Charlie Bradbury sat at her desk which was not ten feet from Dean Winchester's office. He was yelling on the phone at someone. Most likely an innocent tech person from downstairs.
But she didn't really blame him. Last night was rough. She, along with Dean and his brother fought crime. Hold you laughter because it is true.
Up until now, there haven't been any problems. But last night, out of nowhere, comes these three stupid kids! They think they're little angels but they aren't! Oh no they are not!
When the Hunters of Evil showed up—that's their group name—at a crime scene, they realized it was just some kids playing a joke. But then these stupid kids began to attack! They had strong powers that Hunters was not prepared for.
Anyways, the Trinity Angels got away and the Hunters went home to the Bunker where they cleaned themselves up.
Dean finally opened his office door letting everyone know that they can come see him. Why he closed it, no one knew. There was no point. People on the first floor could probably hear him yell.
"You okay Deano?" Charlie asked as she peered into his office.
He smiled at her. "Yeah. Just some tech downstairs deleted my file."
"You know I have copies of all your files right?"
He gave her a droll look before he punched the wall. "Really Charlie? You couldn't have told me sooner?"
She rolled her eyes before she sent him the file that he was missing.
Around five, Sam arrived at Winchester Industries and picked up both Charlie and Dean. They made their way to Dean's house—correction—mansion.
They ate pizza and drank beer until the TV beeped. Yes, the TV.
Dean pressed a button on his remote that allowed the call to come in. Bobby appeared on screen. "We have a problem Hunters. Someone is robbing Ash's Market."
Charlie frowned. "How is that our problem and not the police?"
Sam answered for her. "Ash's Market is actually a big industry that works with ours." He gestured to Dean before standing. "Let's head to the Bunker and check it out."
They all ran towards the library then went to the large closet. They opened it then opened the hidden door. They rushed down the stairs towards their Bunker.
They split up to change. Dean changed into a full black suit. Black pants and tight black bullet proof shirt, decorated with a grey bat on the chest. He grabbed the thin piece of material that wrapped around his vibrant forest green eyes.
Charlie put on a matching suit that was adjusted to her female body. She wore the same eye piece that made her grey eyes stand out against the black.
Sam was completely different from his friend and brother. He wore a red shirt, with a gold R on the left breast. His black pants were tight and were held up with a gold belt but they weren't tights. Dean may call them tights but they so weren't.
At least that's what Sam tells him…
Once dressed, they made their way over to the Batmobile. It was a sleek black car that curved and shinned as if it were new and not over twenty years old.
Dean got in the front with Charlie beside him and Sam in the back.
"Alright Hunters," Bobby appeared on a small screen. "Head to 134 Jackson Street."
"I know the address to Ash's place Bobby." Dean snapped as he sped down the busy streets of Lawthom, Kansas.
When they reached Ash's, they rushed out of the car towards the building. It was a small two story redbrick building, but it had loads of information that could be deadly in the wrong hands.
They ran through the broken door and stopped dead in their tracks. A man, dressed in all black and had on a small mask, stood holding two computer hard drives. "Well this is awkward." He said.
Dean narrowed his eyes on the unknown man. "Who the hell are you?"
"Ah, yes, well I am Catman."
Dean arched a mocking brow. "Your name is Catman? Jesus Christ we have weird people in Lawthom."
Catman narrowed his ocean blue eyes. "You're one to talk considering your Batman. Sweetheart, that's a one letter difference."
Dean ignored the strange feeling he got when this man called him 'sweetheart' and made a move to attack. He stopped abruptly when he saw a sharp blade come between him and Catman.
"Well well well, isn't this a nice surprise."
Catman growled which was weird cause it sounded dog-like. "Blade."
Dean frowned. "Who the hell is Blade?"
The man that held the sword pulled it back. "That would be me. Name's Angel Blade, and who are you?"
A dark skinned man walked in wearing the same white and gold suit as Angel Blade and another short guy that wasn't speaking. "That's Batman. We kicked his ass last night."
Angel Blade laughed darkly. "Now I remember. Wasn't much of a fight Batman."
Dean was about to reply with something stupid like 'shut up' but Catman spoke up. "What are you doing here Blade?"
"Well Catty, now that you ask, I'm here for the hard drives. So could you hand them over and we can all go home without any blood being shed?"
"I'll never let you take them." Catman growled before running.
Dean and Blade followed leaving Sam and Charlie to fight the other Angels. The shorter angel grinned at Sam. "Well who might you be cutie?"
Sam's eyes widened before he narrowed them again. "Robin, and you?"
"Name's Angel Knight. But you can call me anything you want." Knight winked then licked his lower lip seductively.
Sam shook his head then attacked Knight.
Charlie was left to the dark skinned Angel. "Hello…" She said in a sweet-song voice.
The Angel chuckled darkly. "Hello. You must be Batgirl."
"That's my name don't wear it out." She laughed nervously before she raised her leg and kicked the man in the face. He fell onto the ground with a thud, his hand was gripping his now broken and bloody nose.
"You bitch!"
Sam took a second to stop fighting Knight so he could kick the other Angel over. "Don't call her that you bastard!" Then he returned to fighting Knight who wasn't really trying. Every time Sam went to punch, Knight just stepped out of the way with a laugh.
"You're real cute Robin. Real cute." He said with a grin then ran out of Ash's and disappeared into the street.
Dean and Blade were both side-by-side chasing Catman. Blade's sword was slicing Dean as he ran but he didn't care.
Catman stopped abruptly making both other man slip and slide to the ground. When he turned, the hard drives weren't in his arms which made both men frown.
Before either could ask where they were, Catman smashed his fist across Blade's face. He was knocked out cold instantly. Then, when Catman turned on Dean, Dean thought it was the end. "You realize I'm on your side right?"
That wasn't confusing at all… "What?" Dean asked.
"I was trying to steal the hard drives before they could. Then I was going to bring them back and inform Ash to get a better security guard. Honestly, there was only one standing guard and he looked like he was twelve. I walked up and he just ran away. If that wasn't bad enough, the door was unlocked!"
Dean rolled his eyes. Leave it to Ash to forget to lock up. "Where are the hard drives?"
"I tossed them on a mattress I saw back there in the alley. Can't believe neither of you noticed."
"Yeah well it's time to get them back." Dean and Catman made their way down the alley where the brown tinged mattress lay. And as Catman said, the two hard drives were there. "I'll take them. They'll be safer with me."
Catman was about to protest when he thought better of it. "Sure, you take them." And with that, he disappeared.
The Hunters finally regrouped back inside the small business. "Where are the two Angels?"
Sam had Charlie leaning against his shoulder. "Angel Knight got away and well as Angel Curse. He got Batgirl here good. Where's Blade?"
Dean cursed and ran back outside. He wasn't surprised when he saw that Blade was gone.
Dean Winchester sat in his office typing on his computer. With permission from Ash, he was looking inside the hard drives but he could find anything strange about them.
"Mr. Winchester, you have a visitor."
Dean just nodded his head. It was Bobby coming to help with the hard drives.
"Are you not going to acknowledge me, Dean Winchester?"
Dean's hands froze on the keyboard as he heard that gruff deep voice. He had to stifle a gasp as he looked up and saw Catman standing right in front of him, knife at the ready.