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
Dean bristled at the tone in Owen’s voice. “Yeah, we’re hunters; you got a problem with that?” He was itching for a fight.
Owen scowled at the other man. “The problem I have with you hunters is how damn easily you throw your lives away.” He looked from Dean, to Sam and then to Ianto, disgust clearly written on his face. “I treated my fair share of hunters at the hospital and they were nothing but children, no older then Tea-Boy here.” He had thought Torchwood members had a short life span; it was nothing compared to that of demon hunters.
The moment Owen’s words sank into Dean the fight left him, and he actually felt a sheepish grin ghost across his lips. It felt kind of nice to have someone care about hunters for a change, even if it was in a snarky way.
Jack looked back and fourth between Ianto and Owen. He was not at all happy that he was being kept out of the loop. He settled his gaze on Ianto. “What the hell does Owen mean you were a hunter?” Fear gripped him at Owen’s admittance at how short a hunter life is. “What did you hunt, Ianto? Were you in danger? Were you ever hurt?” Images flooded Jack’s mind of his beautiful, beloved Welshman lying battered and broken in a pool of blood
Ianto met Jack’s troubled blue eyes, and his heart leapt at the worry and concern he saw in them, all of it for him. “Everything you’ve ever heard about demons, werewolves, skin walkers, vampires and everything else that goes bump in the night is real.” Ianto started to explain.
“Oh puh-lease!” Gwen snorted in derision. “You expect us to believe that bullshit?” She knew that if she could get Jack to doubt Ianto’s sanity, then Jack would have only one option: Recton Ianto, for his, and the team’s safety. And then the way would finally be clear for her to get Jack.
“Careful with your thoughts, little girl.” Balthazar growled low in his throat, having picked up Gwen’s thoughts. “They’ll give you away every time.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Gwen spat out as she crossed her arms and tried to ignore the tiny spark of fear that hit her as the angel regarded her through narrowed eyes.
Balthazar raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “Really? So you weren’t just thinking of how you can use Ianto’s words to convince Jack that Ianto insane and that Jack should give him Recton, whatever that is, and you would finally get Jack?” Gareth was important to him, and Ianto was important to Gareth, therefore Ianto was important to him as well.
Jack whipped his head around and his furious gaze landed on Gwen. Gwen actually took a step back in fear; she had never seen Jack look at her like that and it frightened her.
“Jack, he’s lying! I never said that.” Gwen cried.
A smirk crossed Balthazar’s face. “I believe I said you were thinking it. You can’t hide your true thoughts from an angel,” he stated proudly.
A scoff escaped Gwen’s lips. “Oh please, you really expect us to believe that there are really such things as angels?” ‘Personally she thought to herself ‘Ianto’s friends as insane as Ianto. Jack should chuck the whole lot of them into the cells with the Weevils!’
The smile fell from Balthazar’s face as he stared angrily at Gwen. “I do not like to be called insane by a conceited self-centred, spoiled brat, who only gives a damn about herself and getting what she wants, like another man’s boyfriend, no matter who she hurts along the way.” Balthazar growled in a dangerous tone as the lights in the Hub began to flicker.
“Balthazar, she is not worth it.” Castiel spoke up; it had been a long time since he had seen his brother lose his cool.
“Oh, but it would be so worth it to send this selfish little monster into a nest of hungry vampires.” Balthazar rather enjoyed that idea.
Castiel rolled his eyes. “Yes, that would be lovely, but then you would feel bad for the vampires.” Balthazar had to agree with him there. “Why not just do this?” And with that said, all the lights in the Hub began to flicker. Behind Castiel and Balthazar shadows, began to appear on the Hub walls, glowing and elongating into the shape of enormous, powerful wings.
Dean sent a smug look at a silent Gwen, and he had to keep from smirking at the sight of her very shocked, open-mouthed face. “They really are angels, so I would stop pissing them off if I was you. Just sit there and keep quite, if it’s not too hard for you.” He told her, because really he wanted her to shut up before he forgot she was a lady and human and shot her. ‘Well, maybe not a lady…’ he laughed to himself.
For once in her life Gwen was left speechless, she didn’t know what to say, but just kept staring at Balthazar and Castiel.
“I need a drink.” Owen muttered under his breath. Aliens were one thing, but finding out that angels, demons and all the things that went bump in the night really existed called for some hard liquor. Still, he couldn’t help but smirk; it was about time someone finally got Gwen to shut up.
Jack could only nod his agreement with his medic; he was still mesmerized by the shadow wings sprouting from the backs of the angels.
Tosh, on the other hand, was looking at Castiel and Balthazar in awe. “That is so cool,” she whispered. She yearned to feel the wings beneath her hands, to stroke their lengths with her fingertips.
Balthazar smiled at the genius woman. “I like you, Toshiko. How about joining me and Gareth for a threesome? Or even foursome, if Ianto wants to join in.” He leered at Tosh and Ianto.
“Balthazar!” Gareth snarled his angel’s name as he grabbed the first thing off the desk beside him, which to his luck, were a pair of very sharp scissors. “Never, and I mean never think of my brother like that again.” The pissed-off hunter snarled while waving the scissors in front of Balthazar.
Jack was bristling with anger that someone would dare to try and get his Ianto, his! damn it, into bed. Jack moved to stand beside Ianto in a clearly he-is-off-limits stance. The look in his eyes clearly defied any of them to challenge his claim.
The knowledge that Jack was jealous over him had Ianto’s heart leaping for joy, and he couldn’t stop the gentle smile teasing at his lips. He couldn’t help the blush that painted his cheeks a light pink at Jack’s actions, and he hoped that everyone else was too busy to notice the effect Jack’s actions had on him.
