“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.