Jazz, this idea hit me: John Constantine needing to hide out from a demon and he winds up running into the nearest building–that happens to be an SPN convention with a shit ton of Castiels running around in the lobby. John shrugs, takes off the red tie, and blends in with the crowd. (And John has that kind of fucking luck, doesn’t he?)
This is too good not to post. Can I have this story now?
Imagine the sheer volume of photos of him that would land on Tumblr. He’d nick someone’s lanyard and badge and then have to introduce himself as “ImpalaSexasaurus94.” Which is going to make things interesting because A) ImpalaSexasaurus94 is a popular, prolific slash writer and was here to meet their fans, and B) ImpalaSexasaurus94 also has a very active social media life and that theft’s going to be all over the con’s Tumblr and Twitter tags in fifteen minutes.
Let the games begin.
To top this off, Jack’s facial recognition software is set up to monitor for photos of certain people—say, Gwen, the Doctor’s multiple incarnations, Dean, Sam, Cas, Martha, Mickey, Coulson (IiiiiiiI can’t help thinking of SHIELD existing and loathing Torchwood. Hell, SHIELD probably used them as cover every great once in a while and vice versa.) Anyway, Jack’s software picks up on Constantine in among the locals and so he calls him up and, upon finding out what’s happening, laughs way too much. John begs him to help with his cover ‘cause he can’t go outside.
Let the games begin indeed.
After that one post I may be writing stripper Jack Harkness. (Janto, Torchwood)
Is it bad that while watching that early scene in Dark Water with the lava I was over here saying “Well, good thing Jack still has a key and there’s a phone on the outside of the Tardis.”
Could you imagine the awkwardness of that phone call though? “Uh, hi Jack, it’s been a while…manipulator still working? Good. I need a favor…”
Superwood Halloween Ficlet
Captain Jack Harkness adjusted his tiara and smoothed his pink satin dress. “Ready, Prince Charming?” he turned and smiled at Castiel.
The angel was dressed in something vaguely resembling a uniform, with a sash across the chest. “I still don’t understand the purpose…”
“It’s having fun,” said Jack leaning in to kiss him before taking his arm. “And we need to blend in.”
It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the party. Heads turned, mostly staring at Jack, but he simply smiled back at them. The party was full of all sorts as the moved around and mingled.
“You some kind of fairy?” one guy, obviously a bit drunk, growled at Jack.
“No, I’m a princess,” answered Jack, touching his tiara. “I’m not the one with wings. Though…” he leaned a little closer. “I bet I could make you see stars.” He winked.
The guy looked about to take a swing for a moment, but then Castiel was stepping between the two of them. Apparently a ticked off angel had a glare to make almost anyone back down, because the drunk guy muttered something and stumbled off.
Castiel turned to Jack. “I do believe the object of interest is in the attic.”
“You’re my object of interest,” grinned Jack. Castiel gave him a look. “I know, I know. Job. Lead on.”
As Jack gathered his skirts, Castiel led the way up a back staircase. They crept through the second floor and to another narrow staircase. There was a terrific sound and they both rushed, Jack nearly tripping, only to find two people already there.
Sam and Dean weren’t making any effort at costume, but they turned in unison at the sound of Castiel and Jack. Dean blinked and stared at the two. Sam took one look and then doubled over with laughter.
“Thought you two were three states over,” said Jack, smoothing his dress again and making sure he hadn’t ripped anything.
“Yeah well, clearly we’re not,” growled Dean.
Grinning, Jack moved towards Dean. “Well, since you’ve saved the day, here’s your princess.”
Dean held up his flashlight like it was a weapon. “Not one step closer, Harkness.”
Without missing a beat, Jack stepped to Sam, who was wiping his eyes, and swept him into short waltz, ignoring the daggers Dean was glaring at his back. When they finished Sam gave Jack a short bow.
“There’s still a party downstairs,” said Jack. “I think we should all celebrate.”
They headed back down. A fast song was playing and Jack pulled Castiel close, feet remembering steps and leading his angel.
