Chapter 3: Oliver

Oliver looked over the man - Dean, that's what his brother had call him- and could tell he wasn't some street thug. He was dangerous. Oliver could tell in the way he stood, the way he handled his weapons and from the dead glare he was shooting over his way. Dean was a little over six feet, just like himself, well muscled, but not gym muscles – he had the type of muscles you get from a lifetime of doing the same thing over and over again. And if Oliver guessed right, that was fighting. He was good looking, clean shaven, had dirty blonde hair, cut short like his own, green eyes and looked vaguely familiar.

Oliver still had his bow trained on Dean when he asked, "What's your full name and why are you in my city?"

Dean clenched his jaw, and Oliver saw him start to contemplate what to say. "Dean Winchester and this is my brother, Sam. And like the lady said, we were here for the vampire," he said.

Winchester. Where have I heard that before? "Are you assassins?" Oliver asked and began walking closer to the medical table.

Dean clenched his jaw again and visibly reigned in his temper, "Not of the human variety. But, I think most supernatural beings would put us in that category. Look, I thought you were going to help first and then ask questions?"

Winchester, Winchester. Where have I heard that - Oliver paused mid-thought and remembered. "Does the name John Constantine mean anything to you?"

Felicity and Diggle both turned their heads and gave him a look. Oliver had never mentioned Constantine to them before and he didn't really want to now. But Dean let out a short laugh.

"You've heard of John Constantine but not me and my brother? Man, we must be losing our touch, Sammy!"

"I haven't just heard of him. I know him, and he owes me a favor," Oliver said and enjoyed when Dean's eyebrows shot up. Oliver would love to see his reaction if he showed him the tattoo he'd gotten from Constantine.

"Perfect. Call him then, he can vouch for us," Dean said with impatience in his eyes.

Oliver believed him. He remembered now, Constantine had told him about two brothers, The Winchesters, who fought things that come straight out of nightmares. He didn't elaborate, but he called the brothers Hunters. He'd seen Constantine only a handful of times since the island, but he'd trust him with his life. So Oliver counted to three and slowly let the tension out of his bow and brought it down. Then he pushed his hood back and took off his mask. Felicity already said his name aloud, and there weren't too many Oliver's in Starling City with his height and build, so there was no need to hide. "Don't make me regret this."

Dean's eyes widened a little, and Oliver knew that he recognized him. Hell, half the country would recognize him, but Dean said nothing, just nodded and turned back to his brother.

"Felicity, we need to have a talk about keeping secrets. Specifically, my secret identity," Oliver said and walked around the medical table.

"I- Yeah, I deserve that," she replied and followed him, her heels clicking on the cement.

Oliver looked down at Sam's wound and then into the man's eyes which widened in revelation. Sam recognized him also.

"Huh. Oliver Queen. You were on my list of who the Arrow could be, but obviously not as far up as you shoulda been," Sam said, surprising Oliver with how coherent he was.

"That was sort of the goal. Knife wound?" Oliver asked. Sam smiled and then nodded. "Alright, it's obvious you can handle a lot of pain, but how about we give you a local anesthetic and get you stitched up, so then I can patch up my own friend?"

Both Dean and Sam looked over to Diggle who said, "Oh me? Don't worry. Just a bullet graze." Which got a smile out of both the Winchesters and a groan from Felicity.

Felicity handed over the anesthetic and let Oliver take over. In no time, Oliver had the suture kit out and was stitching Sam's wound up with perfect, small stitches. "Well, Sammy. He's doing a much prettier job than I could have done," Dean said and then glanced at Oliver. "Learn how to do that on the island?"

Oliver nodded and deadpanned, "That and a few other things."

"Understatement of the year," Felicity said.

"Tell me about it," Diggle added.

Oliver ignored them and started putting herbs over Sam's stitches. Sam lifted his head and asked, "What's that? Smells terrible."

"A variety of Chinese herbs that will help heal and prevent infection."

Sam just lifted his eyebrows and said, "Huh," before putting his head back down.

Oliver finished bandaging Sam up and looked over to see Diggle almost done stitching his own leg, "Digg, you need help?"

"Nah, man. I've got this." So Oliver crossed his arms and looked to Dean to start talking.

Dean looked at Oliver and then back down to his brother. "How much has Constantine told you?" he asked.

"Not too much. Demons, ghosts, magic . . ."

"Um! Excuse me?" Felicity interrupted. "Did you just say . . .?" she stopped and then walked over and sat her chair. "Oh, please, go on," she said, her voice dripping in sarcasm.

