Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Dean/Sam/Castiel, Andy/Tosh, mentions of past Dean/Ianto/Sam and Balthazar/Gareth
Summary: Something is prowling the streets of Cardiff but is it alien or something else?
Author’s Notes: This does contain Wincest because it is practically canon and I ship it. Also established threesome; Gwen lovers beware this is not the story for you. Another post-‘Meat’ fic. Also a massive thanks to royalladyemma for betaing this for me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Supernatural, Jack belongs to Ianto and Dean, Sam and Castiel belong to one another. I do own Gareth
Once Gareth managed to restart his brain he was less than happy with the situation. “Damn it, Balthazar, stop kissing me like that!” He snarled at the angel still holding him.
Instead of releasing the pissed-off hunter, Balthazar merely nuzzled Gareth’s neck. “Mmm, I love it when you get all growly with me.”
Ianto, Sam and Dean could only stare in shock at Balthazar’s bold actions with the very trigger-happy Gareth.
Sam, actually worried about Balthazar’s safety, decided to speak up. “You might want to let Gareth go if you value your life.”
“What’s life without a little risk?” Balthazar asked Sam with a grin as he tightened his grip on Gareth.
Dean just shook his head and muttered something about ‘crazy angels’ and ‘never been able to understand them’.
Castiel shot his human a look that clearly said he was not at all pleased with his statement. “I am not crazy.” The angel spoke up.
Sam placed a comforting hand on the sulking angel’s shoulder. “Dean didn’t mean it like that. You’re the only sane angel we know.” He tried to sooth the upset angel.
Meanwhile the Torchwood team just watched their visitors with interest and Jack couldn’t help but let his mind drift into a lust-filled fantasy starring him and the two Ianto’s.
Only Tosh seemed unaffected as she moved to Ianto’s side. “I take it that’s Gareth?” she asked her best friend.
Jack’s fantasy was broken completely at Tosh’s question and once again jealousy hit him hard. Jack was pained to see how much more Tosh seemed to know about Ianto then he did. Jack also felt guilty that he never took the time to ask Ianto about his family. What kind of lover did that make him? ‘A selfish one,’ his conscience answered.
Ianto nodded at Tosh’s question. “Yes, this is my twin brother, Gareth, and the man holding him, I believe, is Balthazar.”
Gareth’s eyebrow twitched. “If you’re talking about the pain-in-my-ass angel that takes every opportunity to grope and annoy the hell out of me, then yes, this is Balthazar.” He added in his two cents worth.
Balthazar looked at all of them with a twinkle in his eyes. “He loves me, really he does.”
It was Owen who said what was on all of the Torchwood team’s minds. “Bloody hell, it’s a John Hart clone.” He didn’t even try to keep the sneer out of his voice.
Gareth was growing more pissed off as Balthazar continued to nuzzle against him. “Balthazar, if you don’t let me go, right now, I will find something very sharp and happily shove it into your manhood.” Gareth threatened in a pleasant tone.
Knowing full well that Gareth would indeed keep his promise, Balthazar unhappily and reluctantly released the young man.
Gareth rolled his eyes in a perfect imitation of Ianto. “Oh, don’t pout at me.”
It took all of Ianto’s willpower not to smile; it was clear to him that his twin did indeed seem to have a thing for the rogue angel.
Finally free, Gareth pulled Ianto into a hug. “It’s good to see you again.” Gareth whispered into Ianto’s ear.
“It’s good to see you too.” Ianto whispered back.
The brothers hugged for a moment longer before they broke apart. Ianto looked at his team. “This is my twin brother Gareth. Gareth, these are my team-mates, Toshiko Sato, Owen Harper, Jack Harkness and Gwen Cooper.” Ianto introduced everyone.
Jack couldn’t help but feel a little hurt that Ianto introduced Tosh and Owen before him, but couldn’t really blame him. Not with how badly he had treated him.
The team finally got a good look at Gareth, and he truly was an Ianto-clone with a few minor differences. Gareth’s hair was a little longer and shaggier, and he clearly favoured blue jean over suits. Side-by-side still the two identical men were a sinful combination.
Despite the fact that one of Jack’s most erotic fantasies was standing right in front of him, in Jack’s mind Ianto was still one in a million. There wasn’t a doubt in Jack’s heart that Ianto had one of the most beautiful souls in the universe. No one would ever be above Ianto in Jack’s eyes. Now, if only he could figure out a way to tell this to Ianto.
Tosh smiled up at Gareth. “It is so good to meet you.” She offered her hand.
Gareth chuckled, knowing without a doubt that he would get along just fine with Tosh. “It’s nice to meet you too, all of you.” He said as he took her offered hand.
“Yeah, yeah, this is all well and good, but you are keeping me from my coffee.” Owen spoke up.
Dean nodded his head. “I’m with him; I haven’t had a cup of Ianto’s coffee in far too long and Gareth, my man, you are keeping me from it.”
Gareth had perked up at the word ‘coffee’, and he turned the puppy-dog eyes onto his brother. Ianto sighed. “I take it you would like a cup?” he asked.
Gareth nodded his head up and down vigorously, he wasn’t afraid to admit his weakness for Ianto’s coffee.
Watching Ianto together his brother and friends made Tosh smile, yet something was bothering her. Something about the names Dean and Sam Winchester sounded so familiar to Tosh but she hadn’t been able to place it, not right away, not until now.
“Oh my God! They are the Winchester. The ones I read about.” Tosh was in full-blown fan girl mode, a very rare sight to the Torchwood team.
“Uh yeah.” Dean had no idea where Tosh was going with this but he had a feeling he wasn’t going to like it.
Ianto raised an amused eyebrow at Tosh’s glee over meeting his friends. Tosh’s gaze suddenly zoomed onto him.
