Reblog if you’re a “Castiel Girl”
From the Ruins (851 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Torchwood, Supernatural, Superwood – Fandom
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Castiel/Jack, Castiel (Supernatural)/Jack Harkness
Characters: Jack Harkness, Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural)
Additional Tags: First Meetings, World War II, Temporary Character Death – Jack Harkness, Cardiff, The Blitz
Summary:
The first time Jack Harkness meets Castiel is in the ruins of a Cardiff basement.
J-john Barrowman… saw my photo manips. Th-that’s why he posed with Misha. They’d never met and he saw these pics in 2013 and I am broken.
OMIGOD YOU ARE LITERALLY THE REASON WE HAVE MISHAMAN?!?!?!
OMIGOD JAZZ
JAZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is possibly the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.
And now that I’ve spammed you all with John and Misha, have a quick little harkstiel ficlet I wrote earlier today:
Wake Me – Castiel is there when Jack has bad dreams.
teaser below the cut
In his dreams, Jack could never get away. Faces haunted him. Places. Lives that he passed by, touched for a moment, or a year and then gone. He twitched in his sleep, seeing the ones he couldn’t save.
A kiss awakened him. Pushing the dreams aside, he smiled against it and opened his eyes. “Good morning, Prince Charming.”
Castiel’s brow furrowed. “I’m not a Prince.”
harkstiel; “This one’s on me.”
“This one’s on me.” Jack raised his head at the familiar voice. Castiel set the drink in front of him and took a seat.
Jack gave him a tired smile and sipped it. “What are you doing out here?”
Instead of answering, Castiel reached across and took his free hand, watching his face.
Looking away, Jack kept drinking until it was gone. “I had to,” he said quietly. “If I hadn’t, a lot more people would have died.”
“I didn’t come here to judge you,” said Castiel gently, squeezing his hand.
Jack finally dragged his eyes back to the angel. “I know, and I’m grateful.”
Watching him, Castiel leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. Jack smiled and kissed him back, a little less chastely.
Harkstiel, “Hey, have you seen the…? /Oh/.”
Jack ran a hand through his hair as he moved through the ruins that had been old when this planet was young. Castiel didn’t ask for help lightly, but here Jack was, under an orange-blue sky with three moons and a constant wind. “Have you seen the…Oh.” Jack stopped and looked at Castiel crouching in front of what appeared to be a child. “Is that him?”
Castiel gave a small nod and made room for Jack to crouch next to him. The kid appeared human, but Jack knew there was no guarantee.. He put his hand out, but Castiel caught it.
“He’s caught in a psychic web. It needs to be another human that draws him out.”
Jack grimaced and nodded, settling himself on his knees in the dust. Delicate work. He reached out his hand again and touched the cool forehead.
He felt himself falling but a dark-winged angel caught and steadied him. He pressed deeper into the mind, climbing through carefully woven strands. Psionics was never his best skill, but at least he’d been trained and had Castiel’s grace to guide him.
It felt like a long struggle, but at last they reached the center and the boy. Jack knelt next to him and spoke quietly, gentle persuasion, until finally the boy got to his feet and followed him back out.
Jack opened his eyes and felt the ache in his knees. The boy was blinking as if coming out of a long sleep. Castiel gave Jack another nod and gathered the boy in his arms. In a moment they were gone.
Smiling softly, Jack hit a few buttons on his manipulator and the ruins were empty again.
