Tig just had a feeling this was all going to go to shit the minute Jax tersely asked about the papers; but seeing Chibs on his knees with a .45 to his forehead wasn't exactly what he had pictured.

Jax, the Winchesters, and the old dude all had their guns out and at the ready before anyone from SAMCRO could even get theirs clear. He gave his guys a signal to keep their guns down. He had a feeling numbers wouldn't matter here; the former soldier knew that SAMCRO was obviously outclassed by these five, and wasn't that just embarrassing as fuck.

Even though a part of him was raging at the fact that a chick had his Pres on his knees like a little bitch, he knew he had to hold back and fucking diffuse this bomb before Chibs ended up with half his head missing, because it sure as shit looked like no one from the other side was going to talk her down.

Before he could do a damn thing, the older dude stepped to Jax's wife and put a hand on her shoulder. "I think you've proved your point to the idjit there." Nodding at Chibs. "Pretty sure he'll mind his manners now, won'tcha boy?" Looking down at Chibs, who barely nodded with a gun still pressed to his forehead.

As Jax's wife considered the older man's words, time seemed to stretch. Finally, he heard the faint click of a safety being put back on, and the gun disappeared as quickly as it had been pulled.

He heaved a sigh of relief as he saw Chibs take a breath and scramble away from Jax and his wife. Looking over the older man, he gave a tight smile. "Thanks for stepping in."

The older man shrugged without replying, then turned to Jax. "Sign those papers, boy, so we can get out of here and find a place to crash. This old man has had about enough of this day." The two Winchester boys started to smile a little, as did Jax and his wife.

He nodded to Rat to hand the envelope from the lawyer to Jax. He smirked a little at the wide berth Rat gave to Cade Teller. Then again, right now, he'd give her a wide berth, too. It was hard to reconcile this version of Jax's wife now with the girl Jax had brought back with him fifteen plus years ago.

As Jax opened the envelope and pulled out the papers, he shot a look over to the Winchesters. "Sam, you wanna come look these over with me? Make sure everything is kosher?"

The taller Winchester nodded, lowering the sawed-off that he'd been holding like a pistol, and walking over to Jax. The two of them turning their backs and spreading the papers over the hood of the '57 that Jax was driving.

Since that shit was going to take a minute, he went over to Chibs who was smoking a cigarette and trying to get his cool back. "You okay?" His voice low.

Chibs nodded curtly. "Aye." Aware that the three that weren't looking at legal papers were keeping an eye on SAMCRO.

"We gotta tell them about our visitors." Lighting his own smoke.

"Feel free, Tiggy. Pretty sure I'd end up with another gun to my head if I tried to talk to any of 'em." Chibs replied.

He couldn't deny it, so he didn't. He shrugged as he walked towards Jax's wife and the others. As he got closer, the other Winchester, Dean, if he remembered the file from Jarry correctly, stepped a little in front of Cade Teller. "What do you want?" The man's deep voice had a bit of a rough scratch to it.

What did he want? Other than for all this bullshit to go away? How to even start telling these people about the weirdness of the last few days?

He decided to just go for it. "Since we found Jax and called him, we've had visits from an archangel and the King of Hell. What the fuck is going on with you people?!"

At his question, both Jax and Sam Winchester stopped what they were doing and looked up at the other three. He stood there with his thumb up his ass while the five of them seemed to have some sort of nonverbal conversation that seemed to consist of eye-rolls and eyebrow movements.

He wasn't sure what to expect as Cade Teller turned back towards him with one last eye-roll to the sky.

"Gabriel, get your sugar-addicted, feathery ass here right this second, you hear me?!" Her softly accented voice both annoyed and amused.

He knew the archangel had arrived at the collective curses from the members of SAMCRO who hadn't already had this heart attack experience yet.

"You called, Buttercup?" The archangel sounded bemused. And fond. Oh, fuck, Crowley was right, Gabriel was Jax and Cade Teller's guardian angel. They were so screwed.

