Oooooooh, here's another chapter! Sorry I haven't updated this in a little while—its actually better than some of my other fics that I should've finished like last year so…anyways hope you enjoy it!

They found a warehouse that was owned by Queen Industries but hadn't been used in ages to use the summoning spell in. They needed space to speak with Crowley. Everyone was suited up. Sam, Dean, and Jo were the only ones visible. Everyone else hid behind large crates. They'd emerge soon enough, Sam and Dean just didn't want anyone else to be in any unnecessary danger.

When the flames surged and smoke fizzled into the air a short British man appeared over the large devil's trap that they had so dearly provided.

"You have got to be bloody kidding me." He grumbled throwing his hands in the air and looking around, his eyes rested on Sam and Dean, "What the fuck do you two want?"

Dean rolled his eyes and Sam graced him with a bitch face. Jo pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers, this was going to be interesting.

"Crowley." Sam and Dean said at the same time.

Crowley looked at Jo, "Well at least you're keeping better company, hello Joanna," he winked at her.

"Suck a dick Crowley," she hissed.

"Not really in the mood to be honest."

"Crowley cut the shit," Dean grumbled, "We know you're behind the ghouls in Starling City."

"Oh do you? That's the point you damn morons."

"Wait what?" Sam said confused, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Jesus Christ, I don't have time to deal with this—with this cannon fodder." Crowley grumbled under his breath, "I know you're masked friends are hiding in the shadows boys. They might as well come out and play. Your angel boyfriend too."

They all emerged. Oliver was glued to Felicity's hip while Roy and Diggle walked stiffly forward. Cas appeared next to Dean.

"Crowley, tell us what you're planning."

"I'm not planning anything Mr. Mysterious, the plan has already panned out."

"What?" Dean asked, he was starting to get angry.

"He wanted this to happen," Sam explained, "He wanted us to confront him, in Starling City, with Team Arrow…"

Dean looked at Crowley, "You need a favor."

"Not just any favor—"Crowley began with a smirk.

"A favor from me."

Everyone turned to look at Oliver. He stepped forward to stand with the Winchesters.

"How did you know you could reach me this way?"

Crowley rolled his eyes, "I'm bloody King of Hell, I know a lot of shit, including the Winchester's wayward sister Felicity Smoak and whom she works for."

Felicity flinched when he said her name. She had heard the boys talk about Crowley before, and knowing that he knows who she is doesn't make her feel any better than before.

"What do you want." Oliver spoke again.

"I need you to eliminate someone for me."

"What the fuck Crowley, do your own damn dirty work—" Dean started but Sam cut him off, "Hear him out Dean, if he needs this then there's a reason why."

"Fine."

"Who and why?" Oliver asked.

"You're considering this?" Diggle asked.

"Dig, you heard Sam, if the King of Hell needs a favor we should at least hear him out."

"Alright, I'm glad we can all agree." Crowley said putting his hands in his pockets, "Listen, there is someone in this city, someone human, who is using demons to do his dirty work. Part of that dirty work? Breaking deals that I've made much too early for comfort."

"Don't demons work for you?" Oliver asked.

"Lucifer loyalists." Sam figured out before Crowley said anything.

"Indeed, and they're causing hell in…well Hell. I can't get to him, he's figured out how to ward me off, but he's human. What other humans better to hire than the Arrow and the Winchesters, eh?"

"And why should we do this for you?" Jo asked.

"Because deary, if you don't soon enough they'll be coming for you. The Winchester's and all their little friends are next on the list after the big kahuna in Hell is gone and you know it."

"Who is it?" Roy asked, "Who's the human behind it?"

"Longtime friend of Queenie over here actually," Crowley shrugged, "From what I understand he goes by Slade Wilson."

"Goddammit." Oliver growled.

Dean smudged the devil's trap, "Go away Crowley, we'll summon you when we need more information." Crowley vanished.

"Slade Wilson?" Jo asked.

Oliver sighed, "Slade Wilson is not a nice man who I also believed to be dead but I guess that's not totally uncommon to you guys."

Dean shrugged, "Yeah not really."

"What's not common about Slade is the mirakuru coursing through his veins." Felicity spoke up.

"Mirakuru?" Sam asked.

"It's like a drug." Roy told them, "It turns you into this superhuman, but it also turns you into a rage monster. I would know, before Oliver cured me I was angry and ruthless."

"Won't this be fun." Dean said smiling bitterly.

"I don't like this," Felicity said worried, "Slade and demons? It's too dangerous."

"Well it doesn't seem like we have a choice," Oliver said, "Even if we didn't want to do Crowley a favor now that we know about this we can't just let it continue."

"You mean you can't." she threw back at him.

"Yes Felicity, I can't. Slade is my problem, and I'm not going to let him continue this."

"If we're going to do this we're gonna need a plan," Sam said, "And maybe a couple of certain brains."

"Who?" Diggle asked.

"Nobody comes up with a plan like Bobby Singer and my mom." Jo told them, "They're getting a little old to fight but if we're gonna do this strategically, they're the people to call."