Balthazar grinned smugly at Gareth. “I love it when you get jealous,” the angel purred. “You know you’re the only one for me.” Balthazar reassured his human.
The hunter merely twitched as he wondered just where he should stab Balthazar.
“Gareth, there is no spilling of blood or bloodshed of any kind in the Hub.” Ianto told his twin from his spot beside Jack; the immortal made it clear that he was not letting Ianto out of his sights any time in the near future, and Ianto was quite pleased by that.
“Not even if I promise to clean it up afterward?” Gareth offered to his brother.
Ianto shook his head and Gareth pouted as he put down the scissors. “You’re no fun anymore,” he groused.
“Tell me this bloody soap opera is over with? Honestly, I get more than enough of this mushy stuff from watching Captain Horny here,” Owen pointed at Jack, “drooling over Tea-Boy.” Owen snapped out. “It’s sickening to watch a grown man moon about like a teen-ager!”
Gareth’s head snapped around to Jack and Ianto at that piece of information. “Oh, really? Well Captain, I think you and I need to have a little talk.” Gareth growled out between clenched teeth.
Jack knew that look in Gareth’s eyes all too well. It was that of an over-protective sibling, and he had a feeling Gareth would be the most trigger-happy one he had ever dealt with. ‘Good thing I’m immortal.’ Jack thought with a gulp.
Jack was saved from potential harm when Gwen decided it was time to open her mouth and set the new arrivals straight. “Oh, please! We all know that Ianto is nothing more than the part-time shag that Jack’s turned to since he found out I’m getting married.”
Dean stared at Gwen in shock. “You’re getting married? You mean to tell me there is some helpless fool out there who actually loves you enough to marry you? Man, he has my deepest sympathies.” Dean couldn’t help but think that whomever this poor sap was, he had to be a saint to put up with this woman.
Tosh was seething, ‘How dare she even think about rubbing Ianto’s biggest fear into his face with his brother and old friends around.’ She lunged at Gwen, wanting to claw out her eyes, only to be caught around the waist by Sam.
The anguish that poured off Ianto hurt Jack more than anything. The young man actually believed the nonsense that Gwen was spouting, and why wouldn’t he, when Jack, with his own actions, had back up what she is saying.
“Gwen, that is enough!” Jack snapped at her.
Gwen looked at Jack with hurt in her eyes. “But Jack, I am simply pointing out the truth. Everyone knows you came back for me, you even said so yourself.” Gwen pointed out mushily.
Jack winced at the reminder. “Yes, but you forget that in front of everyone I said I came back for Ianto first. He is the one I came back for, Gwen, not you. Never you.” Jack growled back, he was tired of letting both her and him hurt Ianto.
Owen had enough. “You really can’t see it, can you? You were the bloody back-up plan in case Ianto said no to Jack. You were the second pick; not Tea-Boy. You have always been the second choice.”
Ianto turned and stared at Jack; he had never thought about it that way before. Would Jack have really picked him first?
Jack was grateful that Owen for what had said but he wished he had been the one to tell Ianto. Because Owen was right; he had said those things to Gwen, but only because he had been so afraid that Ianto didn’t want him anymore.
Gareth was seething; he really wanted to know who he got to shoot for hurting his brother.
“I hate to break this up, but shouldn’t we get back to tracking the dragons?” Sam spoke up; he was still keeping a hold on Tosh so she couldn’t attack Gwen. ‘Not that I can blame her’, he admitted to himself. He really wanted to let her loose, but with Dean and Gareth both pissed off, someone had to be responsible and keep the peace, and sadly, it was up to him.
Jack nodded at Sam; he was grateful to the young man. “Gwen, I already gave you one warning; this is your second-and last- one. If you can’t get along with the others then you are off this case and gone from the Hub until I have decided you are mature enough to return to work.” Jack laid down the law with Gwen.
Gwen wisely decided to keep her mouth shut; something told her that she was really pushing it with Jack.
“I’ve been thinking.” Dean spoke up suddenly; Sam and Castiel looked at him in shock.
“That’s a dangerous thing,” Castiel muttered, and Sam hid his laugh behind a cough.
“Ha-ha very funny.” Dean glared at his two lovers. “I am serious! We need someone to help with research, and there is only one person I know who could help us figure out why Eve might have sent her dragons here.”
Sam quickly caught on to where Dean was going with this. “Bobby.”
Dean nodded his head. “Exactly.”
Tosh, having calmed down, asked. “Is this the same Bobby from the books?” Bobby was one of her favourite characters, and to meet the real man in person would be amazing.
Sam nodded while Dean scowled at the mention of those blasted books.
Jack matched Dean’s scowl as he was once again reminded of those wretched books. ‘I really need to get my hands on these books and find out just what my Ianto’s relationship with Dean and Sam truly is.’
Dean hid a smirk; he had seen the look of jealousy in Jack’s eyes at the mention of the books. ‘You think you’re jealous now? Wait until you find out that Sam and I were Ianto’s first.’ Dean thought it would be good for the Captain to feel the same type of jealous that he clearly put Ianto through while he had been drooling after Gwen.
“Who the hell is Bobby?” Owen demanded.
Sam smiled at the grouchy medic. “Bobby does the research. If anyone can figure out why the dragons would be here, then it’s him,” he explained.
Jack could see that someone like Bobby would be a great help to Ianto. “So how are you going to get this Bobby here?” He asked the Winchester’s, pushing aside his jealous for the moment.
Dean smirked and pointed a finger at Castiel. “Air Angel.”