Midwest Summer
Jack wiped his brow and leaned back, reaching for the bottle of water he had close at hand. American midwest summers were nothing to joke about, especially after getting so used to Cardiff. He’d stripped down to his undershirt and looked down at his current project.
Something had been buried here, maybe a hundred years ago. He was out here digging it up, but even getting an early start the sweat trickled down the back of his neck and the humidity filled his lungs. At least it was under some trees, if it werefully out in the sun he’d have had to come here at midnight.
He checked his wrist strap and saw he was getting close to… whatever it was. Alien, he knew that much. And not that big. With any luck he could sort it out and get it cataloged in no time. Of course if it had been buried this deep, it probably wasn’t going to be that easy.
Picking up the shovel again, he dug in and turned over another bit of dirt. Suddenly, something cold, wet and solid hit him in the back of the head. He spun around, only to take another one to the chest.
“Cas?” The angel was watching him with amusement in his eyes, slinging another snowball with unerring accuracy.
“How the…” Jack bent to try and return fire, but the snow was was already melted. A fourth one hit his shoulder and exploded, spraying droplets of cold.
“That’s it.” Jack used the shovel to knock aside the next one and scrambled out of the hole, going for Castiel’s ankles.
Cas danced aside, another snowball landing in Jack’s hair. Jack shook his head and rolled to his feet, grinning as he faced Castiel, looking for an opening. Cas weighed another snowball in his hand and as Jack lurched for him he darted forward and dropped it down the back of his tucked-in shirt.
Jack swore and yanked up his shirt, cold water running down his back. “I give,” he groaned wringing out his now soaked t-shirt. “Nice to see you, too.”
Castiel wrapped his arms around him from behind, kissing Jack’s scruffy cheek. “I did say I’d come help you.”
“Some help,” muttered Jack, with an eyeroll, still grinning.
“More than you know,” said Cas, “look.”
Jack turned and saw that where the snow had soaked had soaked into the ground, something small had appeared. He checked the reading, then bent and picked it up. “It’s a seed.”
“Yes. Planted, but not compatible with Earth, so it never grew.” Castiel opened his hand for it.
Jack dropped it into his palm. “If you knew that, why did you let me dig it up?”
“I wasn’t fully certain until you got closer to it. It’s home planet is cold, which is why it reacted to the snow.”
Jack shook his head. “Colder than here in the winter? I’m sorry for anyone who lives there.”
“The species that lives there would find this planet to be far too extreme in its temperatures and generally far too warm.” The seed vanished into Castiel’s pocket.
“I know, there’s a million worlds out there.” Jack looked wistfully up at the cloudless blue sky before looking back at Castiel. “I take it the snowballs were to encourage it to show itself.”
“And you did need some cooling down.” There was the smallest breeze as invisible wings fanned Jack.
“Well it wouldn’t be the first time I got a snow stuffed down my clothes. You got any more of that lying around?”
Castiel produced another snowball and balanced it in his palm.
“Good,” said Jack, snatching him from him, taking a step back, and lobbing it against Castiel’s chest.
Castiel blinked and looked down at himself. “You are aware that I do not feel temperatures as you do.”
“Yep,” said Jack brightly. “Just needed a little payback.”
Shaking his head, Castiel had that little smile that meant ’Humans’. Jack stepped forward and kissed him. “Well, since we’re done here and you don’t feel the heat or the cold, you can fill in the hole. I’m going back to the motel. Air conditioning was a wonderful invention.”
“Very well, Jack. I will be along presently.”
Jack got into his truck, knowing that he’d have time for a fast shower before the angel got back. And not nearly enough time to get dressed.
Just for giggles, I typed in
Harkstiel
into the gif thing to see what would happen:
That those are what pop up shouldn’t surprise anyone
If we’re talking SuperWood (which btw, is a hilarious name), what about Castiel/Ianto?
Granted their relationship would likely be filled not much talking and a lot of coffee but still…
Then there’s Sam/Ianto; they’re the same age so that’s a plus but I think someone would be complaining about someone’s hair in the drain.
Castiel/Jack? They’re both immortal but other than that, I’m sorry, I don’t see it. You can try and convince me if you like.
Now Jack/Balthazar on the other hand, that would be a PARTY. Or and ORGY. Whichever.
Dean and…aw, fuck I don’t know. He and Owen might have a bromance or they’d kill each other.
Well cas/jack is one of my otps. But if you really want to talk about why that’s a great ship, hit up jazzforthecaptain.
