Dean liked Otto. He was a huge guy with a dark sense of humor and he seemed to like Dean right back.

"So kid, where you from. You got one funny sounding accent going on." Otto said as he slid back under an ugly ass silver Honda Civic.

"Was born in Kansas, but only lived there a couple years when I was real little, since then we've kinda grown up on the road."

"Alright." Otto said, before grunting. The boys heard a bang before Otto slid back out from under the Civic with a big metal part in hand.

"I know how that goes. My mother was all about the hippie movement. Spent my teenage years bouncing from camp to camp with her till I joined the army. She was pissed, but when the hippie movement died down and she came home to Charming. We made up before she died." Otto looked over at Sam who was listening, but was spinning on a wheeled stool, watching the whole garage as the people worked and milled around.

"You're kinda quiet over there kid. You mute or something?" Otto asked and Dean chuckled.

"If only." Dean said and Sam glared at him before looking to Otto.

"No, sir. I can talk." Otto laughed before looking to Dean.

"Gotta be careful with him, you always gotta watch the quiet ones. They tend to sneak up on ya when you least expect it." Dean smirked.

"Will do." Sam was about to start spinning again when he saw someone come into the garage and he froze for a minute before leaving the stool and moving to stand beside Dean, almost standing on his foot. Dean turned to look at Sam, confused by his behavior till he followed Sam's line of sight and saw what had spooked him. The dark haired man that Dean had taken down in the woods had just walked into the garage and was rummaging through a tool box next to the garage door.

Otto noticed Sam's reaction and then Dean's. Dean tensed and squared up, looking like he was ready for an attack. This sudden behavior startled Otto, he stood up from where he had been on the floor next to the Civic and followed looked to where the boys were staring. Tig was in a tool box looking for a tool. Seeing what had startled them made it click for Otto.

"You boys can stand down. Tig's not going to do anything." Otto said, Dean wasn't quite convinced, especially when Tig turned around and caught sight of Dean standing across the room and glared angrily at him before returning to whatever car he was working on.

"Yeah, well I think it's about time we head home. Gotta pack anyway." Dean said placed his hand on Sam's shoulder to start leading him out of the garage while keeping an eye on Tig.

"Oh come on. No one would dare do anything here, especially not with Piney in the other room. Piney would kick anyone's ass that dared to look at you boys sideways." Otto was going to continue convincing the boys to hang around a little while longer when suddenly the office door was thrown open and woman with dark hair dressed in more leather than any of the bikers came marching into the garage. She was hot and looked angry as the door slammed shut behind her. The whole garage went silent as she stopped outside the office door.

"Church in twenty! Anyone without a kutte needs to leave!" She yelled and the garage became a flurry of activity as she went back into the office.

"Who the hell was that?" Dean asked Otto, still staring at the now closed door to the office.

"That's Gemma, she's Jax's mom and the head old lady." Otto said as he packed up his tools.

"Well that was definitely our queue to leave. I'm sure we'll see you around Otto." Dean said and Otto nodded, quickly wiping his hands on an oil rag before extending his hand for a shake.

"It was great to meet you Dean. You make sure to come back sometime. I think it's a shame that your both leaving town with a bad impression of the club. I hope we get the chance to fix that." Dean shook Otto's hand and headed for the open garage door, just as Opie came through the door to the clubhouse looking for them.

"Dean, hold on. I'll walk out with you." Opie jogged over but was caught by the arm by an older guy with graying dark hair. He said something to Opie too quiet for Dean to hear that seemed to surprise Opie. Opie nodded and said something back before the older guy let Opie go and walked toward the door that Opie had come out of. Opie shook himself before making his way over to Dean and Sam.

"What was that about?" Dean asked.

"That's Clay, the club prez, he said that Jax and I need to hang around till after church. It's club business." Opie said and Dean nodded.

"Alright, well Sam and I are going to head home so we can pack up. I'll see you around." Dean said and Opie nodded.

"Make sure you keep your promise, Dean." Opie called after them as Dean and Sam started walking away. Dean turned and smiled.

"You bet your ass I will." Dean called back before he and Sam walked off the lot and headed back to the house.

It was already dark when Dean heard the familiar rumble of the Impala coming up the dirt road that led to the old cabin that John had rented. Sam was already asleep when John pulled up. Dean was sitting in a chair cleaning the guns that their dad had left them with in case of emergency. Dean stood as he heard the engine of the Impala cut off and opened the door. John pulled himself out of the car with a grunt and staggered around the car. Dean half suspected that he'd gotten a head start on his binge when a cloud moved out from in front of the moon and revealed the long cut on John's forehead, making Dean move from the door to help his father inside.

Dean ducked under his dad's arm and wrapped his arm around his father's middle to keep him upright as Dean half dragged him into the cabin and sat him in the chair that Dean had been previously occupying. Dean quickly moved the guns off the table and got out the first aid kit. Dean almost slipped as he walked back to the table, he looked down and was horrified to find a small puddle of blood forming on the floor. Dean looked over his father and noticed a small stream of blood coming from his father's arm. Dean set the first aid kit on the table and managed to get his dad's arm out of his coat to see a long, bleeding line down his father's arm. It wasn't too deep, but it was deep enough that Dean would have to stitch it, along with the cut on his forehead. John was almost unconscious when Dean shoved a half empty bottle of jack into his hand. John groggily took three swallows before dropping the bottle onto the table. Between the blood loss and the booze, John would be out and he wouldn't feel much of what Dean was doing while he remained half conscious.

