Castiel indulges Jack’s curiosity. (Castiel x Captain Jack Harkness)
Far in the future. New York City, NY.
“So you’ve got your wings back,” Jack remarked, apropos of nothing. He’d been draped comfortably over the arm of the couch with a book for half an hour, presumably watching Castiel rather than reading. Castiel assumed he was being watched, anyway, because every time he glanced up, the man’s gaze was on him. Why, he had yet to discern. He wasn’t doing anything particularly fascinating, only making his way through backlogged mission reports. They needed to begin recording things again, for reference, to improve their functionality as a team. When he’d done a search for reports between the appearance of the 456 and after Miracle Day, the Torchwood database just shrugged, cluelessly.