SuperArrow

Chapter 3: Discovery

Dean woke up to find his left hand wrapped in several layers of bandages. He look down and saw that his foot matched his hand.

He sat up in his bed and saw that Sam's bed was already freshly made. Sam was sitting at the table in the motel room, sipping his coffee and looking at his laptop.

Seeing that Dean was up Sam looked over to him. "How are you feeling?" he asked sympathetically.

"Like a million bucks," Dean said sarcastically.

"I tried calling Cas. No luck."

Dean shrugged. They hadn't gotten much help from Castiel lately.

Sam offered him a cup of coffee. Dean picked the bottle of whisky off the bedside table and took a swig of it. He set the bottle back down on the table and took the cup of coffee.

"So, get this," Sam said. "It appears that you're not the first to be a target of this 'vigilante'."

"What do you mean?" Dean took a sip of his coffee.

"Well, he's been going after a lot of people it seems," Sam reported. "The only thing I don't understand is why he went after you. He seems to be going after the rich and powerful, which no offense, doesn't match your description."

"Thanks, Sammy, but I don't think he was targeting me. I think I got in his way."

"How do you mean?" Sam asked.

"There was some other guy he was chasing. He spotted the other dude and ran after him."

"Hmm," Sam said. "Do you have any idea who it was?"

"No. he was wearing a hood just like the maniac who shot me."

"Great. We've got two wanna-be robin hoods and no idea who they are. The only clue we've got is this." Sam pulled out the green arrows that were too familiar to Dean.

He passed the arrows to Dean, who examined them closely.

"We've got work to do," Dean said.

...

Sam pulled into the Starling City Police Station parking lot. He helped Dean out of the Impala and on to his new crutches.

"You got it?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Dean said.

Dean had a hard time with the crutches. Both boys wore their usual "fed threads" which consisted of a suit and tie.

They entered the police. They presented their badges to the secretary at the desk.

"We're here to see Detective Lance," Sam reported.

"Right this way, agents." the secretary instructed.

She brought them to the back of precinct.

"Agents," Lance greeted them.

"I'm agent Davidson and this is Agent Prescott." Sam introduced them. They shook hands.

"Looks like you got banged up pretty bad." Detective Lace noticed.

"Yeah. That vigilante of yours is something," Dean said.

"And that's why we have to find him. Thank you so much for being here. We really appreciate it. Please, sit down." Detective Lance offered Dean a chair.

"It's no problem," Sam said. "Where should we start?"

"We've got several cases of murder from this guy. He seems to be targeting the rich and the powerful,"

"We're going to need a list of names that the vigilante has targeted," Sam instructed.

"Here," Lance said handing Sam and Dean each a prepared list of victims.

They looked through the list of victims and saw that Detective Lance was right. They all followed the same pattern: rich, powerful people.

"Causes of death seem to vary." Sam noticed.

Sam's phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw that it was Castiel. He saw that Dean was looking at him.

Sam nodded at Dean.

"Sorry Detective, it looks like I'm going to have to take this."

Sam saw Dean flip through the list of victims before he left the room.

"Cas?" he said into the phone.

"Hello, Sam. You called?"

"Where have you been? Dean needs your help. He's been shot."

"I'm sorry, Sam."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I have to go now."

"Okay. See you soon." Sam said before he realized Cas had already hung up.

He went back to Dean and Detective Lance and saw Dean pointing to his bandaged hand.

He thought that this would be a good time to leave.

"That was the director. He says he wants us on another case. We're very sorry, detective." Sam apologised.

"I guess I'll never get to tell you the end of my story," Dean said, pretending to be disappointed.

"Thank you for your help," Lance said even though they hadn't done anything.

"What was that?" Sam asked.

"I was telling him about my encounter with the vigilante," Dean said mockingly. "He seems to be like obsessed with catching this guy."

Sam had to walk slowly to keep pace with Dean.

"I don't know, Dean. It seems like this guy is doing more good than bad."

"Really, Sammy?" Dean was shocked. "He shot me in the hand and you're telling me that he's good?"

Sam shrugged and got into the driver's side of the Impala and Dean got in the other side. Sam drove out of the parking lot and was on his way back to the motel.

They didn't notice the man in the green hood perched on the roof of the police station.