I was in the need of a crossover between Arrow and Supernatural.

I felt like introducing Dean (Supernatural) and Oliver (Arrow) to each other. And for them to realize that they have a lot in common.

I hope you like it!

Oliver saw the stranger for the first time in the park. He was carrying an old duffle bag, probably one as old as he was by the looks of it. The man with the duffle was about Ollie's age, give or take a few years. He also walked with a slight limp. It looked to Oliver like that kind of limp you get when an old injury start acting up, the man was trying his best to hide it… He was trying to hide it like it was no big deal, or like it was nothing… Yet Ollie knew it had to be more painful then the man with the duffle was letting on. Oliver figured that it would be no harm in offering to help the poor fellow, so he skipped over to him.

"Hi there! Need some help with that?" Oliver asked gesturing to the heavy duffle hanging from the man's shoulder.

"No, it's all right… But thanks!" The man answered with a genuine smile. Blushing just the slightest as he most likely realized that his act to cover up his limping had failed…

"Is there anything else I can help you with then?" Ollie asked, he really wanted to help this man. He looked like he had gone through hell. A hell, not so much different from his own. Ever since Lian Yu, purgatory, Oliver had gotten a whole lot better at reading people. This man standing next to him was an unknown hero, he would have betted his life on it.

"Well, uhm… Yeah…" The man started, a bit unsure of himself, "I am looking for this motel, but I can't find it…" The man said showing him a note with the name of one of the city's motels scribbled across it.

Oliver knew where it was and tried to describe how to get to it. After about seven tries they both figured that it would be easier for Oliver to follow the man there.

"I'm Oliver Queen, by the way…" Ollie said offering a hand to the stranger.

"Dean, Dean Winchester." The man with the duffle stated when he took the offered hand and squeezed it slightly, but yet firm.

Oliver noted that they both had about equally calloused hands, and it looked like Dean did the same. They were both staring on their hands connected in a shake.

Dean was not sure whether this Oliver was a hunter or some hero in disguise, he just knew that he was a good man. After all his years in the family business he had this sixth sense kind of thing about when he could trust a person. And Oliver was on the trustworthy list once Dean met his eyes.

The man looked like he knew what Dean had been through, well, at least he looked like he could relate to the pain.

"So, what brings you to this city?" Ollie asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

"Just had to start over. Figured I should get an education, I met this point where I realized that I wasn't able to function as well as I should in my line of work…" Dean answered still trying to hide the limp.

"Was it your knee that told you to quit your old job?" Ollie asked looking over at the man limping beside him. All though they were walking slowly, the man beside him was breaking into a sweat and the pain lines in his face was increasing with every step.

"That obvious, huh?"

"Yeah, kind of…" Ollie answered.

"Yeah, it was my knee that gave out completely…"

"Long time ago or more recent?"

"It's been bad almost since I can remember, hurt it on a hunt with my dad when I was 10…" Dean decided to tell as much of the truth he could. He could say it was a caribou hunt if Oliver didn't pick up on it instantly. "It decided to give out completely a month ago…" He then added rather grimly.

"Ouch…" Oliver empathized. He wondered whether Dean was a hunter, or just someone who hunted. The question ached in him, he knew a few hunters… They were all good people, trying to right the world one monster, one city at a time… He felt connected to them.

"So, you said you were new here… Where do you come from?"

"Lawrence, Kansas. But we have always moved around a lot… We never stayed in one city more than a couple of months..." Dean answered, guessing that Oliver would pick up the tread if he knew about hunting and hunters.

"Mhmm…" Ollie nodded thoughtfully… He looked like he was trying to add two and two…
"Wild question here, but do you know a man named Bobby Singer?" Oliver asked, and hoped that if Dean was a hunter, that he would know Bobby. Bobby Singer was one of those guys it seemed like every hunter he had met knew.

Dean's eyes widened with shock as he realized that Oliver probably knew the man that was more of a father figure to him then his own dad.

"Yeah, I know him!" Dean swallowed "He's basically my uncle…"

"So, you're a hunter then…?"

"Yeah… And you?"

"No, not really… But I have joined in on a few by now…"

"You're not a hunter, but you're a hunter?" Dean asked, total confusion present in his face.

"I'm more of a bounty hunter, but I do not work for the law…" Oliver paused, but when he saw that Dean got an even more confused look he added "I work for justice…"

"Okay…" Dean tried to decide whether he should run or stay.

"Relax, I only hunt people who terrorize this city…" Oliver tried to calm Dean down once he saw his unsure expression.

