“I know you\u2019ve got the tech for this.” Sam was leaning on the counter.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
“Thankfully, it\u2019s not my job to help you. Whatever tech I do or do not have access to isn\u2019t for amateurs.”<\/p>\n
“We\u2019re not amateurs,” growled Sam.<\/p>\n
“Right, Hunters. You don\u2019t even know what you\u2019re dealing with, think it\u2019s all demons and ghosts and things.”<\/p>\n
Sam knew he\u2019d come at him the wrong way. And now he couldn\u2019t take it back. Taking a breath he tried to make himself look smaller. \u201cLook, let\u2019s talk about this.\u201d He offered his hand. \u201cSam Winchester.\u201d<\/p>\n
“Captain Jack Harkness.” He had a firm grip, and Sam found himself smiling shyly despite the disagreement.<\/p>\n
Jack looked him over. \u201cMaybe we can talk about this over drinks?\u201d<\/p>\n
“Yeah, sure.” Sam was suddenly a lot more hopeful about the evening.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“I know you\u2019ve 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\u2019s not my job to help you. Whatever tech … <\/p>\n