the bounty hunter and the metahuman | | supernatural, the flash

nine

eight months after...

"Son of a bitch!" Dean ducked down behind the bar, gunfire ricocheting against the wood. His shield was up, protecting him from stray bullets. "Oi, I just had the bar polished you bastard."

"Give me the money I'm owed, and I won't shoot again!" The gunman warned.

"What fucking money?" Dean bitched. "Do I look like I know who the fuck you're owed money from? I run the bar, that's it, jackass. I don't deal in whatever bullshit you do."

"Shut up." The man snarled. Dean rolled his eyes and send a prayer to Cas, who appeared crouched down beside him a moment later.

"You got enough juice to knock him out?" Dean whispered. Cas shook his head but still had an idea.

"Wait." Cas flew off again, then a few minutes later there was a shout and the sound of a body hitting the ground. Dean popped his head over the bar and smiled at his husband, who was standing over the gunman holding a baseball bat, the man crumpled at his feet.

"I'll call Joe."

After the detective had their Perp arrested, the man's name was Freddy Malone, and he was wanted into connection to a bank heist pulled off a few weeks earlier.

"Why'd he shoot up the bar?"

"Six months ago Snart gave me the bar," Dean informed him, and Joe's eyebrow went up. "I didn't know he was a criminal until after he went off the grid." A total lie and they both knew it, but Joe didn't call him out because Snart was the least of his problems right now, not to mention he couldn't prove it.

"Why'd he give you the bar?" Joe asked.

"Dunno." Dean shrugged. "Last I checked, he said something about me havin' a family to support, and that havin' the bar would help out. Then a week later he went off the grid and his name showed up in connection to that art museum heist."

"You hear from him, you let me know, yeah?" Joe asked. Dean agreed though both men knew Dean probably wouldn't. Cas returned from the back as Joe left, wiping blood off his hands.

"Everything good?" Dean asked Cas, who nodded.

"Parker got shot." Cas shrugged. "I patched him up but he really should see a doctor. Got no idea what was on those bullets, I'm worried about infection."

"Bet he ain't too happy about that." Dean snorted.

"I'll ask Sam to set him up with an ID, and get Claire to go with him," Cas said.

"Sounds like a plan." Dean agreed. "You hear anything on Allen lately?"