A/N: Here we go . . . a little lighter. Hope you laugh!
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Chapter 6: Dean
Dean woke up feeling surprisingly well rested. Well, not so surprising. It was the first time in a while he hadn't drank himself to sleep. He and Sam had ended up staying at "The Foundry" as Oliver called it. He smiled, he liked Felicity's name for their secret lair better. And after telling Oliver, Diggle and Felicity everything they knew about vampires it was late. Sam wasn't in good enough shape to hightail it all the way back to Baby, and then make it to the other side of the Glades where their hotel was. Felicity offered to drive them, but even if his manly pride would have allowed it, there was just no way both he and Sam would fit into a Mini Cooper. It was science. Oliver only had his bike, so he pulled out two cots and told them to crash. And crash they did.
"Sam? Sammy? Wake up. I'm starving."
"You're always starving Dean."
"Yeah, well . . . we didn't eat dinner last night," he argued.
Sam didn't reply, so Dean got up and started looking around the Arrow Cave. Yeah, it pays to have a genius on your team. It also pays to be filthy rich. All of Oliver's gear was top of the line. Most of his weapons were custom made and a little too tempting not to touch.
"I wouldn't touch that." Sam's voice made Dean pause half way from picking up a wicked looking crossbow. "He probably has cameras in here." Dean looked around and didn't see any, but he wouldn't put it past Felicity to put them in some secret spot, so he dropped his hand back down to his side and continued walking around.
Behind Felicity's computer setup was a space designated for sparring. Dean recognized all the equipment here too, again, all top of the line except for what looked like a hand welded pull up bar with sets of notches going all the way up to the ceiling. "What the hell is this thing?"
"You've never seen one of those before? It's called a Salmon Ladder. Difficult as Hell. You do a pull up, but bring the movable rung up with you the next notch."
"Huh." Difficult as Hell? Says the guy that didn't spend 40 years there. Dean pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the ground. No need to get his only shirt sweaty. He jumped up to the rung and hung there, stretching out his muscles and rolling his neck. He looked up at the bar and thought, If Oliver freaking Queen can do it, so can I.
Dean grunted and did a pull up using his whole body, in a worm like move and made it to the next notch. "Aha!" he exclaimed aloud. He did two more in quick succession and then heard a now familiar clicking of heels coming down the stairs. He did one more pull up and hung there, breathing deeply. Then he heard Felicity say, a little breathless, "Oh God. I do have a type."
And for some reason, that made Dean very happy. Alright, for a pretty obvious reason. He smiled his most mischevious smile and dropped to the floor. He turned around to see her standing at the bottom of the stairs holding a pink box and three cups of what he hoped to God was coffee. She was openly staring at him. Then she blinked a couple times and asked, "Did I say that out loud?"
"Yup," Sam said from his cot in the corner.
She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. "Why Felicity? Why?" She asked herself. If she had a hand free, Dean thought she would be whacking herself in the head.
Dead looked at his shirt on the floor and decided to leave it there. He wanted to see how badly he could make her blush. He walked over and looked down his nose at her. "Whatcha got there, Darlin?"
She opened one eye, it was level with his chest. She closed it quickly. "Doughnuts and coffee," she said, her voice a little high.
"Hey Sam?
"What?"
"Can we have one?"
"One what? A doughnut?"
"No, a Felicity."
That got a reaction out of her. She opened her eyes and rolled them, then shoved the doughnuts and coffee into Dean's chest. She walked over and started booting up the computers. Dean's eyes followed her, she was wearing a green dress that must have been painted on her, because he could think of no other way she got into it, and matching green high heels. Damn her and her shoes. He'd probably be having dreams about her and those damn shoes.
He opened the pink box and picked out a bear claw and stuck it in his mouth. Yum. And then happily kept watching Felicity. "Hey, Felicity. Why do you dress like that? Isn't it a little excessive for down here in the Arrow Cave? Not that I mind," he took another bite of doughnut. "Not one bit . . ."
Felicity scoffed and said, "I'm an Executive Assistant at Queen Consolidated when I'm not down here. Got to dress the part. Why do you want to lend me a flannel?"
Dean glanced at his cot where his discarded green and blue flannel lay and then back to Felicity. He imagined her wearing his flannel and nothing else, besides those very high, green heels. Yum. "It'd be my pleasure," he said and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
She must have guessed what he had been imagining because he accomplished his goal of making her blush. "Eat your damn doughnut," she said and sat in her chair, spinning to the computers. "And share with your brother."
Dean chuckled and made his way over to Sam's cot. He helped his little brother sit up and then passed him his coffee. Dean flipped open the lid of the doughnut box again and called dibs on the jelly filled one. He snagged it and walked back over to Felicity. She stopped typing to peak up at him over her shoulder. He just smiled and took a bite. "Mnn. Cherry." She rolled her eyes and got back to work on the computer. He swallowed and then started humming Warrent's "Cherry Pie", he couldn't help himself, he just wanted to get under her skin. Or under her clothes. He laughed aloud at his little joke.
That made her look at him again. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
His reply was the toothy-est grin he had. "So, where's Oliver?"
"Oliver is procuring, what did you guys call it?" she looked up to the ceiling in thought. Dean looked up too. Nothing was there. "Oh, yes, Dead Man's Blood. Digg is spending time with his family." She stopped typing and pulled up what looked like a building's plans. "And I am off to work." She stood up and started gathering her stuff. "Oliver wants you both to check out the warehouse's building plans. He wants your plan of attack."
"Normally we just, you know. . . attack," Sam said and started walking over also. He was holding his side, with a pained expression.
She looked at them both and nodded once. "Right, well. We'll figure it out later then. As I said, I'm off to my job that actually pays the bills."
"Wait a second. We're just supposed to, what? Stay here until you get back? I want my car." Dean complained.
"Oliver will have to taken you then." And then she walked up the stairs and out the door without looking back.
"Terrific. Just terrific."
