"Ready Sam?" Dig warned. "I numbed it as much as I could but you know how this goes.

Sam tensed, took a breath, tried to relax, gripped the edges of the table and nodded. Try as he might he couldn't stop the scream that followed a deep, violent wrenching that came from his leg setting off a chain reaction of fiery jolts of pain lancing through him.

"Oh God," he panted while the edges of the metal table bit deeply into his palms.

"Worst part's done. We'll clean it, bandage it and get you to the hospital where they can double check you for skull fractures, stitch you up and get you a tetanus shot. Oliver will cover it."

"I thought you were broke," Sam stated, trying to take his mind off the pain.

"I'm a millionaire now, not a billionaire. It's been a rough adjustment," Oliver quipped as he helped Dig wash out the wound and wrap it. "I prepped for someone taking over the company. Felicity helped."

Sam finally managed to open his eyes and saw Felicity standing by him, worry making her gnaw on her lip. "Where's Flash?" He asked.

"He left. I think he watched what Dean had to do."

"Oh," Sam said, "He came through, did what needed to be done. I wasn't expecting that."

"Don't be fooled by the costume and the age," Oliver said, "He's got what it takes, although I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing."

"Yeah, true," Sam agreed. "We're we ever that young?"

Oliver sighed, "Honestly Sam, I can't even remember anymore."

"It feels like a different life sometimes, that's for sure." Dig answered. "It's weird looking at my daughter and realizing that I was a baby once too, that there was a time in my life when I wasn't putting my life on the line."

"Why do you Dig?" Sam asked. "You've got a family now. Why don't you quit? Oliver wouldn't hold it against you."

"Don't bother Sam, I already tried to talk him out of it. He almost decked me with those huge fists of his."

Dig smiled, "Damn straight I did." He shrugged, "This is who I am. Lyla's job is just as dangerous. It comes back to saving people, doing the right thing. You know how it is. Besides, Oliver wouldn't last a week without me backing him."

Sam laughed, "What about the new guy? The one who the other outfit is for."

Oliver looked at the glass case that held Roy's Arsenal attire, "He's younger than Flash in a lot of ways. He's not nearly experienced enough for me to trust completely, not like Dig is. Enough talk, let's get you to the hospital. I'll text Dean where we're going so he can meet us. Felicity, call Barry, make sure he made it home all right and let me know."

"I'm heading to the hospital too," she replied as she gathered her things. "I'll call Barry on the way."

"Sounds good. Ready Sam?" Sam nodded, Oliver and Dig helped him to the stairs, carried him up and got him into Dig's car. They laid him across the back seat so he could keep his leg more elevated, Oliver got in the passenger seat and they headed out.

Dean reached the abandoned building where Oliver had told him to go. He looked around, didn't see anyone, opened the trunk and looked down. I feel like I should say something, don't know why. Maybe because she was human, not a real monster, she was just making bad choices. Who the hell am I to kill someone over that? Leaving her like this, in a burnt out building, feels wrong. We do that to vamps, not people. For some reason image of the charred remains of the Roadhouse came to him. A lot of good people died that day, died because demons were after us. She was right, we have made a lot of ghosts, most of them are probably angry as hell too. Can't say I blame them. He sighed, picked up the limp body of a girl he barely even knew and carried her into the building. He moved some rubble and laid her down, as her head rolled towards him her eyes flew open.

"Oh hell no!" He lunged back, drew the gun and fired four shots into her head, three into her heart. She stopped moving again. He waited, his heart pounding as her blood flowed across the ground. His heart slowed and something stirred deep within him. It's not enough. She could still wake up, right? After all, I've got to make sure the job's done right. Don't I?

He felt like he was watching himself from a distance, his hand which wasn't his hand picked up a heavy pipe he had pushed out of the way before he laid her down. This will do nicely.

No! I don't need to do this.

Yeah you do Dean, you want to.

Damn it! No! You're not me. Now back the hell off!

Good choice of words, Hell.

He wrenched control of his hand back and threw the pipe into the corner of the room. I'll finish this the right way bastard, not your way.