“You’re the Ianto in the books, aren’t you?” The normally shy Tosh demanded to know.
“Damn it! And damn Chuck and damn those books of his!” Dean exploded; he knew he wasn’t going to like where Tosh was going.
Gareth merely chuckled knowing full well what Tosh was talking about.
Ianto still retained his cool as he answered Tosh’s question. “Yes, Tosh, I am the Ianto from the books.”
Tosh let out a squeal and a look that could only be described as bliss entered her eyes making Jack wonder just what the hell was in those books.
Owen looked back and fourth between Tosh and Ianto. “What books?” He asked the question on his, Jack and Gwen’s minds.
Sam sent Dean a comforting smile; he knew how much Dean hated those books. “Chuck was a prophet who saw our lives and made them into a book series.” Sam explained.
Jack’s eyes narrowed and through clenched teeth he demanded to know, “Just what the hell is your relationship with Ianto?”
Tosh seemed to come back to Earth as sadness entered her eyes. “If everything was true, then…” she murmured under her breath. “Oh, Ianto.” She flung her arms around her best friend in a comforting hug and then she surprised Gareth as she pulled him into the hug too.
Jack felt his fingers itch; he wanted to be the one to comfort Ianto as he saw a deep pain of sadness enter those stunning blue eyes.
Dean and Sam lowered their heads in understanding; they knew all to well what Tosh was talking about.
“Just what the hell is in those damn books?” Owen demanded. He too had seen the look in Ianto eyes; it was the same look he had when he lost Lisa.
Castiel and Balthazar turned their attention to the Torchwood team. “That is none of your business.” Balthazar snapped at them.
“We have a right to now; Ianto has kept too many secrets from us all ready. We need to know what else he has been hiding from us.” The demands exploded from Gwen’s lips.
The team looked at Gwen in shock; surely she couldn’t be talking about the Cyberman incident? Even Owen had let that go.
“Gwen, that is enough!” Jack growled at her in a low tone, his voice filled with power.
Ianto couldn’t help but flash Jack a grateful smile. He knew that his lover had questions about what Tosh was referring to, but respected his privacy enough to wait until Ianto was ready to tell him.
Gwen wasn’t about to let this go. “But Jack, how can we know that this isn’t another Lisa? First you put the safety of the Hub in danger by letting Ianto bring in these so-called ‘friends’ of his, and then his twin brother that nobody knows about appears out of nowhere with some John Hart wanna-be, and now they’re all going on about some mysterious books. How can we trust anything Ianto says when he had already proven that he can’t be trusted?” Gwen fired off at Jack.
Tosh could feel Ianto and Gareth trembling in her arms, and just to be on the safe side, she tighten her grip on them. She knew, of course, that she was no match for them if they decided to break free.
Sam quickly took Dean’s hand in hopes of keep his brother calm, despite the fact that he, too, was seeing red over Gwen’s attack on Ianto.
Jack had heard enough. “Just like when you put the Hub in danger when you brought Rhys into the Hub without my say-so? Just like you disobeyed orders and put Ianto in danger and got Rhys shot? Don’t you dare stand there and point fingers, Miss Cooper! More than any of us, you have created far greater dangers! You put this Hub and my team in danger time and time again because you believed you were the only one who was right.
“Yes, Ianto made a mistake and yes, it was a big one, but he has more then made up for it. As for what is going on now, if Ianto thought it was important for us to know then he would tell us. Ianto told me that we need his friend’s help and I believe him. If you can’t work with them then you are free to go.” Jack snarled at Gwen.
Ianto’s heart soared. This was the first time in a long time that Jack had chosen him over Gwen, and it gave him a little bit of hope. Maybe they could work things out between them.
Gwen could only stare at Jack with a slack jaw. It was not a very attractive look in Dean and Sam’s opinions. She could not believe that Jack had dared to talk down to her like that, especially in front of Tosh, Owen and a room full of strangers. More importantly, she refused to believe that he chosen Ianto over her. “Jack, you can’t possibly mean that. You need me! You have said so many times.” The whine in her voice was extremely unattractive.
Ianto could feel a headache forming. Gwen as usual wasn’t going to let this go, and if they were going to find out eventually, then he preferred they found out from him. “You want to know so badly Gwen?”
Gwen nodded pleased that she got her way. There was the mistaking the look of condescension and superiority on her face as she looked at Ianto.
“The big secret that Dean, Sam already know about and that Tosh found out by reading those books, is that my and Gareth’s older sister Marion was viscously tortured and then brutally murdered by demons ten years ago all because of whose blood flows through our veins.” Ianto informed Gwen as he fought back a tear at the memories of his beloved sister horrific death.
Silence rained about the Hub for a few moments and Jack longed to take Ianto into his arms and comfort him.
With everyone so focused on Ianto and Gareth, nobody saw the knowing and worried looks exchanged between Castiel and Balthazar.
Gwen opened and closed her mouth, unsure of just what to say. This was not what she wanted. “Ianto, I didn’t…” She trailed off, unable to finish. She wasn’t sorry, certainly; after all, she only had the best interest of the Hub and the team at heart. And now she had been able to expose Ianto’s secrets.
“You never do, do you?” Ianto shook his head. “So, don’t Gwen, just don’t.” He didn’t want to hear her attempt at apology.
Owen thought it might be a good idea to change the subject; having that truth revealed actually made him feel sorry for Ianto. “So just who the hell are you related to?” Owen asked.
Ianto sighed. “I doubt any of you have heard of him, but Gareth and I are direct descendants of Samuel Colt.” He told them.
Owen cursed and the condemnation in his voice was obvious. “You’re a bloody hunter.”