This was clearly written before the premiere of season 3 of Arrow. Blah blah blah.

I know put this up in my other story, "Because Of the Life I Lead." But I decided, why not make it an entire thing on it's own. I don't want the lines between Arrow and my Arrow/Supernatural projects to get blurred so easily, so this should make it a little easier.

Much love,

ReesesPieces2112 (:

"You know this whole demon thing…and disappearing thing…it really puts me at a disadvantage." Felicity huffed, taking deep breaths to calm her heart rate.

Dean laughed, throwing his head back. "Hey, you used to be better at this."

Oliver, Diggle, Roy, and Sara all exchanged the same look; who the hell was this guy and what the hell did Felicity mean when she said 'demon'?

They had just gotten back from a particularly long night chasing around criminals that had no business on the streets. So it was quite the surprise to hear two male voices accompanied with Felicity's when they walked into the foundry.

Felicity reached for Dean, angling her fist at his face only to have him dodge it by ducking.

Taking hold of her hand, Dean spun around, locking her arm behind her back. "You're distracted, Felicity."

"Just a little." She admitted, wiggling free from his grasp. "Not all of us can work out shirtless, Mr. Winchester, and it really isn't fair that you get to."

"I'm gonna puke." Sam stated from her chair. "We have a case to work, Dean, and while it was great catching up, Liss, we really need to get back to it."

"You go ahead, Sammy." Dean let out a long breath, raking his hand through his hair. "I'll catch up."

"Uh huh." Sam rolled his eyes, turning the chair to the computer screen. "Like I'm leaving you guys alone for a second."

"Again." Dean tossed Felicity a bo staff. "Get angry, Felicity. Fight like you're about to lose everything."

Oliver watched Felicity twirl the bo staff with expertise she had failed to show the rest of the team. He braced himself as he saw her jump, swinging at this Dean fellow, hearing the clacking of both wooden objects clashing with each other.

Dean braced his leg behind Felicity's, dropping her on the mat while she held him steady with her bo staff, rivaling his strength but just barely.

She grunted as he pushed far enough that her elbows hit the mat; her bo staff and his were the only things in the way of them invading each other's personal space, but there was no way she was losing again.

"Come on, Felicity." Dean grunted, using most of his weight to push down farther. "Fight me, Lissy. Don't forget who you are and don't ever play it safe for someone else's sake. Take. Me. Out, Felicity."

Diggle and Roy were ready to jump in as the scene before them looked a little too intense for their liking; this was their I.T. girl, not a fighter. But looking at her now, they knew they were wrong and that maybe they never really knew just who Felicity Smoak was.

Sara glanced over at Oliver, watching his body become tense at the closeness between this Dean and Felicity. Even hiding in the shadows, she could detect his jealousy. A roar tore her attention away from her boyfriend and to the petite blonde woman being overpowered by a man matching Oliver's build.

Felicity pushed herself up, knocking Dean back and darted from her place beside him. She was breathing heavily and she refused to let him get the best of her. "Demon strength or not, don't doubt I won't kick your ass, Dean."

He smirked at her, standing from his place on the training mat and twirling the bo staff. "Bring it on, Fee."

The clacking of the two bo staffs filled the foundry, annoying Sam and surprising team arrow.

Diggle clocked all of Dean's moves, trying to figure out how to block and counter them, only to notice that Felicity had done the same.

Roy couldn't help the smile on his face; he had seen Felicity behind her computer desk more times than he could count and seeing her move fluently made him realize just how bad ass she was.

Sara's eyes never left Oliver, whose hands never unclenched themselves. She watched him watch her and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from interrupting Dean and Felicity when Dean had struck the staff out of her hands and lunged for her.

Felicity was quick, but she wasn't quick enough as Dean tackled her to the mat. The momentum didn't work in his favor as he had hoped, giving her just enough to push them over and straddle him, her fist high in the air.

Dean threw his hands up in defense, grinning at her. "Way to go, Fee. I'm proud."

