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“What do you mean an Angel of the Lord?”

Castiel sighed as the man in the long coat (Jack?) crowded in next to him. “I mean precisely that, Doctor.” 

The man squinted at him as Jack beamed proudly, his dark haired companion gaping openly. “Well that’s new, heard of the Weeping Angels yes, but Angels of the Lord not really- OH!” and in what felt like the blink of an eye the man was suddenly nose to nose with him. 

It occurred to Castiel that perhaps this is how Dean felt. 

“Oh you’ve been dragged in by the Rift. Must have been activated by something about you. Now tell me, what-“ was it even possible for him to get that closer? “-happened when you got pulled in?”

"I was…’shooting the breeze’” and he airquoted, ignoring Jack’s dreamy sigh “with friends. We were then accosted by demons and then I was dragged through what looked like a portal.”

“Were you near the Empire State Building?”

“Er…”

“Tricky place, that one, plenty of Rift potential since the Daleks were there. Made things more wibbly-wobbly eh?” The Doctor grinned widely for a second before he sobered “I’m afraid I don’t have much good news for you since that universe isn’t open to me.”

“I thought your box could go anywhere.”

“OI! SHE’S NOT A BOX!”

“What’ll he do then?” The woman asked. “Are you just going to leave him?”

“No.” Once again, Cas found Jack’s hand on his shoulder. “He’ll stay with me and mine. We could use an angel given with what we do. That’s if you want, Cas." 

Cas. Green eyes, a cocky grin, the smell of leather and guns. Who knew when he’d be able to go back to the Winchesters to help stop the apocalypse. God was missing after all, and in this godless universe who was left? 

He closed his eyes and breathed. 

What do I do?

 "Well Castiel, Angel of the Lord?” Cas focused again on the Doctor who looked at him with an easy smile but cool eyes. He could see the soldier there, but according to Dean those weren’t things you talked about. “What do you want to do?”

Was it really so easy?

“I want to go home. But…” he turned to Jack. “You spoke of your team… you try to and help people.”

Jack nodded. “Dedicated to fighting on behalf of the human race.”

Cas felt his mouth twitch into a smile. “Then I think I know what to do in the mean time.”

—-

“The hell did you say you were?”

“I am Castiel, an Angel of the Lord.”

“Shut up, there’s no such thing,” Owen scoffed from his seat on the couch.

“We are Torchwood after all, we should be used to this by now,” Tosh pointed out reasonably.

“Question is… will he need a mug?” Ianto muttered as the team continued to stare at their new visitor.

Castiel squinted. “I… I dont understand, what would I need ceramicware for?”

“If you’re staying!” A human would have been knocked over by the force with which Jack clapped his hand on Cas’s shoulder, but the angel remained entirely unruffled except for the glance over his shoulder. “You’re staying right?”

“You do appear to be an authority in this universe as to how I got here. I suppose I will need your help in getting back,” the angel admitted grudgingly.

Jack’s smile widened. “Well welcome! As you know, my name is Captain Jack Harkness…” and the team collectively groaned. 

—-

“Who’s prettier, Cas or Jack?” Gwen wondered aloud.

“Can we not talk about how pretty they are, it’s rather damaging for the rest of us,” Owen groaned.

“Well look at how similar the two look! Gwen what d’you think?” the woman asked, grinning wickedly.

Tosh gaped. “Really? Are you really going to go there?”

“Well fine! Ianto!”

“Nope, staying out of this one, nope.”

"Oh come on, everyone knows about your secret shame!”

“Long coats are attractive okay?!”

"Hello boys and girls!” and all activity came to a dead halt as Jack breezed in, Cas not far behind. “What’s this about attractive? Talking about me again?”

“How was it?” Gwen asked.

“Man’s a natural!”

“Not a man.”

“Dispatched those Weevils like they were cotton dolls!” Jack sank into a chair and threw his feet up. “Even mind whammied the family, didn’t need to slip them Retcon.”

“So I guess we’re done for the day then? I’m gonna go pretend to live a life.” Owen asked as he picked up his stuff.

Jack mock pouted”Awww, not sticking around for Cas’s welcome party with Twister then Harper? Gwen? Tosh? Anyone?” The team headed out of the room laughing, but Cas tilted his head at Jack.

“What is Twister?”

Jack looked up, and in the short time Cas had been on the team, he’d started to learn to mistrust that look. 

“Oh Castiel…” and once again Cas found himself learning exactly what Dean always complained about as Jack stood up to walk over and lean right into his personal space. “the things I can teach you…”

The Night that Jack Taught Cas Twister would become Torchwood legend that could bring even the Doctor to his knees laughing (though people that that was more due to Jack running for cover as Cas got a little smitey around the eyes). And long after Cas returned back to the Winchesters, he would remember his first day in the Torchwood hub fondly. 

(even if he could barely walk by a game store without blushing madly for months on end)

SNARK MY LOVE You wrote a beautiful thing and I missed it I’m so sorry!! Yay Torchwood Cas!! and OWENNN