He grabbed a small box of salt out of his pocket, poured into on her bloody corpse and stacked as many flammable things around her as he could find. Then he pulled out the matches he always carried and set the pile on fire. Before the smell of burning flesh could hit him, he spun on his heel, pulled his phone out and called 911. "Yeah there's a fire in an abandoned building on 8th and Citrus. Send someone." Then he hung up on the dispatcher and noticed a text from Oliver with the name and address of the hospital they were taking Sam to and that Oliver was covering the bill. He closed the trunk, got back into Baby and drove off.

Guess I was wrong, she was a monster. Sam's right, I can't be trusted with a gun. When he's up to moving again we're heading home until we figure this out.

About thirty minutes later he was walking into the hospital lobby. He spotted Oliver and Dig as they waited for Sam to get xrays and stitched up. "Thanks for covering this, Oliver," he said as he took a seat across from the two men.

"No problem. Everything cleaned up?"

"Yeah, left it spotless."

Oliver caught the hint that nothing would link back to him or Dean and nodded.

"That new guy handled things well," Dean continued.

Oliver raised an eyebrow, "It's like I told Sam, you can't judge a person by how they look."

"Yeah," A sly grin cleared away some of Dean's down to business mood, "I should have learned that after the last time we were here."

"True."

Dig's phone beeped, he looked at the screen, "It's Lyla, she got called into work. I have to go."

"No worries," Dean said, "I'll take Oliver home."

"Either that or Felicity can," Oliver pointed out, "She went to get some food but should be back soon."

Dig stood up, "Cool. Dean, you and Sam can stay a few days at my place while he recoups. No need to be on the road."

Dean nodded his thanks, "We'll let you know."

"Got it, see you guys later," Dig said as he walked away.

Dean looked back at Oliver and saw the question in his eyes, "What?"

"You're edgy."

"And?"

Oliver shook his head and looked away, "Just letting you know I noticed. You should take Dig up on his offer, could be good for both of you."

"Maybe."

They lapsed into silence. Felicity returned with some local fast food and noticed the mood of the two men, "I brought snacks. We can go to the cafe and eat if you want."

"You guys go ahead," Dean said, "I'm still stuffed from Lyla's lasagna."

Felicity and Oliver took the hint and left.

I'm not going anywhere until I know he's all right. Besides, I'm in no mood to talk.

He gave it another forty minutes, got up and checked in with the front desk to see what Sam's status was.

"Winchester?" The nurse said, "Yes, he's in recovery. You can go back and see him. I assume you're Dean, Mr. Queen said you would be here."

"Yeah, where is he?"

"Down the hall, take your second right and the nurse at the station will show you to his room."

"Thanks."

Dean followed her directions and the nurse walked him two rooms down. Sam's eyes were closed, there was a large bandage on his leg but he wasn't hooked up to any IV bottles or machines so Dean figured that had to be good sign.

"Hey, you really should learn how to move faster," Dean said as he entered the room.

"Shut up." Sam grumbled as he opened his eyes and gave his brother a weary smile, "Not all of us can get struck by lighting and get super speed."

"So?"

"Another skull fracture and twenty stitches. The xray tech look surprised that my skull is still able to keep my brains from leaking out."

"We Winchesters have hard heads."

"None of us more than you, jerk."

"Oh shut up, you're just as stubborn bitch."

They both smiled.

"They said they want to keep me overnight," Sam continued, "I told them they don't need to. I know all about concussions. The doctor couldn't really dispute that after seeing my xrays and said it was my choice."

Dean shrugged, "Stay, we're in no rush. It wouldn't hurt, especially with that leg. No reason to move just yet."

Sam's brows pulled together as his forehead wrinkled in confusion, "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Dean?"

"Later, I promise. Look, just rest up. I'll hang out until they kick me out, crash at Dig's tonight and come get you in the morning. Dig said we could stay at his place a few days while you mend. We could use the break."

Sam knew when not to push, plus they were in a hospital, too many people around to really talk about what was bothering his brother.

"Check with Oliver," Sam requested. "He's footing the tab. An overnight stay may break him now that he's only a millionaire."

Dean laughed, "Got it. They went to eat, you take it easy. I'll grab some food for you and ask him."

"Thanks."

That leg won't make a road trip all that comfortable for him, he'll need a few days and some serious pain meds. May as well take Dig up on his offer.