Sunday Six
Each Sunday, post six lines from an unfinished fic
Sure, this is what I’m working on right now. It’s a Jack/Castiel chapter from the Rodeo AU (superwood:now with more bull). Yes i realize the first sentence is terrible:
Jack adjusted himself in the saddle, feeling the heaving beast quivering beneath him. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before signaling his readiness.
The gate came open and it was all Jack could do to hold on as the bull arched and twisted, trying to throw off the rider. Jack could only hear the sounds of the bull, could see nothing but the creature beneath him. His heart thumped against his chest as adrenaline pumped in his veins. Faintly, he heard the buzzer sound just as he lost his grip, thrown violently to the ground.
—-
“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
This is a really terrible drabble. And it was longer, but I seemed to have accidently deleted it. Oops. So here’s the little bit I do have, for the superwholockthecomic fanwork friday: career change prompt.
Sam and Dean join Torchwood.
Ianto and Dean is a weird character combination I never knew I wanted. LOVE IT. Also I don’t think the world is ready for the collective sarcasm of Owen Harper and Dean Winchester under one roof.
Come to Superwood. We have cookies. Or at least Jack Harkness.
This is a really terrible drabble. And it was longer, but I seemed to have accidently deleted it. Oops. So here’s the little bit I do have, for the superwholockthecomic fanwork friday: career change prompt.
Sam and Dean join Torchwood.
“Dean, Sam, where are you?” Jack asked into his com as he looked around the warehouse, gun at the ready.
“Second floor,” said Dean.
Suddenly there was the sound of gunfire. Jack ran up the stairs, knowing the rest of the team was right behind him. Dean stood over the alien while Sam crouched next to it. “What is it?” asked Sam.
Jack moved closer. Owen dropped next to Sam. Jack sighed. “We’ve got bigger problems. These come in pairs. Ianto, Dean, you better check out the third floor.”
Dean nodded and led the way up the stairs. Ianto checked for readings. “So you and Jack…” asked Dean. They’d only joined Torchwood a few weeks earlier.
“Not relevant to catching this alien,” said Ianto.
“Right,” said Dean, moving around a corner.
“One hundred meters to the left,” called Ianto.
Dean moved ahead, looking for trouble. It found him first. There was a shout and Dean found himself knocked off his feet, gun skittering across the floor. Dean shoved at the large creature but before he could even shout for help a shot rang out.
He shoved the dead alien off himself as Ianto offered a hand up, suit not even wrinkled. Shaking his head, Dean took his hand as the rest of the team came running up. Ianto looked at Jack. “That’s sorted then.”
Jack grinned as he looked from Ianto to Dean and back again. “I think I like you two together.”
Ianto rolled his eyes and gave a long suffering sigh. Dean did his best to ignore the remark. “So now it’s clean up?”
“Yep. The really exciting part of our job.”
HERE is the second Chapter of the rodeo fic! This one basically is just PWP. Nothing but smut. lol
Another Bad Idea – Yeah, this one’s pretty much just sex. Jack and Sam.
teaser below the cut
The stands were only half full since the skies threatened rain. Jack stood with arms crossed watching Dean prepare to ride a bronc. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw Sam standing a few feet away, watching Dean shift in the saddle. Sam stood very still, tension evident in his flexing hands and straight back. Dean gave a nod and the gate opened.
The horse came flying out, bucking hard and twisting underneath Dean. The experienced rider followed its movements as it dropped and bucked again. There was a sudden twist and Dean left the saddle, hitting the ground with a dull thud long seconds before the buzzer sounded. Jack winced in sympathy while Sam shook his head.
“He’ll be drunk in an hour,” said Sam, walking over to Jack and adjusting his hat.
“Probably shouldn’t be talking to me.” Jack didn’t look at him. “Brother won’t be happy.”
Sam snorted as Castiel helped Dean up. “He’ll be fine.”
Jack glanced at Sam. “Not riding tonight?”
“Naw, think I twisted my wrist last night. Dean doesn’t want me to hurt it worse.”
Jack smiled, maybe with a touch of sadness. “He takes good care of you.”
“Sometimes. You aren’t riding tonight either.”
Jack swallowed, remembering. “No, not this rodeo. Next one I’m already signed up for, though.”
“Why are you here then?” asked Sam. “Scoping out the competition?”
Jack looked at him, all easy smile. “Maybe so.” Sam met his eyes with a small smile of his own, tongue darting out to lick his lips as his brown eyes took in Jack’s body with more than a hint desire. Heart skipping a beat, Jack smiled a bit broader, uncrossed his arms and leaned back against the rail, giving Sam a better view. “Want to get a drink?” he asked.
: I Am My Own Grandpa: A Superwood Drabble
: I Am My Own Grandpa: A Superwood Drabble
Inspired by (x)
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Dean leaned back in his chair eyeing every inch of Captain Jack Harkness suspiciously. “So. You’re a time traveler?”
“Ex-time traveler,” Jack corrected, mimicking the Kansas boy’s defensive macho pose just to piss him off.
“Okay,” Dean said tersely. “Ex-time traveler, but…
… I just accidently called awabubbles and jazzforthe captain jack and castiel….woops. In conversation with someone.
(I think that means awabubbles is Jack and Jazz is castiel? I’ve been spending too much time on superwood)