"You were here?" Cade Teller didn't sound as amused as the archangel. "Do we even want to know why?" Implying that sometimes maybe the archangel was a bit of a handful. Then he remembered that Crowley had mention something about Gabriel being a trickster. Freaking awesome.

"Just playing show and tell, Buttercup." Like they all would understand what the archangel meant. "So, you wouldn't have to." The archangel looked around at the members of SAMCRO, ending with him. "They may be useful."

Dean Winchester rolled his eyes. "Civilians are never useful, Gabe." Giving an ugly smirk as he saw the guys bristling at being called civilians. "Civilians get in the way and they get dead. That's about it." The cold look in Dean Winchester's eyes telling him that the man had seen that particular scenario too many times to count.

His dread level started to rise as the archangel shrugged. "Better them than you." Any amusement that had been in his voice, gone.

He stepped in between the hunter and the archangel, hands up. "Hey, how about we try for NO body count, huh?" He looked at Dean Winchester. "We aren't civilians." The hunter just snorted at that. Then he turned to the archangel. "And if you think we're just gonna be some cannon fodder for some Heaven/Hell dust up, you'd be wrong."

Suddenly, the amusement and snarkiness that the archangel cloaked himself in had vanished and for the first time he truly felt the power rolling off Gabriel. "One of the oldest, most powerful demons; one created by Lucifer himself is holding Thomas Teller's soul for reasons none of us are sure of yet." The archangel stood as tall as he could. "You and your little band of bikers will play whatever role you have to in putting a stop to Abbadon and her plans." The archangel's next words cut him to the core. "Whether you want to or not." The finality in the archangel's words were like nails in a coffin.

All of them stood there in silence for a moment, letting Gabriel's words sink in. He was frustrated, frightened, and still too twisted up about Gemma and Thomas to even begin to deal with any of this.

"Well, Alex, this has gone south rather quickly, hmm?" That smarmy fuckin' demon's voice coming from behind him.

He turned. "Nobody has any bullets in 'em, so we've got a way to go before this officially becomes a clusterfuck."

He saw Dean Winchester's mouth twitch at that, while Cade and the old man both actually chuckled. Looking over, he could see that his guys were freaked out again. He could get it; pretty freaky to have people just show up outta thin air. Although, he was becoming used to it. He looked over to where Jax's wife was standing with the other hunters, then back to Crowley. "But, it was close."

Crowley smirked at him. "With those five..." Crowley's smirk deepened. "Not a surprise."

"Crowley, why are you here? Unless you know anything new, shouldn't you be trying to figure out what that demon bitch wants?" Jax's wife seemed annoyed. "Other than visiting your future guests, that is." Giving all of SAMCRO a snide look, while Dean Winchester chuckled at her last statement.

"What do you mean future guests?" TO broke in, looking as freaked-out as he should.

Jax's wife smiled a smile as cold as the Arctic. "Meet Crowley. The King of Hell."

The King of Hell gave a small bow.

The guys looked at him like she was fucking nuts. He shrugged at 'em. "That's the intel I got, too." Looking over at Crowley. "I wouldn't fuck with him. He nearly killed me for calling him 'sensitive'."

"No, Alex. I nearly killed you because you are disrespectful." Crowley commented blithely. Crowley looked at the rest of the guys. "Don't be like Alex and test me." Crowley's eyes flashed red and the entirety of SAMCRO took a giant step back.

He shook his head as Dean Winchester and Cadence Teller began to laugh their asses off. Cadence looked at him. "Not civilians?!" She shook her head. "Please. The only way you assholes know anything is because Gabe and Crowley fucking clued you in on some shit." Dean put a hand on her arm to calm her, but she shoved it away. Guess the sweet girl they had met all those years ago was gone.

