I’m writing some harkstiel angst/smut and Jack’s compact laser deluxe just made an appearance.

One hand slid down Jack’s body. He carefully removed the tiny pistol and set it aside.

“Forgot about that,” smiled Jack.

“No you didn’t,” admonished Cas, watching him with fond amusement in his eyes.

“Hey, that thing has saved my bacon more than once.” Jack ran his hands of Castiel’s chest. “And it was a rough bar.”