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.