"Dean, leave me alone." Cade marched over and stood toe to toe with him. He nearly backed up himself, but managed to hold his ground. "You wouldn't even know if any of your guys were meatsuits for a demon. You don't know how to gank 'em, you know absolutely nothing."

He nodded. "Yeah, you're right. We don't know shit about any of this stuff. Not a damned thing." He jerked his head towards the Winchesters, Jax, and the old guy. "But I was told by an old acquaintance that the family business is hunting things and saving lives. You might not like us at all, but we need your help."

Apparently he said something that struck a nerve with all five of them, because he suddenly had two Winchesters standing on either side of Cadence Teller with equally murderous looks on their faces. Jax and the old man hanging back, but he could see both of them had hands at their guns.

"Who the fuck said that to you?" Dean Winchester's voice was a low growl.

He put a hand back to stop his guys from trying any shit. Then, he sighed. "Look, I know a dude who says he's a hunter. Knows about you guys." Looking at the two Winchesters. "Said he knew your Dad. The guys name is Dale. Don't know his last name and don't care if I ever do."

Jax, his wife and the two Winchester's looked over to the old dude. Jax spoke for them. "Bobby, you know of any hunter named Dale in this area?"

Their Bobby took off his trucker's cap and scratched his head. "There's a hunter named Dale that likes a bar about two hours northeast of here." The old guy looked at him. "'Bout your height, skinny as hell, kinda reminds you of an animated corpse."

He nodded. "Yeah, sounds about right." Then grinned. "For such a skinny dude, he packs a hell of a punch."

Dean Winchester looked over to the old guy. "Dad know him?"

Bobby nodded. "Yeah. Worked a couple of jobs out here with him while Sam was..." The old man trailed off, as the other four started to look uncomfortable. "But, yeah, your Daddy knew him. He specializes in ghosts and poltergeists. But these days, he does a lot of what I do; find jobs and farm them out to you youngsters."

Dean Winchester looked slightly appeased, but turned back to him. "What did this guy tell you about us?" Giving his brother an odd look.

He decided to ignore the look in favor of answering the question. "Mostly that you guys deal with apocalyptic shit more than the others. Like stopping them." He could hear a couple of muttered 'What the fucks?' coming from his brothers. "You guys are the go-to demon people." He knew he was leaving a lot out, but he had the feeling they wouldn't react well to being compared to serial killers.

The five of them nodded, a little wearily, he thought. "Okay." Dean nodded, then grinned over to the others. "Go-to demon people, I like that."

The others rolled their eyes at Dean, who just shrugged as if he could care less.

He rolled his own eyes. "Great. Glad ya like it." He lit a cigarette as he tried to get things back on track. "Like I said, we don't know shit about this stuff and you guys do." Taking another drag, as he exhaled he looked over to the where the clubhouse had been. "And there are other things that need to be handled." He walked over and stood in front of Jax. "Look kid, I get it. If I were you, I'd turn my back on all of this and just walk the fuck away after what we did to you two." He stood straighter and put on his big boy pants. "But Jax, we can't navigate this crap without you guys." He looked over his shoulder at the archangel and King of Hell milling around. "Do you really want us taking all our cues from them?"

Both the archangel and King of Hell looked to take exception with his comment until Cadence Teller shot them both dirty looks. The two calmed down and kept their mouths shut.

He wondered how the fuck she did that. It hadn't escaped his notice that while the other four certainly weren't frightened by the archangel and King of Hell, they did seem to be aware they were dealing with power beyond theirs. Jax's wife on the other hand, acted like neither could touch her, and had no issues bringing them to heel.

He narrowed his eyes at Cadence Teller. "How in the fuck did you do that?" He glanced over to Crowley and Gabriel. "Pretty sure I was about ready to be taught another lesson in respect." He rolled his eyes, just a little. "And you just shut them up with a look. You got somethin' you're holdin' over their heads?" Trying to make a little joke of it.

