"Ride Me Like Your Harley" || Destiel Biker Club AU

Chapter Four - Biker Buddies

"Are you nuts?" Dean shouts at his brother, shaking his head in disbelief. "Hell's MC murdered our grandfathers!"

"We don't know that for certain, Dean." Sam snapped back, huffing slightly and stuffing his notepad back into his bag. "There was absolutely no evidence to suggest that Hells killed Henry and Samuel. That's why there was no retaliation."

"We will never-" Dean growled, grabbing hold of the front of Sam's shirt. "Never, partner up with Hells Angels. They are the scum of the earth to us and are completely worthless. I can't believe you would even suggest such a thing."

"Oh forget i said anything." Sam spat out, standing up and throwing Dean's hands off of him. "I knew you'd act like this, you're exactly like dad!"

Sam turns on his heel and storms away from Dean angrily who is still shaking his head and snorting at the though of Winchesters and Hells forming together. He walks out of the garage, seeing Bobby on the way whose fiddling around with some tools for the car he is about to fix.

"Hey Bobby." Dean sighs and goes to stand next to his uncle.

"Hey." Bobby replies mindlessly, transfixed on his tools. "What do you want boy?"

"Well, you've been around since the MC started... I was just wondering what you think of Hells Angels."

"Bunch of no good dirty bastards if you ask me." Bobby finally turns to look at Dean. "Why do you ask?"

"Well Sam seems to want me to make amends with them when I get the gavel..."

"Sam is like his mother. He wants peace, he wants to stop the guns and the drugs. I can't say I blame him but even if we can't prove it, Hells Angels killed Henry and Samuel. There will never be peace between us." Dean nods his head thoughtfully and itches his small-bearded cheek. "Dean if you do as Sam asks then there is no telling what would happen to this club."

Dean tapped Bobbys shoulder and smiles, thanking him before walking away. He would have to think about all that later on. Right now however, he had guns to sell.

***

The doorbell rung outside Castiel's flat at nine am the next morning. He grumbles and stays in bed, believing that someone else would get it. However the doorbell kept annoying ringing as there was no other movement from that flat. Probably all had lectures or something.

Cas moans in annoyance and sits up, rubbing his eyes and yawning before jumping out of bed and wrapping a robe around his slender figure. He grits his teeth and pads his way across the room, out of his bedroom door and down the stairs to get to the front door.

He was surprised to see his family, or at least three of them standing outside through the glass and waving at him excitedly. Cas sighs and looks at them in confusion before opening the door.

"Firstly, how the hell did you find my flat? Secondly, do you know what fucking time it is?"

"Oh calm yo' ass down, kid. We just came to say hello."

"Hello, is it me you're looking for?"

"HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE!"

"Gabe stop shouting! People are in bed!" Balthazar gasped and shook his head while Ze just rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth.

"I was trying to just come myself but these rotten cookies decided to actually be awake and follow me on the bikes."

"Isn't it a bit foggy to be riding today?" Cas asks, looking over their shoulder at the weather. he couldn't even properly see the trees that were next to his flat, just a misty outline of them. All three of his siblings shrugged shallowly and stood there staring at him until he finally let them into his flat.