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A birthday fic for jazzforthecaptain

Two Captains and an Angel -Castiel wants Jack Harkness and John Hart….at the same time

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Jack swaggered into the bar, Castiel in tow just behind him. He could feel the angel’s nervousness, but he knew this was just what he wanted. They’d talked about bringing in a third, had even done it a few times with Jack in the middle, but this time it was Castiel that wanted the treat. And to Jack’s surprise, he’d named the partner he wanted.

John Hart was nursing a drink at the bar when Jack walked up and took a seat next to him. John threw back the rest of his drink and looked at Jack, appraising him and the angel standing just behind him. “Social visit?”

Jack leaned forward, fisting the front of John’s Jacket and snogging him. John responded immediately, moaning softly into his mouth. Finally he jerked back, wiping his mouth. “Figures your boyfriend likes to watch.”

“He wants to do more than that this time,” said Jack.

John’s eyebrow made a run for his hairline. “Really. Well then, what are we waiting for?”

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“Jack.” Castiel whispered his name. Not the name of his birth, a name chosen for a time and place far away. A name he’d expected to discard as soon as he finished using it. But the name had clung to him, had taken roots. It was the name the Doctor had called him, and Rose. The name he had died carrying. The name he had taken into another century and eventually to meeting his very namesake. It was as much a part of him now as the strap on his wrist and the coat on his shoulders and the never-ending life in his blood and bones. And on Castiel’s lips it was a prayer and a promise.  [x]

iamianto gave me a fantastic prompt and I ran with it:

The Sound of Wings – The sound of wings could thrill him almost as much as the sound of the TARDIS…

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I am happy to say this is my 200th fic!

200 fics, 316320 words. Holy crap. I have a problem. A ficcy problem. (and it’s not quite a year since I started consistently with Sherlock)

Anyway, it feels appropriate that this a superwood fic, written for willow555 and jazzforthecaptain

Immortal Wings – No matter what stupid things Jack does, it seems Castiel will always be there to pick him up.

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Jack leaned wearily against Castiel, made stronger by the angel at his back. They were still fighting, though Jack was down to a single knife. Of course he’d gotten involved in a rebellion, of course he’d gotten in over his head. And of course Castiel had shown up just as he was about to get his ass thoroughly kicked.

Jack swung, taking down another foe. “My ship is off to the right, if we can get to it.”

Castiel nodded, not condemning Jack’s choice, for which he was grateful. Castiel had pulled his ass out of the fire enough times by now, Jack was sometimes surprised he kept coming back. But whenever he truly needed him, it seemed that Castiel was there. Pushing away from the angel, Jack took down three more in quick succession, grunting in pain as one of them sliced his side.

Then Castiel was there again, catching him. “Close your eyes,” he ordered and Jack obeyed without question. He could feel himself bleeding out fast as the flash of Castiel’s power faded behind his eyelids. Invisible wings sheltered him as Castiel picked him up like a child and carried him to the ship. Jack died as they reached the door.

He gasped awake a few moments later, groaning as his body finished knitting itself together. Castiel was staring at the controls, puzzled. Jack chuckled and heaved himself out of the bunk. “You’re an angel, but you don’t know how to fly.”

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Memory (1360 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Superwood – Fandom, Supernatural, Torchwood, Doctor Who
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel/Jack, Castiel (Supernatural)/Jack Harkness
Characters: Jack Harkness, Castiel (Supernatural), Castiel
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Angst, Being immortal sucks, Bottom Jack, Top Castiel, Anal Sex
Summary:

Castiel is there to remind Jack he has a reason to go on.

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I’m writing some harkstiel angst/smut and Jack’s compact laser deluxe just made an appearance.

One hand slid down Jack’s body. He carefully removed the tiny pistol and set it aside.

“Forgot about that,” smiled Jack.

“No you didn’t,” admonished Cas, watching him with fond amusement in his eyes.

“Hey, that thing has saved my bacon more than once.” Jack ran his hands of Castiel’s chest. “And it was a rough bar.”