A/N: Should have mentioned this sooner, sorry! But the timelines are going to be off in here. Yes, Sam and Dean's ages are mentioned, but I don't really have them in one set season or another. This is just another monster of the week for them. Meanwhile, the Arrow team is at the beginning of season 3. Oliver and Felicity already went on their date and now are trying to keep away from each other despite their mutual feelings.

I'm trying to keep the story light and happy, but yes, there will be a little romance. Because there is no way you could put that many beautiful people in one room and not have some fun with them! Also, as of now, I'm trying to keep the story quick and snappy; I don't want it to drag on forever, so hopefully the Big Bad will get dealt with and everyone will be on their way! After all, these characters have places to go, cities/worlds to save, and one-liners to quip in their own universes!

Enjoy, and I'd love some comments guys! What do you think so far?


Chapter 4: Sam

Sam was in pain. Which was not a new thing for him. Also not new? His brother pissing off people he really should not be pissing off. Sam knew most of the time Dean used humor and crass as a tactic. His brother knew if people, his enemy, whoever, were focused on being pissed off at some dumb thing he said, they might slip up some how and he could gain the upper hand. The rest of the time though? Dean just liked riling people up for the fun of it. It was up there with his other favorite pastimes: classic rock, drinking and women.

So despite the pain, Sam tried to sit up and reign in his brother. He got to a ten degree angle and gasped aloud when what felt like fire tore through his side. He flopped back down and squeezed his eyes closed and started using every mental trick in the book to make the pain go away.

He heard quick footsteps and felt a hand on his shoulder. "Sammy?"

"I'm fine. I just don't think moving is an option for a bit."

Heels clicked on the ground also coming closer. "Ah, finally a sensible human being. Sam?" Felicity asked.

He opened his eyes and had to blink to get adjusted to the overhead lights again. Man, this is the best lit secret lair ever. Felicity leaned her head over and looked at him with worried eyes. Worried, innocent eyes. How did a woman like her end up working with the Arrow? "Is it okay if we give you some more local anesthetic?" she asked.

Sam shook his head and started to say that he was fine, but Dean cut him off. "Come on man, this will be the first time in how long you won't have to down a whole bottle of whiskey to dull the pain? Take the drugs, at least they won't mess with your head." He looked down at Felicity and asked, "They won't mess with his head, right?"

"Nope," she said turning the "p" into a popping noise. "Oliver doesn't like anything that will mess with his senses either. It will only help with the pain in the designated spot." She leaned over him again and gave Sam a small smile. "So, what do you say? Going to keep being sensible?"

Dean stood on the other side of Felicity with his lips drawn in a line and was giving him a "Listen to Your Older Brother" look, complete with the "Or Else" fist clench.

"Fine," Sam said. He had never taken to whiskey like Dean had anyways. Oliver moved over to a cabinet and start loading another syringe. He filled it like he'd done it many times before. How Oliver learned how to do all this when he was stuck on a stranded island, Sam didn't know. But Oliver didn't seem much of a talker, so he probably would never find out. They all watched him stick the syringe in Sam's side like it was the most normal thing to happen tonight.

"So," Dean said to Felicity. He scratched his chin. "If you're not the medical person down here, what exactly is your role in all of this?"

Sam was wondering the same thing.

She pursed her lips in an attempt to hide a smile. "Who? Me?"

Dean's lips twitched, also trying to hold back a smile. "Yeah, you. How'd a girl like you end up being the Arrow's secret sidekick? What do you bring to the table?"

Sam flicked a glance over to Oliver. He was looking down, but brought his eyes back up when Felicity asked, "Shall I show them?"

Oliver just lifted his eyebrows. That was all she needed apparently. She click-clacked over to the five monitor computer setup, sat down and started typing. A new window popped up every second until all the monitors were filled. Sam squinted, but couldn't make out anything from his spot on the table.

"Dean Winchester," she said aloud, reading from the screens. "Huh, no middle name listed. Weird. Age: 30. Born on January 24th, 1979 at Lawrence Mission Hospital in Lawrence, Kansas. Father: John Winchester, deceased. He served in the. . .," she clicked a different window. "The Marines, a Corporal, in the Vietnam War. Mother: Mary Winchester, deceased. Killed in a house fire. Younger brother: Samuel Winchester, also no middle name listed. Age: 26. She clicked another window. "You went to, wow 23 different schools. Passing grades, but pretty good test scores. You were a high school wrestling champion." She clicked yet another window. "You've been arrested for . . . Oh, wow. That's a pretty impressive rap sheet. Oh! You were on the FBI's most wanted list, but apparently you both died a few years ago!" She peaked over her shoulder and pushed her glasses up higher on her nose. "But anyone can find that stuff, let's dig a little deeper shall we?"

More windows popped up and Dean walked over to her. "Running some facial recognition . . . And yup, there's you and Sam driving through Chicago, Ohio and Pennsylvania." She shook her head. "Those pesky traffic lights are everywhere! Here you are again, filling up your gas tank. Who is that guy with you? . . . A one Robert Singer. Boy, he has a rap sheet too." She turned and asked Dean, "Is he a Hunter too?" Dean just blinked at her, so she turned back around and went on. "Here you are in a gas station, just outside the city buying what looks like pie and some magazines? And let's see . . . you guys are staying at Murphy's Motel in the Glades."

Dean tried to cut her off, "How?"

"Easy, I could trace your route back ten days if I really wanted to. Ooh, you left your '67 Impala there?"

Dean visibly blanched. "What?" Oh, no. Sam thought.

"Oh wait, you moved it. Good, Middle City Garage is a much safer place to leave your car. What else? What else?"

Sam watched as Dean took a deep breath and ran a hand down his face.

"And, oh! This is good.This is very good! In 2007, a woman from Franklin, Tennessee posted in the 'Missed Connections' portion of craigslist, asking for a Dean Winchester." Felicity leaned closer to the screen and laughed. "You totally match the description! She wrote, and I quote, "Dean Winchester, we were meant to be why did you skip-"

"Alright, alright. That's enough," Dean interrupted, his voice a little gruff. Sam could tell Dean was both impressed and slightly scared, just like he was.

Sam turned his head back and looked up into the lights. A scared laugh escaped. "Wow." He looked back over and saw Felicity spin around in her chair to face them with a hell of a smirk on her face. Dean was just standing there staring at the computers with his hands on his hips, and his "Son-of-a-bitch" face on.

Then Oliver walked over, calm as can be, and placed his hands on the back of Felicity's chair and said, "That is what she does, among many, many other things." He looked first at Dean then Sam and smiled. "It pays to have a genius on your team."

Felicity looked up at Oliver and gave him a small smile. His praise meant something to her, Sam could tell. She then brought her head back down and looked at Dean. "If it's on the internet, I'll find it," she said with a shrug.

Sam laughed again and found the sensation weird since he couldn't feel half his side. How much easier would his and Dean's lives be if they had a Felicity? Huh. I wonder if she could . . .? Yeah, she definitely could. Something had been bothering him about this vampire hunt. Vampires usually kept together in a nest, but the one they killed tonight had been alone. And he hadn't been able to find evidence that there was more than one, but something still felt off . . . He gripped the sides of the table and sat up with a grunt.

"Hey Felicity, could you maybe look something up for me?"