Hey! Could I pretty pretty princess please request “Thankfully, it’s not my job to help you.” with Sam x Jack? xoxo
“I know you’ve got the tech for this.” Sam was leaning on the counter.
On the other side the man in the vintage coat was standing with his arms crossed. It had taken a lot of leg work for Sam to track this man down.
“Thankfully, it’s not my job to help you. Whatever tech I do or do not have access to isn’t for amateurs.”
“We’re not amateurs,” growled Sam.
“Right, Hunters. You don’t even know what you’re dealing with, think it’s all demons and ghosts and things.”
Sam knew he’d come at him the wrong way. And now he couldn’t take it back. Taking a breath he tried to make himself look smaller. “Look, let’s talk about this.” He offered his hand. “Sam Winchester.”
“Captain Jack Harkness.” He had a firm grip, and Sam found himself smiling shyly despite the disagreement.
Jack looked him over. “Maybe we can talk about this over drinks?”
“Yeah, sure.” Sam was suddenly a lot more hopeful about the evening.
“Can you reach this for me, Sam?”
“Almost there,” Jack prompts. “Just a little higher.”
“This one?” Sam asks, fingering the faded spine of some ancient book. He’s stretched out to his full height inside the National Archives in Atlanta, Georgia trying to reach a book that this man, calling himself Captain Jack Harkness, insists will help them banish a whole town of ghosts. His brother and him have salted and burned more than a dozen graves and still the ghosts keep coming. They’re at wits end, and they need help. So Dean is on ghost duty and that leaves Sam and Jack here to research.
“No, to the left,” Jack says, casually leaning against the opposite pair of stacks, watching him sweat.
Sam’s shirt rides high against his back as he shifts to the left. Stretch of bare skin between the hem of his shirt and the waistband of his jeans. Feels exposed under the eyes of a stranger. Jack’s impossibly blue eyes. "You know they have ladders for this,“ Sam complains.
"Almost there,” Jack repeats.
Sam touches the binding of the book next to the last and tugs it off the shelf with a grunt. He retracts into himself like a slinky, shoulders hunched forward, pretending to be smaller than he is. His shirt falls back into place covering the brand of his boxers. Jack looks disappointed.
“That Atlanta Woman’s Club Cook Book?”
Sam reads the cover of the book and frowns, looks to Jack for an explanation. But Jack just grins. That’s when Sam scans the decimal code on the spine of the book and realizes he’s been duped.
“This whole section is cook books,” he accuses. “Are you telling me a cook book is going to stop all of these hauntings?”
"I haven’t met anything a good pot roast can’t solve,” Jack says with an easy grin. Then he turns to the shelf he was leaning against this whole time and pulls a book about the local town’s history, hands it to Sam. “Here, that’s what you want.”
Jack exits the stacks without another word leaving Sam with a burning feeling on his cheeks and in his gut. He feels exposed again and unconsciously pulls at the hem at his shirt before following Jack.
Harkstiel, “All you have to do is say, “yes”.
“Come on Cas, we both deserve a break.” Jack bumped his shoulder against the angel’s. Castiel frowned at the paper he was studying.
“This potentially could be a major threat.”
“There are always potential major threats. Let Sam and Dean take care of this one. All you have to do is say ‘yes’.”
Cas eyed him and set the paper down.
“Jack…”
Before he could give another argument, Jack slid a hand underneath Cas’s coat and tickled him under his ribs.
With an undignified squeak Castiel tried to jerk away. Grinning, Jack went for the other side, pinning him against the counter
After a bit of giggling, Jack suddenly got a fateful of wing, sending him stumbling back with a wide smile.
“Fine,” said Castiel, rolling his eyes.
“Good.” Jack turned away, only to realize angels were very good at finding ticklish spots.
A few rooms away Dean was decidedly not blushing as he turned up his headphones to drown out the laughing and giggling.
samxjack “are you dead?”
Jack gasped awake, and then groaned as the sharp piece of metal that had killed him slid to the floor. He tried to move and found he was still pinned by the rubble.
“Are you dead?” called Sam from somewhere close by.
“Never for long,” answered Jack. “Got your ass out like I told you?”
The rubble shifted next to him. “How did you know that demon was going to explode?” asked Sam.
“Not a demon. They’re from Baraxis Prime. You don’t want to get in an argument with them.”
“I can see why.” Sam got a hole open and pulled Jack out to safety.
Jack coughed and leaned on him a moment before leaning in to kiss him. “Thanks,” he grinned.
“Really wish you’d quit making a habit of it,” muttered Sam.
“You’re always worth it Sam, and besides, I always come back.” Jack touched his cheek.
Grumbling and looking away, Sam helped him to their truck.
Demons and Ghosts – FaceofMer – Superwood – Fandom, Torchwood, Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
Demons and Ghosts – FaceofMer – Superwood – Fandom, Torchwood, Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
When Torchwood came into the warehouse the last thing they expected was a demon hunter that looked like a ghost from the past.
Sam and Dean lose track of the days sometimes, out there on the road. So when they come back to the bunker and open the door on what smells like a feast, they were momentarily confused.
“Is that pie?” asked Dean, moving a bit cautiously.
Out of the kitchen came Jack, in an utterly ridiculous apron. “Come on and eat. It’s Thanksgiving.”
They headed down and sure enough Jack and Castiel had fixed an enormous spread. Charlie and Dorothy came around too. They even found Crowley skulking around and made him eat an enormous serving of marshmallow sweet potatoes.
Jack looked around at everyone smiling and laughing and enjoying the moment and gave a silent thanks for the families he’d made for himself. Castiel appeared by his side and took his hand. They didn’t need to speak, they were thinking the same thing.
Volunteers (Harkstiel, First Kiss Vid AU Fic)
merindab, here’s a thing for you to cheer you up! I hope you like it. :3 It’s fluffy as hell.
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Volunteers
Harkstiel ‘First Kiss Video’ AUSterile and bright as a surgical theater, the studio for this ‘first kiss’ video gave Castiel second thoughts about volunteering. Then again, he found the stark whiteness of it (and the lack of anything porn-related) comforting. The stack of waivers he’d signed seemed on the level, but it was still a strange kind of recruitment. Here and now, the efficiency of the set drove home the reality of the event.
His initial volunteer form included spaces for gender preference, and if there were any physical types or characteristics that would make him feel unsafe. He’d left his options open. There were a number of other people here today with him, and Castiel scanned the knot of people at the little spread of breakfast snacks, wondering who he’d be partnered with. He helped himself to a strawberry yogurt and a bottle of water, trying very hard to be warm and friendly without making much eye contact. Best not get attached to anyone. This wasn’t a game of kickball; he didn’t get to pick a team. Castiel flipped the spoon in his mouth, licking at the curve while surveying the field. He wasn’t here to get anyone’s number, he reminded himself. This was someone’s video project, he’d volunteered because of the inherent thrill. Acting like a smarmy pick-up artist would result in nobody inclined to kiss him at all.
Not that Castiel was sure he could DO ‘smarmy.’ According to his friends, his flirtation came off as ‘earnest,’ or ‘nuts.’ No in between.
