“You’ve been in a dark mood for a week,” Castiel said, taking his phone back from Jack’s fingers, “If this isn’t what was bothering you, what then?”
If Jack could have made a list of all the topics he was willing to discuss right this minute, his foul mood over the past week was at the bottom. Strike that. It would be on another list, on another sheet of paper, and he’d set it on fire. Thankfully, he had a brilliant means to sidestep the conversation without even needing a lighter. “Not important right now,” Jack barked, “call in the team. We need to find out what caused that – and how it hit the Torchwood satellites.”
“Because they have the word ‘TORCHWOOD’ painted on the side, and blue disco lights on the dash?” Castiel muttered, mobile to his ear. Jack rolled his eyes and sat back down at the control console, minimizing the news feeds.
“Honestly, that was one SUV,” Jack retorted, opening up the satellite diagnostic tools, “You need to let that go.”
Little teaser for the Harkstiel Holiday Advent. 😀
If i had the ability to reply I would tell you this is awesome, instead I’ll reblog it and tell you it’s awesome.
Was there anyone else who heard Dean had to go far away and this unbidden thought was like Yes. Dean is now going off to space adventures with the 12th Doctor. Bastards deserve each other.
