Maybe A Little Broken

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When Cas arrived at the safe house he bound the man to the chair sitting in the middle of the room. He checked to make sure he was still unconscious. Satisfied, he went to get a first aid kit.

He was still stitching up his wing when the man woke up. "Good evening." Cas greeted him. "Where am I?" He asked. "I'm afraid I'll be the one asking the questions here." He looked up at Dark Angel and muttered "Oh my god it's you."

Cas smirked, not that the man could see it. "Do you know who I am?" He inquired. "You're that stupid superhero running around the city sticking your nose in other people's business."

"Why so hostile?"

"Why so hostile- y-you freakin' kidnapped me!"

"I like to think it more as surprise interrogation." Cas paused. "Tell me more about this little operation of yours." The man shook his head, "As if I'd tell you." He put his hand on the backrest of the chair and pushed so the back of the chair was maybe a foot from the ground.

"Listen, I've had a really long night, and you shot me. So if you could kindly provide me with the information you have, it would be most appreciated." Cas said as his already glowing eyes flashed. The man's eyes widened. "I-I don't know much. My boss Crowley, he just asked me to get the vial- oh, oh no. W-where is the vial?!"

"Safe. Speaking of the vial, what's in it?" Cas leaned the chair back.

"I d-dunno! He just asked me to get it!"

"You got a location?"

"Just a drop location!"

"Tell me."

—D

Dean zip tied the robbers hands before clapping his own "Well! Looks like another job well done."

"Whatever," Sam's voice came through the earpiece, "I'm going dark for a bit, you can handle being on your own, right?"

"Yeah I've got it." And he jumped onto the rooftops.

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