“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…
big-brother-gadreel-needs-hugs:
Other Fandom: It’s okay, you know my favorite character died too.
The Supernatural Fandom:
Depends:
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.
teaser below the cut
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.”
it’s not an obsession until you search for fanfiction
It’s not a true obsession until you run out of fanfiction to read.
and shit gets real when you start writing fanfiction
i just saw the last two years of my life flash before my eyes
When I saw this weeks superwholockthecomic prompt I knew I had to do demon-possessed Jack Harkness:
Jack Harkness stumbled down the hallway. This hunt had been shit from the get go. And now he was separated from the others and he had this asshole in his head.
Oh come on I’m your new best friend.
This was worse than the time he’d had to share a mind with John for a day. They really needed to figure out how to get an anti-possession symbol on or in him somewhere.
But then you’d miss out on all the fun.
Jack cursed in several colorful languages, struggling against the cloud enveloping his mind. In frustration he knocked his head against the wall.
The demon laughed and gripped harder, making Jack stumble. Just give in. We could accomplish so much.
“No,” growled Jack aloud. He’d reached his goal room and threw himself sprawling into the middle of the floor as the demon got ahold of his limbs. With a cackle, the demon got Jack to his feet…and could go no further.
Look up, thought Jack.
The demon did so with Jack’s eyes. A devil’s trap was painted on the ceiling. Now it was the demons turn to curse.
Hope you’re comfy. We might be here a while.
They were still standing there twenty minutes later when Sam and Dean came into the room, looking worse for wear. “Jack?” Asked Sam, taking a step closer until Dean put a hand on his arm.
“Not Jack,” Dean nodded curtly at the trap on the ceiling.
“Hey Sammy,” the demon grinned with Jack’s voice, eyes flashing black before returning to blue.
“Where’s Jack?” Sam frowned.
“Oh, you know the answer to that already.”
Just stab me, Jack thought hard at the two hunters.
The demon laughed. “He wants you to kill him. Humans. Though there is something different about this one.”
“There is,” Castiel was suddenly standing behind Jack. The demon turned, smile on his face.
Dean moved fast, plunging the demon-killing blade just under his ribs.
Thanks, thought Jack as he fell.
He gasped awake a minute later with Sam cradling his head and Castiel crouching next to him. Sam was glaring at Dean. “Feel better?”
“Yeah, actually I do.” He was wiping Jack’s blood from the blade.
Jack struggled to his feet. “Try not to make a habit of it.” He had a monster headache, pun unintended.
“No promises. At least until we can figure out how to keep you from getting possessed.”
“Fair,” muttered Jack, pushing himself away from the others and heading outside.
Sam looked at Dean as he walked away. “You enjoyed that.”
“Stabbing Captain Cheesecake? Maybe a little. Not like it sticks.”
Glaring at him again, Sam went to follow after him. Castiel stepped closer to Dean. “Perhaps you should think about that.” He followed after Sam and Jack.
“Well maybe he should think about not flirting with everyone and being a pain in my ass,” muttered Dean, finishing cleaning up.
so here is John and Carole, the first part of their panel. The video is playing from about 11 in when they’re talking about supernatural (for my superwood friends he literally sings and dances about misha). At 14 he gets asked a REALLY stupid question that actually makes John rant, and it’s kinda intense. The whole thing is pretty good though.
Not my vid
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)