"No. I just have access to a bigger stick." Leveling a look at the two beings. "And they know it." While Crowley looked vaguely put out by the statement, Gabriel just beamed at her like a proud parent. Cadence Teller looked back to him. "But, for your information, whether they admit to it or not; these two have been card-carrying members of 'Team Free Will' for a long time. You could do worse than follow their cues." She turned and looked at all of SAMCRO. "Lesson number one: not all demons want to end the world and not all angels want to save it."

He looked over to Crowley, who merely shrugged. "I can't see angels or demons making a decent scotch." A smirk flashed. "So here I am..."

"Saving your own ass." Jax came and stood next to his wife, ignoring the indignant demon. Jax looked at him with calculating eyes. "Fine. If we help with this, instead of leaving you to fuck it up on your own; there are gonna be some conditions."

He looked over to Chibs, who shrugged, and then back over to Jax, and apparently Dean Winchester, who had decided to join them. Dean looked at him. "First condition, we deal with you." Dean leveled an ice-cold look at Chibs. "Not him."

Before he could even look back to Chibs, TO stepped up. "You better think again before you disrespect our Pres." Conveniently not mentioning the fact that Jax's wife had pretty much completely disrespected their Pres just a little bit ago.

Dean turned and TO stepped back. He could understand, Dean looked coiled to strike, and if he did, it would be lethal. "Your Pres..." Snarled words from gritted teeth. "Is lucky he isn't dead." A deadly smile crossed the hunter's face. "Or did you forget that Cade was magnanimous enough to not put a bullet in his dome."

TO, to his stupid credit, didn't back off. "She was smart enough to not want to die the minute after."

Dean shook his head with a smirk, as he looked over to Crowley and Gabriel, then back to TO. "Yeah, that's exactly it." The sarcasm so heavy, it hung in the air. Dean turned back to him, and he shot Happy a look to come and back TO the fuck off, the new patch was not helping at the moment.

"Look, we aren't going to deal with him, take it or fucking leave it, we really don't care." Dean looked over to Jax. "You sure about this? I mean, there are zombies in Mississippi..."

"Zombies are fucking real?!" This day had been too much, just like the pattern for the last few years. God, he was sick of this already.

Jax nodded absently. "Yeah." Looking over at Dean. "We'd just end up here, cleaning up the mess, so I don't see us having much of a choice." Jax turned back to him. "Like I said, conditions."

He nodded tiredly. "Let's hear 'em."

As Jax went to speak, he turned at the sound of a car pulling into the lot.

FUCK.

It was Nero's car, but Venus was driving and he could see Wendy slumped in the back seat.

Turning to Gabriel and Crowley. "No disappearing, angel-demon talk, just act like, I don't know… people." Then suddenly remembering. "Please." He rolled his eyes at Crowley's smirk.

Turning to Jax and the others, he sighed, stood straighter and found his nuts. "No, actually first of all, we have other things to deal with." He looked straight at Jax. "That's your mom's..." He swallowed around the grief in his throat. "Um, man. And the one in the back is Tom's ex and his oldest boy's mother." He sighed again. "I had told them to wait until I called them, but apparently they decided not to listen." He would be having words with his old lady about this later.

He could have sworn he saw a flash of something that might have been close to grief in Jax's eye, but it was gone and replaced with the cool indifference Jax had been sporting since they pulled in. Jax nodded curtly. "Yeah, we can talk about this other shit in the morning." Jax side-eyed the car. "After this, we're finding a place to eat and then a place to crash."

"Yeah, okay." He glanced quickly over to Gabriel and Crowley, to make sure they didn't pull some shit, only to see them in deep discussion with the old man and the other Winchester. Cadence and Dean were hovering close to Jax, looking as wary as Jax was.

He couldn't blame them; who knows what Gemma and Tom had told Nero and Wendy? And the look on Jax's face said he was expecting the worst.

If he were being honest, so was he. Hopefully, they would continue to avoid bloodshed.

He crossed his fingers. Just in case.

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