Chapter 2: Dean

Dean turned and watched the woman hurry over to a door and open it using a keypad. She held the door open and pushed her glasses higher up her nose. "I'm one of the good guys too."

He had no clue how the gorgeous blonde woman in a skin tight dress and impossibly high heels wound up in that alley to begin with and he definitely had no clue how she was going help Sam but he didn't have too many options, the impala was too far away and they could not go to a hospital. So he got an arm under Sam, lifted him up and followed the woman through the door. She lead them down a hallway, through another door that had some serious security in place, muttering to herself the whole way. "Just what I needed, another gorgeous blonde man falling into my lap and needing medical help. Help that I really should NOT be providing. Because I work on computers and not men!"

Dean smirked. He didn't know what she was talking about, but he'd be happy to have her work on him once Sammy was in the clear. The could both be "gorgeous blondes" together.

She paused at the top of a set of stairs and said, "Let's fix up your brother first and then we can both ask questions later, because you're definitely going to have questions."

Dean just nodded, not caring what was down there, as long as it could help Sammy. And for some reason, his instincts were telling him that he could trust her. She nodded back and started down the stairs. At the bottom, he did a cursory look to make sure no one was going to jump out and kill him, because as much as he trusted her - shit happens. There was no one there, but there were lots of weapons, equipment, computers and a whole section with a medical table and supplies. What the Hell was this place? Dean made a beeline right for the table and set Sam down on it. The woman got on the other side of the table and checked for a pulse again, and then grabbed scissors and began cutting Sam's shirt to get a better look at his wound.

"I keep telling Ol- . . . I mean. Dammit. We need an X-ray machine down here! I can't tell if the knife did any internal damage," the woman said and looked up at Dean.

Dean looked around, saw a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and made a grab for it. He dumped the liquid on his hands and scrubbed, then poured some on Sam's side. Sam growled out, "Dean!" and clenched his jaw.

"Oh, wow. I don't think that's really the correct use for hydrogen peroxide!"

"It's okay, we normally only have alcohol. And usually it's not even the good stuff," Dean said while his fingers prodded the wound. "Sammy, it might just be your lucky day! I think your ribs blocked most of the blade because I'm not feeling any holes in anything important." Sam grunted.

"You mean, besides the hole your fingers are presently in! We've got anesthetic, you know!" the woman said and walked over and grabbed a syringe that was next to a suture kit.

"FELICITY! FELICITY?" a man's voice yelled from the top of the stairs behind them. Dean's gun was out and pointed at the man in no time, without even removing his fingers from Sam's wound. Dean expected some suit and tie guy, so when a man dressed in tight green leather and a mask came into the light with a bow and arrow trained on him, he was justifiably surprised.

"Oh, Frack!" the woman squeaked.

"Oh, come on!" Dean said, "The Arrow?" but didn't lower his gun. Sam had told him all about this "hero" on the drive to Starling City, they even took special precautions to avoid him! For a non-hunter, this guy could do some serious damage, and Dean had just left a dead vampire outside the guy's front door. Frack, indeed.

"Felicity, are you alright?" the Arrow asked the blonde behind him with obvious anger in his voice. Dean could understand that. He wouldn't want someone dropping bodies outside his secret lair and being alone in said secret lair with his pretty sidekick either!

"YES! I'm fine! Put down your weapons you idiots!" she yelled, holding her hands out and coming around to Dean's side of the table. Neither man moved a muscle.

"Felicity, there is a body missing its head outside. What. Is. Going. On?" the Arrow asked.

Dean flicked his eyes to the woman to see how she was going to handle this. She walked over to Dean, and held her hands out again trying to calm everyone down.

Another man walked into the light behind the Arrow, he was black and wore no mask. He looked down at Dean with his gun and Sam bleeding on the table and asked the same question, "Felicity, what the hell is going on?"

She turned her head and gave Dean a "help me look". Dean just shrugged, he was totally okay with not telling the men a thing about him and Sam - he preferred it actually.

"He's-" she started and stopped, "Well, we didn't exactly have time to introduce ourselves. BUT, he just saved my life, and I'm trying to return the favor by helping his brother," she said and pointed a finger over to Sam. "And," she said and turned and faced Dean. She kept searching his eyes and face for something and must have found it because when she looked back at the Arrow and the other man she said, "And that body outside isn't human."

Huh, she believes me. Dean thought surprised.

"Excuse me?" the Arrow asked.

"Digg, can you walk?" she asked. The black man nodded. "Go outside and open that thing's mouth. You'll see, whatever it is, it's not human."

"Have you lost your damn mind Felicity?" the black man asked.

"Digg. Please just go look. Who knows! Maybe I have lost my mind," she said and the man looked towards the Arrow.

The Arrow nodded his head and the black man hobbled out the door.

"Could you both please put down your weapons?" the woman asked.

They replied at the same time with, "No." and "Not a chance Darlin'."

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"I'm here Sammy, we just got ourselves into a little snafu. But seriously, it might actually be your lucky day! You'll finally get to meet the Arrow. You've been talking about him long enough now. What do you think? Is he good enough to dodge a bullet?"

"I'm better," the Arrow replied and let an arrow fly. Dean's gun was knocked right out of his hand and the Arrow had already started down the stairs with his bow notched again before Dean could register what had happened.

Damn, he is good. Death by bow and arrow after ALL I've been through. How pathetic.

The woman, Felicity, jumped out in front of Dean and yelled, "Oliver!" and then brought her hands up to her mouth and said, "Oh no. Please tell me I didn't say that out loud?"

The Arrow stood very still and in a low, angry voice said, "Felicity. Move."

"No," she said. "Remember that part where I said he saved my life?"

The door opened at the top of the stairs and the black man came through carrying a trash bag. "So, I know we've seen some pretty . . . unnatural stuff. But this takes the cake. Felicity is right, that man-thing or whatever wasn't human. You've got to see this for yourself." The Arrow didn't move.

"Dean?" Sam pleaded from the table. "I'm not doing so hot over here."

Dean looked down at his brother, his fingers still in the wound blocking most of the blood flow and then back to the Arrow. "Dammit! Fine. If you help my brother, I'll explain everything."

The Arrow looked at Felicity. "Trust me. Please," she said.

Then the Arrow looked back at Dean. "Take your other gun out and slowly put it on the ground. Your knife and whatever is in your coat too. You try anything and you'll get an arrow in your eye."

Dean couldn't help but be a little impressed underneath his anger. "Alright Robin Hood," he said and started unloading his weapons. He cursed himself for packing light on this hunt, but again, he didn't have too many options and Sam was in serious pain. "Just help my damn brother."