Double trouble...but like...times four so it's eight? - OC spanking story

Grey wolves, loose ties, and a lot of white lies

Whoosh!

"Damn it!"

  Whoosh!

"Just a little to the left...c'mon.." 

"Olie?"

Whoosh!

"Dammit! What?!"

Dean shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't used seeing Oliver this...scary? I mean, yeah, he saw him angry, pissed, worried, livid beyond reason, crushed beyond tears and yet, he never saw him like this. What little of his face was seen from under that hood was firm and cold. There was some kind of aura around him, pulsating and lashing out, showing just how angry he was.

The fact he had an arrow aimed at Dean's face also added to the impression.

"Oliver?"

Thankfully, that seemed to make him come to his senses. He lowered the arrow down with a look of shame on his face.

"Sorry." He mumbled. Sighing annoyed, he lowered the hood down so Dean could once again see his face. Something of the brother Dean knew returned to his posture. "I wasn't thinking. I'm so sorry for that." He sighed. Dean nodded tiredly, running fingers through his hair.

"It's okay."

"No it's not! I shouldn't have...I'm just..."

"Stressed. Worried. Scared. Pissed. Is there anything I missed?"

Dean couldn't help but be impressed by the way Damon casually strolled into the room. He knew he​ ​ wouldn't be able to do it. Especially while knowing his ass was on the line, too. He knows he'll probably get murdered once this is over, and it's still not stopping him from concentrating on what's happening now.

It was just one of those things with Damon he didn't know where to put.

"I still can't decide if you're stupidly brave or just...Well, stupid.' He babbled without thinking. Oliver huffed unhappily. He stared Damon down with steely look on his face. "I'd say both. Is everything ready?"

Damon nodded. "Arrows are filled and prepared. They're with your best bow, sitting in your trunk. Grant is still sleeping, and I don't think he'll wake any time soon."

Oliver's face flashed with worry for a split second, before settling back into his usual firm expression.

"Good. Have you heard from the others?"

Damon nodded again, trying to ignore Dean's look burning through his skull.

"It's... not good. We should get going. Dean's stuff is ready. I just cleaned, filled all his guns and put them into his trunk."

Oliver still didn't like the idea of Dean fiddling with the guns. It was one of the things Dean learned in an army, and, supposedly, he was highly skilled with them.

Doesn't mean I have to love the idea.

Just like he's been reading his mind, Dean suddenly pulled out a gun at his belt.

Zap!

There was almost no sound, for which both Oliver and neighbours were immensely grateful.

He turned around to see where the bullet went.

It was stuck straight in the middle of the board, breaking a tiny part of off the arrow he has been practicing with.

"I'm impressed." He commented. Dean smiled smugly.

"What about you?"

Without even turning back, Oliver aimed the arrow back at the target.