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Entering the bridge of the Condor, Aerrow and Sam placed Dean on a chair when the elder Winchester brother slumped forward. “He’s hurt bad. He’s hurt really bad.” Sam diagnosed.

Aerrow apologized, “You gotta understand that I’m sorry. I really am genuine sorry.”

“It’s alright. We get the point of it. We’d do the same thing.” reassured Sam.

Piper came back carrying a red and white crystal and explained, “It’s a First Aid Crystal. It should be able to make him better.”

Piper held the crystal over Dean as the crystal began to grow and Dean’s hazel eyes slowly fluttered open. “Sammy. Who kicked the stuffin’ out of me?...cause I’m gonna waste them!” Dean ranted drowsily.

“Dean. It was an accident. We kinda freaked them out and they attacked us.” intervened Sam.

“Who’s they?” wondered Dean.

“Uh, Piper and Aerrow and a couple of other guys.” Sam answered.

“Please Sammy! Lemme kill them! They could’ve killed me! Please Sammy Boy!” begged Dean and Sam pouted, causing the older Winchester brother to have one of his rare moments of silence.

“Oh, well, uh, that’s really reassuring.” Finn randomly commented.

“Well, so, umm, what…” Sam trailed off.

“Maybe they should’ve just killed me. After all, I’m sentenced to Hell in less than a year.” Dean sighed.

“Dean…”

“What?”

“I nearly got a way out of your deal!”

“Sammy! You’re not getting me out of it!” roared Dean.

“Dean! I don’t care what you say! I’m getting you out of it!” Sam roared back.

“Hey! Guys! Don’t argue!” Piper interrupted and both Winchesters became silent. “Okay, first of all, who are you again?”

“Sam Winchester. And this is my brother Dean.”

“Well, I’m Piper of the Storm Hawks. And that’s Aerrow, and that’s Finn, and that’s Junko, and that’s Stork, and that’s Radarr. You’re on the Condor. Oh, and we’re the Storm Hawks. Aerrow’s our Sky Knight.”

“Where are we?”

“Oh, right now, we just are going over Tropica. In Atmos. We’re gonna go take care of some Cyclonian scum.”

“Who?”

“Cyclonians? You know, the bad guys?”

“Uh, we’re kinda new here so, not really.”

“Oh, well, then the bad guys.”

“Okay, so-”

“You guys can give us a hand! Can you fight?”

“Hell yeah!”

“Okay. We’ll find you some sort of weapons. And we can probably get Stork to build you two skimmers.” Began Piper. “It’s the perfect plan! My best yet!”

“Uh, so I guess you make all the plans?” Sam guessed.

“Of course she does. She’s our navigation and tactics officer and our crystal specialist. She’s the best there is.” Bragged Aerrow.

“Wait. Does this mean we fly? In the air?” questioned Dean.

“Of course!” Aerrow answered and Dean turned a sickly gray color. “What’s his problem?”

Sam replied, “Well, he sorta has a small problem with flying.”

“That means certain doom.” Stork piped up.

“That’s alright. We can always give him a hand.” Reassured Piper. “Stork! Go build them some rides!”

“We’re doomed.” The merb repeated and he shuffled away.

“Well, I guess I can wrangle something up. I’m sure we got some spare weapons around here somewhere.” Aerrow stated and he began to walk away.

“And I can go find some crystals that’ll work.” Piper declared and she too strolled away.

“Great. We’re gonna be fighting something we never faced before.” Sam ranted.

“And we’re flying!” Dean exclaimed.

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Wow. Dean and Sam against Cyclonians...this will be interesting.