She snorted, dropping her hand and crossing her arms. "Gee, thanks."

He laughed at the sarcasm in her voice, lifting her body off of his and dropping her onto the mat with a hard thump.

"Ow." She whined, kicking at his legs and pouting when he jumped away. "So uncalled for."

"I really worry about you two." Sam had been watching them spar for the better part of it and stood as Dean approached him.

"Your turn." Dean patted his shoulder. "But I gotta tell yah, Sammy, if she can take me, then there's no way you're winning."

Felicity stood up and stretched her arms above her head, rolling her neck from side to side, smiling at the two brothers bickering about who was stronger. Dean was no doubt a great deal stronger than Sam, but he reeled most of it in for his little brother's sake. She inhaled deeply, letting the smell of Dean's cologne attack her senses; it was very different from Oliver's, it had a muskier scent to it and it comforted her as Dean and Sam were the only two people in the world who knew the real her. Guilt washed over her as she realized she'd kept so much from Diggle and Oliver, and they'd done nothing but protect her from the moment she stepped into the foundry.

"Felicity." Dean's voice was dark and it made her jump as he suddenly appeared beside her with Sam on her other side.

"Someone's here." Sam clarified, taking a protective stance over her.

The team grew stiff. They didn't know these men; they didn't know what they were capable of. Both men seem to match Oliver's strength so it was obvious they were a force to be reckoned with.

"Oliver? Digg?" Felicity breathed, eyes widening in panic as they all stepped out from their hiding place. They'd been there the whole time and she knew…it was time to tell them everything.

Dean scoffed at the mention of Oliver's name, having known him from the times Felicity had called to rave about what Oliver did that time to set her off. The last call was different though; her voice held sadness in it, strained as she choked back sobs. Oliver had re-ignited an old flame by the name of Sara Lance and it made Dean want to rip his head off.

"Felicity." Oliver spoke, nodding to her. Outside he was calm, but inside he was screaming at the top of his lungs; who were these guys? How did they know her? Why were they in the foundry? Did everything that happened with Barry Allen teach her nothing?

Sam reached back to give Dean's arm a slight slap, gesturing to the computer behind them. "Dean."

"Not now, Sammy." Dean growled after noticing Felicity's hands begin to tremble.

"Dean, the case." Sam insisted, watching something in his brother snap and he grabbed Felicity, pushing her to the ground as Dean reached out to punch him. Hard.

"Dean!" Felicity gasped and jumped from her spot to stop him from advancing on his brother. "Dean, stop! This is Sam!"

Dean sprang for her as the room fell silent.

Oliver reached for his bow and took his stance quickly, aiming it at Dean's head. He shot Diggle a glare when his partner's hand came up to stop him, gesturing for him to look again.

Dean held Felicity against him protectively with a menacing look in his eye boring down at Sam, who was still on the ground wiping away the blood from his mouth.

"Dean." Felicity whispered, her grip tight on his biceps as she tried to pull him back to reality. "Dean, look at me, please? Sam wasn't trying to hurt me, you know that."

Dean felt the thickness in the air dissolve around him and he slumped to the floor with Felicity dropping to her knees with him. "I'm sorry, Sammy."

Felicity engulfed him, holding his head to her chest and waiting for his breathing to calm down. A gesture that sent a pang through Oliver's heart as he thought of the countless times she'd tried to comfort him in the same way but he had been to stubborn to let her.

"It's okay." Sam scooted over to his brother and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's instinct, Dean, we all know that."

"But, I…" Dean wound his arms tight around Felicity's tiny frame and squeezed her body to his. "I thought…Felicity…"

"We're hunters, Dean." Felicity leaned her head against the top of his. "This is what we are. This is who we are. You've always been protective and that's never going to change, demon or not."

The small ping! from her computers had Sam on his feet and striding across the lair to see what had come up. It had also reminded Felicity that they were not alone anymore and while she wanted nothing more than to explain everything to team Arrow, she wasn't letting go of the man in her arms any time soon.

