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Harkstiel, Rated Teen & Up, 4566 words, definitely some spoilers for recent episodes.

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Devil May Care, We Build it Up Again by Cuda

Castiel x Captain Jack Harkness

Rating: Teen & Up (for some complicated emotions and a description of a past violent event)

Words: 2K

Summary: Castiel’s recruitment to Torchwood comes with its own unique challenges. Jack stumbles on one. In the aftermath, he and Castiel hit an impasse. How much can you ask from someone you love? How much will you sacrifice to guarantee free will?

Chapters: 37/? Fandom: Supernatural, Torchwood, Minecraft (Video Game), Superwho - Fandom, Superwood - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Castiel/Jack Harkness, Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel, Jack Harkness, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer Summary:

Alternative timeline following the events of Supernatural Season 6 finale. Sam and Dean take it on themselves to deal with The New God. The results are sketchy at best - they really should know better by now than to play with fire. Whether or not it turns out for the best hinges entirely upon Free Will and - as is the general wont of the Known Universe - Captain Jack Harkness.

The first half of my harkstiel fanfic Grace, in Snapchats. @merindab sent me a Merlyn POP, which of course instantly became Purgatory!Jack the minute he came out of the box.

The Crosby 7 White Christmas Eve Revue

December 1 Prompt: White Christmas

WARNING: NSFW

On Christmas Eve, Jack surprises Castiel with a visit to Crosby 7 - a planet peopled by the hardest of hardcore Bing Crosby fans. Tourists from across the galaxy show up in the little town of Pinetree to watch (and participate in - I mean come on, commemorative name patches!) the White Christmas Eve Revue. But all isn’t what it seems to be in a sleepy little recreation of a sleepy little recreation of a sleepy little fake town in fake 1950’s Vermont. In fact, it’s up to one fake RAF pilot, one sorta fake angel, and a crack team of singing cats to save the day.

I’m totally not kidding.

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1WvIzBL

by theimpossibleimpala

It was a dark and stormy October 31st…

The Williamsburg Estate has had people dissapear within it’s doors for the past several decades – meeting an untimely end. Or have they?

Sam and Dean Winchester butt-heads with a strange man in a blue trench coat by the name of Captain Jack. Begrudgingly, the three work together to solve the mystery of the haunted house with assistance from Castiel. What’s lurking in the shadows?

Words: 10754, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural, Torchwood, Superwood - Fandom, Doctor Who (Mentioned)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Captain Jack Harkness, Castiel (Supernatural), Weeping Angels

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Additional Tags: Halloween, Spooky, Horror, Haunted House, Weeping Angels - Freeform, Boyfriend Dean/Cas, A very light amount of Destiel, Mystery, Holiday, Suspense, Intense, Doctor Who (referenced) - Freeform, Gore, Time Travel, Teleportation, Angst, 2014, Arguements, Rain, Storm - Freeform, Gross Corpse, Portland Oregon, Short Story

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I’ll get this gussied up with some pretty graphics soon, but I’ve got the prompt list finished. I’ll be using NaNo to hopefully get this prompt list filled to avoid last year’s insanity, and I wanted to make sure everyone who wants to participate has plenty of time to do so.

We won’t be posting anything until December. If you finish your prompts, hold onto ‘em and please don’t post/submit to the collection until the day of the prompt, otherwise that spoils the surprise!

On an off-Earth road trip, Castiel and Captain Jack Harkness pay a visit to a nebula photographed in 2009 by the Hubble telescope. With Castiel’s help, Jack has an unexpected revelation about the universe, and even finds himself swallowing a little of his own arrogance.

Just a little.

((My first, meh, small Harkstiel))

“What are you doing here?” Jack grinned before turning on his heel. Castiel stood a few feet away from him, hands tucked into that ever present tan trench coat he wore. Jack continued to smile, trying to decide if he liked the angel better wearing the trench coat or nothing at all. “Hello to you, too,” Jack replied, tucking one hand in his recently acquired duster. Castiel looked at him. “What are you doing here?” he asked again. Jack gave a short laugh before shaking his head lightly. He pulled the sleeve of the duster back from his wrist to reveal to the time vortex manipulator that was ever-present on his wrist these days. “It powered up for a second and then bam here I am in the good ole west again. Damn thing loves the eighteen-sixties.” The two immortal creatures looked at each other for a long moment in silence. Castiel in his usual outfit, Jack in a full cowboy outfit, hat and chaps included. Castiel held his slight frown while Jack’s resting face was more like a smirk. A literal tumbleweed blew between them in the breeze that caught both their overcoats. “So…you found me,” Jack said, not liking the silence. “You called,” Castiel replied simply. Jack grinned. “Yea. Well, kinda already lived in this era. Nothing new to do.” Silence. Jack shifted, losing his smile for just a moment. “And I missed you.” There it was. The end of Castiel’s mouth turned up just slightly. It was tiny but to those who knew him knew it was equal to Jack’s brightest grin. Jack’s smile was back, with a hint of mischief as he recalled something. “You know,” the man said, dipping his head so the brim of his wide hat just covered his eyes, “There is something I haven’t done in this era.” He looked up at Cass from the brim, the look in his eyes unmistakable now. Castiel turned his head, squinting at him in that way Jack just loved. “Wanna save a horse?” Jack asked coyly. The angel’s eyes flicked past Jack to look around the area. “There are no horses around,” Castiel said, squinting at him again. Jack laughed. He didn’t know if Cass was playing hard to get or being his usual naïve self, but damn it Jack loved him either way. “It’s a song,” Jack chuckled. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” Captain Jack Harkness strode forward, almost touching noses with the angel. Jack couldn’t help but notice Castiel’s eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips. “So whatdoya say, Cass,” breathed the space cowboy with his typical smirk, eyes bright. “Wanna save a horse?”

