I wrote awabubbles a Sam/Jack
Respite – Sam knows Dean is lying to him. All he wants from Jack is a night of respite.
This gifset inspired me to write a harkstiel ficlet:
Mending – Castiel mends Jack’s coat. It’s a lot harder to mend Jack.
teaser below the cut
The night was quiet, save a small breeze through the trees and the usual background of insects. A campfire crackled in front of Castiel as he carefully drew needle and thread through the heavy fabric of Jack’s coat. On the other side of the fire, Jack dozed lightly, his wounds already healing. Soon the freshly mended coat would be the only evidence left of the recent fight.
Jack stirred and sat up, poking at the fire and watching the embers for a long moment before turning his gaze to Castiel’s deft fingers. The angel shifted the material in his hands and made sure the coat didn’t get dragged through the dirt at his feet. Leaning back, Jack looked up at the stars above them, spread out like a dark blanket across the wide, moonless sky. Castiel couldn’t help but notice the faraway look in his eyes. Thinking of other times, other people, other places.
New Castiel Torchwood headcanon:
Cas acquired guitar skill at some point and does play. Primarily because it’s a conduit to emotion. That’s not actually new, I’ve wanted Cas to pick up a guitar since I picked one up myself.
This is new: Cas has a slow-growing collection of vintage electric guitars. Some of them were acquired ‘out of time,’ saved from untimely demise at the hands of careless players. As such, these guitars aren’t allowed out of his private collection and nobody (except possibly Jack) is aware of their nature.
Most of them, however, were acquired legitimately. He keeps these for a reason: to run tests. Cas has a pet theory that electric guitars are a conduit to the soul, that creative energy is stored in the organic tissue of the wood over time, and that a guitar in the right hands is a sacred object.
He’s been developing tests for years, in his free time, measuring tiny differences in soundwaves from instrument to instrument; player to player.
This is because he’s not entirely sure angels didn’t have a hand in the creation of the first Les Paul. Namely: Gabriel.
jazzforthecaptain killing me with superwood rodeo au feels. Gwen practicing her roping skills on Charlie and Gwen. Jack double teaming the WInchester bros. Everyone teasing Sam over his giant cock.
#AND THEN IT DEVOLVED INTO ENDVERSE FEELS AND ILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU JAZZ #everybody fucks everybody #but i really need dean tied up like a calf okay this is something I seriously need
Some big party going on. Jack relentlessly flirting with nearly everyone. Charlie relentlessly flirting with Tosh and Gwen. After a while it’s Sam that notices that Dean isn’t around first. Jack tries to play innocent but Dean’s soon discovered hogtied in an upstairs room. Sam looks about to beat the shit out of Jack. Jack just shrugs and says it made the party better. Gwen hits him anyway.