"Let's come at this from a blank slate." Sam suggested, "Tomorrow Cas'll zap Bobby and Ellen here and we'll sit down and gather all the info that we need."

"We're gonna need both sides for this one, full throttle," Dean explained, "You're an expert on Slade and his mirakuru issues, and we're experts on demons."

Oliver nodded, "Alright, we've got a lot of work to do."

-x-

It was a little after midnight. Dig, Roy and Sam were sleeping upstairs, Felicity had just gone to bed and Oliver and Dean were sitting in silence in the living room. Jo was sleeping in Dean's arms.

He gently shook her awake, "Babe, come on wake up, let's bring you up to bed."

Jo opened her eyes sleepily and looked around, "Are you coming?"

"I'll be up there soon, don't worry."

"Where's Cas?"

"He's watchin over Sammy, don't worry."

He held her hand up the stairs and kissed her forehead goodnight before returning downstairs.

"You're not going to sleep too?" Oliver asked him as he sat back on the couch.

Dean shrugged, "Not tired enough, or drunk enough." He sipped from the whiskey he left on the coffee table, "You?"

"I need to make my rounds soon, no point in sleeping really."

They sat in silence for a little more. Oliver sighed, "Felicity wants me to talk to you."

Dean chuckled, "About what?"

"Hell."

"Ahh, I see." It was Dean's turn to sigh, "She thinks we can bond."

"She does," Oliver nodded, "Although I didn't go to Hell, but I went through something,…something no one else could comprehend—accept maybe you."

"Where?"

"I was trapped, on an island. For five years. The island was called Lian Yu, it means Purgatory."

"Well isn't that eerie."

Oliver grinned, "More Lost meets the Vietnam War to be honest."

Dean didn't say anything else, Olived assumed he should continue, "They torture me when I first got captured. A lot of torture. When I escaped I spent most of my time with a woman named Shado and Slade Wilson."

"So that's how you know him."

Oliver nodded, "A lot of things happened. At one point, maybe three years in, I was taken from the island by a secret part of the American government, they had me torture a lot of people for information because they knew I had hardened enough to do it. And also because they threatened Thea's life."

"Now that I can sympathize with." Oliver sensed the bitterness in Dean's voice, "Torture and being tortured, I mean."

"You're Hell wasn't similar to Sam's?" Oliver asked.

Dean shook his head, "Nah in some ways Sammy had it worse. He was trapped in that cage with two pissed off angels that had a lot of time. Me? I wasn't trapped, I was restrained."

He downed the rest of his whiskey and poured himself some more.

"I was dead for four months, but downstairs? It was forty goddamn years. I was chained and hooked to a rack where Alistair, torture master extraordinaire sliced and diced into me until he couldn't anymore. And then suddenly I was all in one piece and he could start over."

"That's not something you forget, the feel of something slicing your skin open, the feel of your skin sizzling off the bone." Oliver whispered.

"True. I'd rather remember that over and over again than have the memory of doing it to someone else."

"They let me marinate on that island. I did things no one would want to do because I wanted to survive. They used that to their advantage and instead used it to get information."

"You see," Dean breathed, "That's where you and I are different. Thirty years in and I couldn't take it anymore, so I took the offer. I hopped of the torture table and became the torturer. And I loved it down there, I enjoyed every second I ripped someone's skin from their muscles and that is something I will never forgive myself for."

Oliver looked at him silently for a moment, "Did you really?"

"Did I really what?"

"Did you really enjoy it?"

"Yeah I just told you I did."

"Are you sure? Are you sure you just weren't so relieved to be free of the pain that anything would seem better than that? The liberation of having nothing else rip into you washed over you like life itself. You were free Dean, you weren't evil."

Dean looked at Oliver like he had just ripped his brain out, wiped it clean, and slid it back inside his head again.

"I've never thought of it that way." Dean whispered.

"You probably didn't think of it that way because subconsciously you don't think you deserve to feel that way. Trust me I know the feeling."

"How'd you figure that out?"

"How do you think? Felicity." Oliver couldn't help smiling.

"Jo's probably been trying to shove that into my brain for a while now." Dean mused.

"I'm sure of it." Oliver confirmed.

"Don't—"Dean gestured to Oliver with his hand, his tone had grown serious, "Don't hurt her." Oliver could hear the pleading in Dean's voice. "Felicity is the best of us. She deserves the best."

"And you're okay with me?" Oliver asked astonished.

"I wouldn't want her with anyone else." Dean told him, "Not only do I trust you to protect her, but she cares about you, that's what matters."

"I guess you're right."

"No guesses man. You think I believe that I deserve someone as amazing as Jo? Fuck no, but she loves me, for some outlandish reason, and I'm not going to break her heart because I don't think I'm worth it. If she thinks so, it's good enough for me. Capisce?" Dean asked.

"Capisce." Oliver replied with a small smile.

Dean had never met anyone like Oliver Queen before. It reassured him—if Oliver could accept himself then so could he.

Here's the next chapter! Hope you guys liked it! R&R—also I really love writing Crowley it's almost as fun as writing Gabriel. One Love, Liz.