Sara watched Felicity run her hands through this man's hair, scratching his scalp lightly and comforting him; something Oliver also noticed and felt something stir in him that he hadn't felt in years.

Roy shot an amused smirk at Oliver's back, clearly enjoying the fact that his mentor had no idea he could even still be jealous of anyone or anything. He opened his mouth to comment on it but shut it as a hand came up and smacked the back of his head lightly.

Diggle shook his head at Roy; it was definitely not a good time to push any of Oliver's buttons. He also wanted to pick at Oliver about how he was acting, but would wait for a better time. Now, though…now, he needed answers. Answers that only Felicity could give.

Dean was stewing in regret, anger, and fear all in one. Regret that he had let such an incident happen in front of Felicity. Anger that he hadn't been able to control it better. Fear that she had been in danger, when really, she hadn't been, and he couldn't tell the difference anymore; something the hunter part of him used to know, but the demon part shoves aside and just attacks.

"Hey, they found another body." Sam said, walking up to them again. "I know this is a bad time, Dean, but we have to move."

"Go." Felicity pulled back from their embrace, cupping his face in her hands. "Be a hero."

Dean sighed and placed a kiss on her forehead, a silent promise that they'd be back. "Be careful."

She nodded while dropping her hands and reluctantly watching him stand and follow Sam out of the foundry, pulling his shirt over his head. Frowning, she turned to her other team; the people who thought she couldn't handle herself, only to find she'd been lying the entire time they knew her.

Oliver waited to hear the click of the door before advancing on her in the calmest way possible. "Felicity, are you going to explain to us what the hell we just saw?"

As soon as his feet started moving, Felicity had jumped up from her spot and began walking backwards; she knew he wasn't going to hurt her, but something about the way he towered over her intimidated her in ways that Sam and Dean didn't. "Well…um…where do I even start?"

"The beginning," Diggle finally spoke up, "would be nice."

]She found her way back to her chair with shaky knees, sitting in it and exhaling deeply. "None of this is going to make sense to you guys, you'll think I'm crazy."

"I highly doubt it." Sara smiled comfortingly, sitting on the ground in front of Felicity with her legs crossed. "The things Ollie and I saw on Lian Yu defy the laws of explanation. So, come on, hit us with it."

Felicity looked up at Oliver, Diggle, and Roy as they all nodded with Roy and Diggle a little more eager than Oliver. "I was seven when Mr. Winchester found me in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Strange things were happening in our town, scary things, things I couldn't even begin to understand at that age. People were disappearing left and right, bodies showing up mutilated, it was all enough to have my mom placing a phone call in the middle of night. She was scared, she was panicking, and the only thing she could think of was keeping me safe. She had called John Winchester, who was already on his way when he had caught wind of it while working on another case. They were old friends, him and my mom, but just before he had gotten into town, something broke into our house. Something fast and strong, something that could move in pitch-black darkness like it was a second nature. With all the silence that filled our house, it still managed to find us. It could see us in the dead of night, it could smell us. My mom pushed me out the door so fast, I never got a chance to see what took her. When John showed up, it was too late. It was already morning and I had gone back into our house to see what happened. He found me sitting by her corpse…hugging her…drenched in her blood. He scooped me up and took me away, I haven't been back since."

Sara had reached up to hold her hand tightly, tears in her eyes as she had realized this fragile girl had endured more in her life than Sara and Oliver ever did combined.

"It wasn't until he had taken me back to the hotel where Dean was watching over Sam that he explained it all to me. That thing that killed my mom was a vampire. And no, not the sparkles in the sun, long cape, two fangs kind of vampire. I'm talking full set of fangs, can only truly be killed by chopping their head off kind of vampire."

The color drained from Oliver's face as he listened to Felicity and watched her grip get tighter with every sentence that passed.