For me, it’s about two immortals stealing moments with one another across the universe.
Still fully convinced Dean would despise Jack, especially the minute he hit on sam.
Not that it stops sam. I’ve written jack/cas/sam (sharkstiel) and awabubbles is good for sam/jack
Also in favor of gabriel/Jack.
What about Castiel pretending to be Jack’s husband to visit (and break him out of) a prison.
I NEED THIS STORY YESTERDAY. WOW.
Sorry, I can only provide it today, seeing as I have yet to master time travel… ;P
The Doctor had been right, Jack mused, picking boredly at his nails. Prisons all started looking alike after a while. Unfortunately, the guards weren’t similarly…similar at all. These ones had not only taken his vortex manipulator, but had effectively strip-searched him. Not even the compact laser had managed to escape that, much to his chagrin. So, here he was.
“Harkness.”
Jack looked up, raising an eyebrow at his guard. “Yeah?”
“Your husband’s here to see you.”
Husband? he wondered. Which husband? But he kept a bland smile on his face as he replied, “Well, I suppose I’m gonna have a lot of explaining to do, huh?”
The guard actually cracked a smirk at that. “Yeah, good luck. He looks pissed.”
The door practically flew open, and…well. Jack had forgotten just how damn sexy Castiel looked right before he smote someone. Unfortunately, Jack was on the receiving end of that glare.
“Jack,” Castiel growled, storming over to the bars. “You have two minutes to come up with an explanation for this.”
“Uh…” Jack was having trouble thinking past the mental image of Castiel just bursting in and fucking him against the wall then and there. “I…got drunk?”
“I told you I’ve had enough of this behavior!”
Jack shifted into a more submissive posture, taking advantage of the fact that they hadn’t bothered giving him clothes after the strip search, and pouted. Castiel blinked, and even the guard took a step back. “Aww, honey,” he purred, hoping that this was what Castiel was planning, “I promise I’ll do better. Cross my heart.”
Castiel stared at him long enough for the human’s bravado to wilt. “…You had better,” was all he said before turning to the guard. “I have paid my husband’s bail. May I take him home now?”
Twenty minutes later, Jack was strolling out of prison with Castiel’s hand clamped firmly around his wrist.
“…Cas?” he said softly once they were out of earshot.
“Yes, Jack.” Castiel still hadn’t let go. Jack was starting to suspect he’d bruise at this rate.
“Thanks.”
The angel glanced back at him, a tiny smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth. “You owe me,” he said, with a husky undertone that sent shivers down Jack’s spine. “Now, we should go before they realize that I was bluffing the entire time.”
Jack’s laughter echoed in the space they left, along with the whoosh of wings.
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH OMG YES.
This little Harkstiel marriage ficlet popped in my head as I was falling asleep last night:
Jack held Castiel’s hand as they listened to the judge. Jack had been to plenty of weddings, participated in a few too. But this was different. They both knew that ‘till death do us part’ had a whole ‘nother meaning in their lives. Jack knew this wasn’t another mortal that he would love and lose. Their lives might take them far from one another but for this moment, in this place, they were joined.
They hadn’t planned on the day going this way. They were in the States, working on a case, when the decision came down. Jack had been glad for the changes over the past years; it made his male partners less wary, less fearful of the consequences.
Their work had taken them into downtown and suddenly they found themselves in the middle of a celebration. Jack had been grinning since he heard. Castiel had observed, both the others and Jack and finally pulled him aside.
“You and I have a different view of eternity,” he’d said. “But I do believe you would like to make a commitment. We already have, in a way, but would you like to make it here?”
“If you’re asking me to marry you,” smiled Jack. “Then yes.” He leaned in to kiss him, glad that no one would look twice at them here.
Castiel met his gaze as they broke apart, then took his hand and led him into the courthouse.
It had been easy enough for them to forge their way into a marriage license. They got in line with the other couples and Jack struck up a conversation with the two ladies in front of them. They’d been together almost ten years and were raising an adorable little boy that clung to one of his mom’s legs in the crowd.
Which led them at last to here, standing in front of a judge, making their vows. The people behind them clapped as they kissed and they barely dodged the photographer on the way out. Jack wrapped an arm around Castiel’s waist and kissed him again. “I promise I will love, honor and cherish you,” he said quietly. “From here to the far corners of the universe, in whatever stolen moments we might share.”
“And I will do the same,” said Castiel, weaving his fingers into Jack’s. “Love, honor and cherish the man you are, wherever we might be.“