Dean picked up the bottle of jack and poured some into a bowl. Using a rag from the kit Dean cleaned away as much blood as possible before using the same rag to sterilize the area. John groaned as the wound started to sting, but didn't move or even open his eyes. Dean dropped a sewing needle into the jack before pulling it out and using his lighter to finish sterilizing it. Dean let the needle cool for a minute while he rummaged through the kit for the dental floss, when he found it he threaded the needle and set to work, first on the still bleeding wound on his dad's arm and then the one on his head. Luckily John had passed out before Dean could start sewing, it made it easier to focus on what he was doing when he didn't have to hear the pain he was causing or worry about the person moving.

When Dean was finished he put the kit away before hauling his father out of the wooden chair and into the recliner a few feet away. Sure it wasn't as comfy as a bed or couch, but it would be a hell of a lot more comfortable than the wooden chair he had been sitting in. As Dean threw a blanket over his dad, John grabbed Dean's arm. John grunted and opened his eyes a little.

"Dead wolf." He whispered and Dean leaned a little closer.

"What about it?" Dean asked.

"In trunk." John grunted before closing his eyes again. Dean closed his eyes and bowed his head for a second before straightening up and getting his jacket and shoes on. He checked his dad's coat and didn't find the keys, he had to have left them in the car. Dean left a quick note for Sam in case he woke up, that way he didn't panic if he found Dean gone. Dean went out to the car, taking the keys out of the ignition to unlock the trunk. The dead wolf was luckily a shrimp of a man, so Dean wouldn't need to dig as big of a hole as expected.

Dean sighed and shut the trunk before climbing into the driver's seat and starting the car. Dean drove toward town till he got to the forested area between the high school and the middle school. Dean knew that it was sick to bury a body so close to a school, but he also knew that would be the last place anyone would look for a body, plus it was on the edge of town and he'd gotten to know the woods from his treks to the cabin with Sam after school. Dean dragged the body several hundred yards into the woods and set to work digging the hole.

Dean was almost half way done with the hole when it started to rain. It started as a slow drizzle before turning into a hard down pour.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean grumbled to himself as the hole was filling with water as fast as he was digging it.

"Come on!" Dean yelled at the sky, before starting to dig faster so he could get back to the cabin and dry off before he caught his death in the cold rain. Dean finally finished digging and kicked the body into the hole with a splash that covered his shoes and his jeans up to his knees.

"You got to be kidding me!" Dean groaned, kicking off as much mud as he could before filling in the hole. Dean even dug up some plants to relocate over the grave so that should anyone come trekking through the woods it wouldn't look like something had been buried, that way no poor sap found a dead body and there would be no investigation.

Soaked to the bone, Dean trudged back through the woods with his muddy shovel and tarp in hand. He had just gotten the trunk open to put away the tarp and shovel when a dark vehicle pulled around the corner. Dean's heart jumped into his throat. The dark vehicle slammed on the breaks and Dean hurried to throw the tarp and shovel into the trunk just as the car flipped on it's headlights and blinded Dean.

"What the hell are you doing out here, asshole." A voice yelled and Dean squinted, trying to see through the lights and the rain that was pelting him in the face.

"Dean?" Another voice asked before the passenger door of the car popped open and a tall figure hopped out. Dean took a step out of the lights and continued to squint as the tall figure walked toward him. The figure came into the lights a little and Dean could finally make out a face under a hooded sweatshirt.

"Opie?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, what are you doing out here in the rain?" Opie asked.

"Could ask you the same, man."

"Yeah, but I asked first." Opie said with a smirk.

"Fine, dad clipped a wolf on his way back into town, the poor thing wasn't dead so he put it out of it's misery. He knows their protected, but he's already had a few too many tonight so I brought it out to bury it. Of course it wasn't raining when I got here." Dean said then glared at the sky as it continues to down pour.

"Your turn." Dean said with as bright of a smile as he could muster.

"The club voted tonight, Jax and I got approved to prospect, you'll be getting that phone call about the hazing sooner than we thought." Opie finished with a whisper before looking back toward the vehicle.

"First task as prospects was to do an errand for the club." Opie whispered.

"Without headlights?" Dean asked. Opie gave Dean a look.

"Remember how I said the club doesn't always do thing the legal way?" The light bulb went off over Dean's head.

"Oh… we're making the same milk run?" Dean asked.

"Don't ask, don't tell." Opie replied looking worried and acting a little jumpy as he watches the road and Dean nodded.

"Well I suggest you go into the woods and head right, I went left. Have fun with your furry friend." Dean said.

"Thanks man."

"Don't mention it, just don't forget to give me a call when the fun starts." Opie smirks.

"Sure thing." Dean walked away and got into the Impala and drove away.

"This town just gets scarier and scarier." Dean whispered to himself as the vehicle's head lights went out once again and Dean was left by himself again, driving back to the cabin to catch a few hours sleep before he'd have to drive them to South Dakota in the morning.