So, ARROWflashSPN gave me another prompt. And since I'm already shoulder deep in stories I haven't finished, I thought 'what the heck… Why don't add another one to that crazy long list…'

The prompt basically read: an Arrow and Flash Crossover, where Oliver gets injured, and they're trapped and can't get out for days…

And I thought… THAT SOUNDS GREAT!
But what if I 1+ you one…?

I added Supernatural to the mix, hope I didn't screw with what you wanted…
At least not too much…

~This is what you need to know first~

Since this is fanfiction, and I can do pretty much exactly what I'd like… I decided that the Winchesters are about 24 and 28 years old, and they have no idea that angels exist yet… So there goes Castiel as a savior…

Oliver is about 30, as he is in the series at the moment…

And Barry is well, somewhere between 24 and 28…

~let the story begin~

"We'll be back in two weeks, don't worry 'bout us…" Oliver kissed Felicity as he picked up his backpack.

"But there are wild animals out there! Wolves and bears and…"

"We're going on a hunting trip… I have both a gun and my bow with me… And Barry can run us out of there if necessary…"

"I'm just worried about you…"

"You know I did spend a few years outside civilization…? I think I can survive a fishing and hunting trip with Barry…"

"You're right… I'm just…" Felicity waved her hand in the air, searching for a good word.

"Worried?"

"Yeah…"

"Don't be…" he smiled and kissed her once again, before he headed for the car. "Love you!"

"Love you too!"

.cut.

"So… What you're saying is that there has been four disappearances this fall, all within the same area of that forest?"

"Yeah…" Sam nodded, "And this isn't the first time either…"

"Of course it ain't…"

"It has happened every twenty years, the earliest report of disappearances was from 1875… And it's always somewhere between ten and fifteen victims each time…"

Dean nodded and pushed off his bed.

"And you're thinking it might be what?"

"Might be a Djinn, an Aswang, a Wendigo…?"

"Sure as hell don't hope it's any of those fuglies…" Wendigoes meant physically hard hunts, Aswangs were nasty creatures, and he was positive Sammy still had scars crossing his collarbones from the last time they run into any of that sort… And Djinns… They just shouldn't exist… Like everything else they hunted…

"Yeah… I know… But people are going missing…"

"I didn't say we weren't going to check it out… I just expressed my point of view on those three abominations…"

"So… We're going?"

"We're going… Where was it again?"

Sammy fidgeted with his phone as he hesitantly tried to avoid having to tell his brother…

"Where is it Sammy?"

"Colorado…"

He didn't have to look up to know that his brother flinched at the name of the state. It was right there on top five of Dean's least favorite places. Colorado, New York City, Flagstaff, a specific beer joint in Alabama and their birth-town… Five places Dean apparently felt physically ill by… Sam didn't know all of the backstories though… But he knew Colorado…

.cut.

"It's going to be great to just take a break for once! Don't you think?" Barry sat in the driver's seat as the car made it deeper into Colorado's backcountry.

"It's going to be something else… That's for sure!" Oliver thought out loud as he shifted his position in his seat. He wasn't quite sure if leaving the city was the right call, but their team was strong… And Felicity and Diggle had decided that he NEEDED a little rest and recreation…

Two weeks in the wilderness ought to do it.

"Did you do a lot of camping as a kid?" Barry asked as he took a left turn.

"Nah… Not really… I was a boy scout for a couple of years…" Oliver revealed, "And you?"

"Yeah, my dad took me fishing lots of times, and Joe took me and Iris camping at least three times a year!"

Oliver smiled at the thought, "Must've been nice!"

"Yeah… Those are some good memories!"

.cut.

Four wheels tore west along the interstate, the two brothers sat listening to the loud classic rock playing over the speakers.

For the past twenty miles, they had both kept quiet. Dean had been white-knuckling the steering wheel, his mind flooding with memories from Colorado and 1998.

Sam knew the signs, and he knew better than to talk to his brother when he was like this… So for the time being, he resolved to flipping through the pages of a book he wanted to read…

Colorado 1998.

Dean was 11, Sam 7…
Dean had been hunting with his dad for more than two years now, and he had known about hunting since he was about five… He had started out with the simplest of things, plain salt and burns, nothing really frightening…
Then he had moved onto bigger things, more dangerous things… Like werewolves, vampires and the really nasty vengeful spirits. But he liked it. He liked making a difference. He enjoyed saving people.

A hunt over the weekend turned sour when his dad managed to twist his ankle, while chasing, or being chased by a werewolf… The lycanthrope had decided it wanted a young, fresh, heart. And it had darted for Dean.

It had been pure luck that he managed to pull the trigger as the beast was on top of him, clawing away at his upper body. 274 stitches was what Dean's first real near death experience left him with. That, and his first bullet wound… But a hole through the meat of your arm is a small price to pay for your life…

The worst part was that hospital wasn't a possibility, and his dad did all the doctoring… And it became one of Sammy's firsts too… His first time stitching his brother up…

Dean glanced at his leather jacket, found the spot of his sleeve that hid the first of many gun related scars on his body. He really didn't like Colorado…

.cut.

The green Jeep Cherokee pulled to a halt at the end of a road in No-where, Colorado. Oliver and Barry stepped out of the vehicle, and into the grand wilderness. Fourteen days of boys being boys was to follow. They both smiled at the opportunity as the pine scented wind brushed past them.

With their backpacks, their bows, arrows, guns and fishing poles, they took out a route and started wandering towards a clearing on the map.

Okay, so I had one of my ADHD-nights… And I'm heading to work in about one hour... I really doubt my ability to adult sometimes…

Luckily someone had a request for me! *smiles*

And why is it easiest to write during the night? WHY?

Anyway… Hope you liked the start of this! I'll be back soon, and I'll start my usual reign of pain.