Dean looked between her, Oliver and Diggle, taking in their surprised reactions before going on. "Did you witness any of those things first hand?"

Oliver nodded slowly. "Magic."

Dean smirked. "Constantine's specialty."

Oliver lifted his shirt and showed Dean the tattoo that Constantine magically transferred from his own arm to Oliver's torso. "He also gave me this. Called it 'insurance'."

Dean whistled. "Sammy, you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"Yeah. I'm seeing that you've got to stop being such a pain in the ass to Constantine so we can get one ourselves," Sam replied, still lying down.

Diggle interrupted, "Oliver, I don't understand . . .when did you even meet this guy?"

"I met him on the island, he was looking for this artifact. . . the Orb of Horus?" Oliver looked to Dean to see if he recognized the name. Apparently he didn't because Dean looked to Sam to see if he knew it. Sam shook his head. "Look, I don't fully understand it myself. I helped him out, so he decided to return the favor. One minute the same exact tattoo was on Constantine's forearm, and then he spoke in some foreign language and then it appeared on me. He told me I'd know when to use it. And every once in awhile, when I'm in a very dangerous position, I feel the tattoo."

"So, you've seen magic in person, hell, you've had magic used on you, and you believe Constantine, but don't believe that there are vampires?" Dean asked shaking his head. Oliver remained silent.

"Oliver," Felicity sighed and pointed to the trash bag Diggle brought in. "Look, I don't know what I believe anymore. My head is spinning, but at least believe in evidence."

Digg nodded, "Humans don't have fangs, Oliver. At least not like those ones."

Oliver looked at the both of them, the two people who have kept his secret the longest and decided it was one of those times to trust them. He walked over to the trash bag and opened it. It was a male's head. He had dark brown hair, and brown eyes that were wide open in shock. Oliver's jaw clenched at the sight, but he reached in and lifted the man's top lip. Yep, those are fangs. There was an extra set of jagged. . . fangs, yeah, he'd have to call them fangs, above the normal human teeth. He removed his hand and kept his face blank, then turned back to the group. "So, vampires."

"Okay, I need a drink," Felicity said while rubbing her temples. Oliver agreed, he could use multiple drinks

Dean nodded along with her. He looked more relaxed now that everyone was on the same page and not trying to kill each other. "Me too. You got any booze in this place, man?"

Felicity cut in, "Yes, he does. But he only opens it for special occasions." Both Oliver and Digg gave her a look. She stopped rubbing her temples and stood up from her chair. "Oh, you didn't think I knew about that bottle? I know everything that goes on down here. And don't you forget it." She started pacing back and forth, still wearing her high heels.

That got an appreciative smile out of Dean and a slow perusal of her body, which made Oliver clear his throat. Dean glanced back to Oliver, looking a little guilty. "Oh, are you two together?"

Oliver gave Dean his best, 'I-will-kill-you look' he had in his arsenal, but Dean wasn't impressed. He just smirked, guessing the answer and looked back to Felicity who, in turn, looked at Oliver and said, "No, Oliver and I aren't together."

Dean's smirk turned into a slow, wide smile and he said to Felicity, "Well then, how about me and you go get our own drinks while these guys heal up. Could be a while. . ."

"Jesus, Dean," Sam said with his eyes closed. "You just convinced the guy NOT to kill us."

Sam was right, it took Oliver every ounce of restraint he had not to walk over and put a dent in Dean's pretty face. But he just watched Felicity's reaction instead. "Huh," she started. "I think we need to check your head while we're down here and the medical supplies are still out. Because you must have hit it very hard if you think a line like that would work on a girl like me." She sat back down and crossed her legs and arms.

Oliver held back a smile, but Dean didn't, he just laughed and continued to check her out. "It's Felicity, right?"

She lifted an eyebrow behind her glasses and gave Dean a once over before nodding.

"I like that, 'Felicity: the state of happiness; bliss'," Dean supplied and got a sharp glance from Sam. He looked at his brother and said, "What, I read!"

"No you don't, Dean. I read!" Sam replied.

"We're not going anywhere until we get rid of this thing," Oliver said pointing at the vampire's head. That shut the brothers up and wiped that new look of Felicity's face.

"Right," Dean said. "Burning the body is the easiest."

"Of course it is," Felicity said and brought her hands back up to her temples.

"Digg?" Oliver asked.

"Burn a dead vampires body? Sure! Why not, something new and different!"

"Don't forget the head!" Dean added when Diggle got up.

It was Oliver's turn to rub his temples. When did life get so goddamn weird?


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