SOA x Supernatural Crossover
A/N: I’m back on a Sons of Anarchy and Supernatural crossover kick. Oh well :/ I hope you enjoy!
The engines from SAMCRO’s bikes were still cooling when you, Sam, and Dean finished off the last of the monsters. The smell of burnt flesh lingered, acrid and sharp, but you’d gotten used to worse. What you weren’t used to? A dozen bikers staring at you like you’d just stepped off a UFO.
Jax broke the silence first, jaw tight, blond hair falling into his eyes, “You three mind telling me what the hell just happened?”
Dean leaned against the Impala, wiping blood from his machete with a rag. “Nope.”
You rolled your eyes. “What he means is, it’s complicated. And dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” Tig let out a disbelieving laugh. “Darlin’, you just torched a—whatever the hell that was—like it was a birthday candle. I think we can handle a little honesty.”
Sam stepped in, ever the peacemaker. “Look, we deal with things… not from this world. That’s what you saw. You don’t have to believe it, but it’s the truth.”
Most of the Sons looked unconvinced, but Jax kept his gaze on you. He wasn’t dismissing it, not after watching you drive a blade into a creature that should only exist in nightmares. There was something calculating in his eyes—part leader, part survivor.
“So what, you just travel town to town, cleaning up messes like this?” Jax asked.
Dean smirked. “Pretty much. Sam does the research, I kill the things, and Y/N keeps us both from ending up in jail.”
That earned a snort from Chibs. “Aye, sounds like she’s the brains of the family.”
Dean pretended to be offended. “Hey now, I do plenty of brain work.”
“Like what?” you shot back, grinning. “Deciding which pie to eat first?”
Even the Sons cracked a laugh at that, the tension easing for just a moment.
Jax glanced around at his crew, most of them still shaken but alive, “Well, whatever the hell you are, you saved my guys tonight. That means something.”
You gave him a small nod. “We’re not here for thanks. Just… be careful. Not everything can be solved with a gun.”
Tig muttered, “Could’ve fooled me,” but Jax shot him a look that shut him up quick.
Sam’s voice was softer when he spoke, directed at Jax. “Keep them close. Family’s the only thing that gets you through this kind of world.”
That struck something in the biker president. His expression shifted, just slightly, like he was carrying the weight of his entire club on his shoulders. He gave a short nod.
Dean slapped the Impala’s roof. “Alright, Hallmark moment’s over. Time to hit the road.”
You paused, ripping out a piece of paper from your journal, writing down numbers. “Here,” You said, “if you see anything… otherworldly, we’re just a phone call away.”
You gave the piece of paper to Jax, and as you slid into the backseat, you caught Jax’s eyes one last time. There was gratitude there, but also a flicker of understanding—like he knew the road you and your brothers walked was darker than anything SAMCRO had ever faced.
The Impala roared to life, and just like that, you were gone—leaving Charming behind with its patched bikers and their new secret about the monsters lurking in the dark.
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