do you ever accidentally start shipping something that is so obscure you can’t even find a ship tag, there’s pretty much nothing, it’s like you’re one of the six people in this entire world that ever saw these characters and thought “wow they could be a thing”
and then you’re like “shit i’ve really outdone myself this time”
I wrote a little sam/jack thing for dvancecinco and awabubbles
Second Verse, Same as the First –
teaser below the cut
Jack Harkness never quite knew what to expect when he walked into a bar. Oh sure, folks drinking, maybe some soft music on a jukebox, games of pool or darts…that was pretty much par for the course. But what kept him on his toes was who or what might be inside. It might be a nights dalliance, a contact, a target. Tonight though it turned out to be a once-lover.
“Sam Winchester,” Jack wore his brightest smile as he walked over to the table. The glowering man by his side had to be his brother. They were a long way from Stanford; maybe Sam had quit school after all.
“Jack?” Sam looked up at him, surprised.
“The one and only,” Jack took a seat across from him. The other one rolled his eyes and went to the bar.
“That’s my brother, Dean. What are you doing here?” Sam signaled for a beer for him.
“Same as you I suspect,” Jack lowered his voice. “Looks like you ended up a hunter after all.”
Sam frowned. “You aren’t supposed to know about that.”
“Been around a while, Sam. I know a hunter when I see one. Dean drag you back into it?” He knew how much Sam had been trying to leave the life behind.
“It’s complicated,” muttered Sam, picking at the label on his beer.
Hey! Could I pretty pretty princess please request “Thankfully, it’s not my job to help you.” with Sam x Jack? xoxo
“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.
samxjack “are you dead?”
Jack gasped awake, and then groaned as the sharp piece of metal that had killed him slid to the floor. He tried to move and found he was still pinned by the rubble.
“Are you dead?” called Sam from somewhere close by.
“Never for long,” answered Jack. “Got your ass out like I told you?”
The rubble shifted next to him. “How did you know that demon was going to explode?” asked Sam.
“Not a demon. They’re from Baraxis Prime. You don’t want to get in an argument with them.”
“I can see why.” Sam got a hole open and pulled Jack out to safety.
Jack coughed and leaned on him a moment before leaning in to kiss him. “Thanks,” he grinned.
“Really wish you’d quit making a habit of it,” muttered Sam.
“You’re always worth it Sam, and besides, I always come back.” Jack touched his cheek.
Grumbling and looking away, Sam helped him to their truck.
I wrote awabubbles a Sam/Jack
Respite – Sam knows Dean is lying to him. All he wants from Jack is a night of respite.
Posted a little superwood Sam/Jack
Sanctuary – Sam meets Jack for a quiet night together under the stars.
teaser below the cut
Sam smiled a little as he pulled up the coordinates Jack had sent. Jack was driving a Land Rover; Sam knew it reminded him of what he’d lost. The man himself was standing on the dock jutting out into the lake, coat swirling in the breeze. Sam closed his door and stuffed his hands in his jacket against the chill, walking down to join him.
They stood together in silence for a few long minutes, watching the sky and the moonlight reflecting on the water. Jack made the first move, taking Sam’s hand. A few seconds later he was resting his head against Sam’s shoulder. Sam turned and kissed the top of his head.
Jack chuckled a bit and pulled away, leaning up to kiss him. “Good to see you.”
“You too,” Sam smiled softly.
“How’s Dean?”
Sam stiffened and pulled away.
After last nights bit of rough Sam/Jack, asked for some bottom Sam:
After Midnight – Sometimes after a hunt, the hunter just needs to feel alive.
teaser after the cut
Jack unlocked the motel room door. It was past midnight, but not near enough dawn. At least the hunt had gone well and the beast had been taken care of. They both should probably shower, but weary bones had them barely kicking off shoes, pants and over shirts before crawling into the bed, limbs tangling around each other. Comfort, safety.
Waking up only a few hours later, their lips met in the dark. Jack ran a hand through Sam’s sweat-damp hair. He moaned against Jack’s kiss before settling onto his back and pushing down his boxers.
It had been a rough hunt, and Jack understood the need to feel alive. The desire for connection, for heartbeat and sweat. For the taste of a lover on your tongue and a body moving hot against your own. He raised up on one elbow and cupped Sam’s scruffy cheek, kissing him slowly, parting his mouth to revel in the sweet-dark taste of his lover.