"I should have been scared." Felicity continued. "I should have gone to the police. But then…then John gave me a second chance, a chance to be faster and stronger. He gave me a chance for revenge. So, he trained me along with Dean and Sam. John trained us to be hunters, killing anything and everything your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. It was all so extensive and brutal that I ended up taking a liking to computers in my spare time. Then finally…finally when I was fourteen, I found it. The one who killed my mother and when I did, I just…" She closed her eyes, wanting to hunch over and release the bile rising in her throat. "I killed it. No, I…I executed it. I tied it to a chair and didn't even bother listening to it say it had changed, that it didn't feed on humans anymore. I tortured that thing for hours and hours before I ran a wooden stake through its heart and lopped off its head."

"Felicity…" Diggle tried to stop her because she had never shared her past with them and he could see why; she was ashamed by it, she was visibly sick at the thought of it. "You don't have to-."

"Yes, I do." She loosened her grip on Sara's hand, though Sara's grip remained; a silent understanding passing between all of them. "It wasn't until years later, after I'd slain my way through dozens and dozens of monsters without a second thought that I…I realized, he had a family. He turned his family and that night he killed my mom, he was still new. He didn't know how to control it. But what really made me sick was that I killed his family too. His wife and his daughter, just…slaughtered them without even thinking. I had to change. I had to be different. I had to leave John and the guys, but when I did, John never welcomed me back, like he never welcomed Sam back when he left for law school. When John disappeared, I was too selfish to help Sam and Dean track him down. I had just graduated MIT and was starting at Queen Consolidated, I couldn't risk it. And when he died, memories of the night I held my mom came running back, it was all so much at once. I felt like I'd lost another parent."

"Felicity." Oliver exhaled and moved in to scoop her up from her chair, engulfing her in a hug filled with so much emotion, he didn't know he was capable of.

She drew in a big breath and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, smiling at the fact that he was so much taller than her that her feet were dangling from the floor.

He gave her one last squeeze before setting her on her feet and pulling back from their embrace to cup her cheeks. "Everything's going to be okay."

"Good." She smiled up at him and closed her eyes as relief flooded her body.

"So, wait." Roy interjected. "Are you…a killer, Felicity? Ow!"

Diggle's hand once again met the back of the young archer's head with more force than the first time.

"I was just asking!" He rubbed the back of his head. "I mean, we all saw her sparring with that guy, she's pretty damn good."

"True." Diggle smirked. "You been holding out on us, Ms. Smoak?"

"Maybe." A grin broke out across her face and Oliver chuckled at the joyful gleam in her eye.

"Come on." Roy grabbed her hand with excitement. "I want to see just what you've been holding back."

"Roy!" She squealed with laughter as he dragged her back to the training mats. "Okay, okay!"

Sara stepped up beside Oliver and Diggle, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders as Felicity's laugh filled the foundry. "Ollie…"

"I know." He answered with a grin as Felicity ducked and took a swipe at Roy's feet, landing him flat on his back with a loud thump!

Diggle laughed and stopped the timer on his phone, informing Roy that it had taken Felicity 6.2 seconds to pin him down. "Oh man, kid, we're seriously stepping up your training regimen."

"Like you could have done any better." Roy snapped as he stood up and brushed himself off.

"I probably could." Diggle nodded with arms crossed. "But I think Oliver can take the next round, right, Oliver?"

Oliver nodded, smirking at the blush creeping up Felicity's face as he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off in one move. Stepping up to the mat, he took his stance and became rather impressed when she took one that matched his, something she hadn't done before. "Ready?"

"Are you?" She teased, jumping away from his reach as he lunged for her.

Diggle gave Sara and Roy a look as they nodded, understanding that it was time to leave Felicity and Oliver to themselves.

Moving to walk upstairs, Diggle took one last glance back to find Oliver had been pinned to the mat with Felicity straddling his waist and her hands holding his wrists to the mat. Whether Oliver let it happen or Felicity really did beat him in a sparring match, Diggle would never know. The last thing he wanted to do was stick around after Oliver leaned in to kiss her.