Sometimes it’s a scarf made of offworld ‘silk,’ which smells like cardamom and feels like a lover’s warm whisper between Castiel’s fingers.

Sometimes it’s a pair of supple driving gloves, lined with faux fur so soft, Jack thought it was real (and extraterrestrial).

This morning, it’s a pair of pink underwear, printed with a pattern of sketched black feathers. Castiel isn’t certain what, exactly, qualifies a pair as ‘panties,’ but he has his suspicions about this. Not that it matters, he just prefers to be specific. But all precision is forgotten when Castiel handles them for the first time, and his vocabulary is temporarily limited to oh, yes, good.

Jack and Cas have hard eternities to endure separately. But when it gets especially lonely for either, sometimes they invite the other to dance.

Sometimes it’s a ballroom in some decade where ballrooms exist. More often, it’s an empty warehouse; a deserted parking lot, to a car radio.

“Captain Owen Harper and Husband?” The robotic desk clerk chirped, with an artificial sweetness reserved for Diet Coke commercials and Sixties airline ads.

Distracted by his diagnostic - and the pull of an artifact putting out power readings like a small sun - Castiel shook his head. “I’m not his husband,” he corrected.

The clerk’s cheeks illuminated with bright red crossouts. “Polyamista is a resort planet reserved for mated couples and groups only. Are you formally mated according to your cultural customs?”

“Oh! Sure, sorry about that,” Jack hedged, avoiding Castiel’s dirty look, “We prefer ‘bondmate.’”

“Jack–”

Jack shot him a loaded glare. Several seconds ticked off before with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, the angel complied.

“It’s part of our cultural customs,” Castiel added.

If a robot could look suspicious, this one managed the job spectacularly well. “Do you have the appropriate paperwork?”

“Of course!” Jack offered the clerk a thin sheaf of much-folded paper. The marriage documentation was detailed and complete, and Castiel’s glare on the back of Jack’s neck went from sunburn to laser beam. It was enough for the clerk, at least, and she processed their check in with ease after that.

“Congratulations, Owen and Castiel Harper! We hope you enjoy your nuptial stay.” She spat out a room key from a roughly mouth-shaped slot, and powered down. That was an odd touch, Jack thought.

“Why didn’t you warn me?” Castiel grumped. Jack plucked the key from the clerk’s mouth and shook his head.

“I was hoping it wouldn’t even come up,” he replied, but… contingencies.“

“Is this contract legally binding?” With a slightly shellshocked expression, Castiel inspected the document Jack handed over.

“Is your name Castiel Harper?” Jack retorted.

“Of course not.”

“Then of course not,” he snapped, snagged Castiel’s hand, and towed him through the bay doors into the resort. The place was breathtaking, even Jack could admit, like a cross between Provence and a solarpunk daydream. Green things grew everywhere, and people of all kinds filled the streets.

“I’ve never been married,” Castiel said, inspecting their joined hands with a growing look of panic.

“Castiel, it’s not real,” Jack squeezed his fingers with a soft sigh as they walked, “This is why I didn’t say anything. I thought we could breeze past check-in, do the job, and you’d never know.”

Castiel glared. “That wasn’t fair.”

“You panicked over pretending to be a *cargo pilot* last time.”

“At least then I knew what was expected of me!”

Jack blinked at the genuine worry wobbling the angel’s voice. He stopped, lifted their joined hands, and held them where Castiel could see them. “Just this, I promise,” he reassured, “just keep hold of my hand. We’ll be okay.”

To his relief, Castiel took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and nodded. “I trust you, Jack.”

Jack tried not to wince. “Now,” he said brightly, “you know where that thing’s hiding?”

“Roughly.”