed her, "Cuz you're getting' tatted right after Tara."

She followed Clay's line of sight to Happy laying some ink on Tara's hip.

"The hell are those for?"

"Anti-possession tattoos," Dean said strolling over and giving her a peek of the one on his chest, "Ain't nothin gettin' inside you with one of these."

"Oh I beg to differ," Clay chuckled darkly.

"Shut up with that nasty shit while I'm in the room," Jax grumbled as he pulled Tara up from her seat.

"You're next, momma," Happy said with a grin.

"Don't be getting too frisky with her," Clay said tapping Gemma's ass as she walked over.

Gemma got the tattoo on her hip too.

The day was on it's way out, the sun was setting and to stay calm there was drinking and story telling and sweetbutts milling about the clubhouse.

"I hate to say it," Dean said looking to Jax for a moment before following a sweetbutt across the room with is eyes, "But we gotta get as many innocents who aren't tatted out of this place."

Sam shook his head fondly.

Because of the hex bags and the newly spray painted symbols behind posters and old photos the rest of the night was quiet. Bobby was sitting with Piney and Bobby Elvis, Clay and Gemma had gone to bed as had Tara with Abel. Dean was surrounded by Juice, Chibs, Half-sack, Happy, and Tig listening to war story after war story only they weren't about any ordinary war. The Sons were enthralled and Sam was happy Dean got to share some of his victories with people who will appreciate them.

He was sitting at a smaller table on his laptop, checking his email and seeing if there were any related incidents or demon omens in surrounding areas. Jax and Opie sauntered over and sat down with him.

"You're brother really has a way with words," Jax chuckled.

Sam shut his laptop and smiled at them, "You don't know the half of it, you should see him around women, it's awful."

They grinned.

"Can I ask you something?" Opie looked at him.

"Sure."

"How are you so calm?" he scratched his beard, "I mean, I know you and Dean and Bobby do this for a living but even when we're out on a run I can't help but be on my toes because of the possibility of what might happen."

Sam shrugged, "For one thing, we know the hex bags and sigils work so there's no demon getting in here, but this? This demon problem? We took this job because we needed to give our minds a break."

"A break from what?"

Sam sighed, and the others had quieted down when Opie asked that question and Dean's smiled had grown tired and bitter.

"I'm honestly not sure if y'all would believe it, even after this demon thing you've got happening in Charming."

"Try us." Jax smirked.

Sam looked up at him through his shaggy hair and took a breath, "The apocalypse."

Tig spit his beer out and Chib's eyebrows shot up. Juice laughed, and even though Happy looked un-phased you could see a change in his eyes.

"Excuse me?" Jax laughed.

"The fucking apocalypse," Dean said standing from his seat to grab the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the bar, "It's a god damn biblical Armageddon exploding around us and we don't have any fucking leads so we took a break."

"You're fucking serious." Tig breathed.

"As a heartattack," Sam chuckled bitterly, "Think about it, if demons are real then so are angels."

"And they're not any better, trust me." Dean grunted.

"But why is it up to you?" Juice asked, "Why do you have to fix it alone?"

"We're not alone. Team Free Will is as rag tag as it gets but at least we'll go down fightin' together." Dean clapped a hand on Sam's shoulder.

Sam looked down at his hands, "It's our fault, my fault. That's why we have to fix it."

"What?" Jax asked, "How is the fucking apocalypse your fault? It can't be anyone's fault."

"Oh but it can," Dean said darkly, "And it's our fault Sam, I'm as much to blame as you."

"How?" Chibs asked.

Dean stood and pulled Sam up with him, "I think that's a story for another time. For now let's focus on the problem at hand. We'll see y'all in the morning."

Sam smiled softly at them as they both made their way to their adjoining rooms.

"They're feckin nuts," Chibs breathed.

"After all this demon shit? It doesn't sound too crazy to me." Opie shrugged, "I do, on the other hand, hate knowing that the world might possibly end while those two knuckle heads are trying to fight it on their own."

"Not too sure we're gonna get much out of information out of them based on Dean's reaction." Half-sack mumbled.

"Doesn't hurt to try and find out. Once this demon shit is over we'll ask them." Opie said and Jax nodded, "It's our world too, we deserve to know how and why it's ending."

Okay! Here's the second chapter. I'm finally out of school so I'm hoping to be adding to this and my other fics as well. I'm still busy but I'll be getting stuff out for y'all! Read and Review! One love. Liz.