"Okay…"

Oliver looked over at Dean again and realized that he was having a harder time keeping up than he would let out. Oliver then spotted a bench a few feet down the road and decided that Dean wouldn't ask for a break even if he really needed one.

Oliver picked up his pace a bit to get in front of Dean, then he placed himself down on the bench and stretched his legs out in front of himself. He noted that his own left knee was starting to ache more and more. It had started as a dull ache this morning, but now it was on the verge of throbbing.

Dean smiled as he sat down, careful not to place any weight on his left leg while it was in a bent position. He knew he would regret it if he did.

"I figured we both needed a little break." Oliver said letting his head drop back so that the sun shined on all of his face.

"Yeah, thanks… But did you need a break?"

"I've got a messed up knee to…" Oliver spoke under his breath, barely audible.

"You have?" the surprise was audible in Dean's voice as he turned his head to look at the man sitting beside him.

"Yes" Oliver answered softly, "mine is also an old injury…"

"May I ask how?"

"Yes…" Oliver's hand reached down to rub his left knee, the one that was bothering him the most at the moment. It was also the one that bothered him the most in general. It was more frequent to act up, and when it did the pain was usually worse than when his right acted up. "But it's a rather long story…"

"I've got time"

"I got stranded on this island, called Lian Yu, back in 2007. I spent five years there. Lian Yu is mandarin for purgatory…"

Dean burst a laugh, "You're kidding me!?"

"No." Oliver answered a bit offended.

"We hunters get into a whole lot… I've been to the more 'biblical' purgatory…" Dean explained when he understood that Oliver took it offensive.

Now it was Oliver's turn to laugh of all his heart.

"Now, that's funny right there!"

"Yes it is!" Dean agreed, before he controlled his expression into a more serious one and continued "Five years, that's a long time…"

"Yeah, it is…" Oliver swallowed, "Out there on that island it was every man for himself, well, I had a tutor… He learned me the basic skills I needed to survive."

Dean nodded as he listened to Oliver tell about his time on purgatory.

"I had to hunt to get food, I needed to know martial arts to have a chance in hell to survive a meeting with the island's 'police'. I knew nothing about nothing when I first came there. I was a brat with wealthy parents, guess I hadn't even cooked a meal in my lifetime…" Oliver stated, his voice revealing that he wasn't proud of what he had been.

Dean continued to listen and to nod calmly as Oliver continued to tell about how it had been.

"I learned how to move more swiftly in any terrain, and how to use different kind of weaponry… I realized I had a certain skill for bow and arrow…"

"You're the hood?" Dean asked in a whisper, careful so that none of the people passing by would hear him.

"Yes, I am" Oliver answered in an equally low tone.

Then he continued "I guess you of all people know that you don't get perfect skills over night."

Dean nodded.

"Neither did I. It took many months before I was good enough to even claim I had a fair chance... But people who are after you have a tendency not to think about such things. And accidents are just waiting to happen when you're doing things you're not skilled at."

"That's very true…"

"Well, someone brought a gun to a fistfight… He placed roughly a magazine in me, then he pushed me down a cliff. I was quite lucky, none of the bullets hit anything major or vital, but it caused damage. As for the fall, I landed on my knee, on a rock. And my leg already had a few bullet wounds in it, both above and under my knee… It was weak enough as it was..."

When he looked over at Dean, he saw that there was a slight grimace present on his face.

"Bullets freak you out?"

"No, by no means! It's just… It's very similar to my 'accident'"

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

"Just keep going…" Dean said as he maneuvered his left leg into a more elevated position above his right.

"My kneecap shattered at the impact, and I got more than one fracture in my leg in general. I don't have the exact number, since there were no x-ray machines available… It took half a year before I could walk, well… I think that was what it could be called at best. It took me another half year to begin to walk more normally again, and by then I started to experiment with jogging and running too. Those two things was essential survival skills on the island… You were basically doomed if you couldn't…"

"I guess it is harder when there are no hospitals, doctors or surgeons available…" Dean agreed

"Yes…"

"How did you manage to stay alive during that year?"

"My 'teacher' helped me out a lot. He had good knowledge of first aid, and field medicine. And the first month he hunted for both of us. After that he would clear the surroundings to our hideaway, and let me go out with these improvised crutches, and my bow and arrow."

"Tough love I guess!"

"Yeah, tough love…" Oliver chuckled, "just think if that had happened here in America…"

Dean fell silent a little while, and Oliver understood that Dean probably had had his share of tough love too.

"Sooo…" Oliver broke the awkward silence after a short minute, "Care to let me in on your accident? Or one of your 'tough love' stories?"

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