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
The moment the air became filled with sounds of his grumbling, Dean and Sam knew that Bobby had arrived.
“Damn it, boys! I’ve told you before! Call me and let me know Castiel is coming to get me. That way I don’t nearly have a heart attack.” Bobby growled as he appeared in the Hub.
Dean grinned at the man he saw as a father. “But where would the fun be in that?” he asked the man.
Bobby glared at Dean. “Boy, don’t forget I can still kick your ass. And what was so important that it couldn’t wait until the morning?”
“We’re sorry, Bobby, but this is important.” Dean began.
“It better be.” Bobby grumbled under his breath.
“We believe there are dragons here.” Sam explained to the brother’s surrogate father.
Bobby was ready to continue grumbling when the most delicious smell filled the air. “Ianto, get over here so I can see you and bring that coffee with you.” Bobby demanded.
Used to Bobby’s gruffness, Ianto exited the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a ready smile on his face. “Hello, Bobby, it’s good to see you again.”
Bobby grabbed the offered cup and greedily took a long sip. “Damn, boy, this coffee of yours could charm the devil into your service.”
Dean pouted. “I always said Ianto was your favourite.”
Bobby just stared at Dean as if was the stupidest thing he had ever said. “Well, of course Ianto is my favourite! When you can make coffee as well as him, and be as polite and kind as him, and be able to do your own damn research, then you will be my other favourite, after Sam.”
Gareth joined Dean in his pouting while their siblings preened with happiness.
Bobby surveyed the people he didn’t know, deciding that they must be Torchwood Three, the ones Archie ranted about. “So you went from hunting monsters to hunting aliens for Torchwood.” He nodded with grudging approval. “At least Rhiannon has a normal life.”
A growl escaped Jack’s lips as he glared at the newly arrived man. “How the hell do you know about Torchwood?”
“Through Archie, of course. Once a hunter always a hunter, and he kept tabs on Ianto here when he joined up.” Bobby explained.
Jack blinked as he found himself speechless for once. “As in Archie, Archie? The head of Torchwood Two? That Archie?”
“Do you know any other Archie’s who work for a secret alien-hunting organization? Of course that Archie.” Bobby told him with a roll of his eyes.
Dean and Sam hid a smirk. Aside from Ianto and Tosh, none of the other Torchwood members had impressed them at all, and they looked forward to Bobby putting them all in their place. Best of all, they couldn’t wait until Bobby gave Gwen one of his patented, guaranteed-to-straighten-you-out-or-else tongue-lashings.
“I wasn’t brought here have share time with you. Someone tell me about these dragon sightings.” Bobby ordered.
Tosh smiled; she liked Bobby already. “If you’ll come with me, I’ll get you up to speed on what we know.”
“You must be Toshiko! Archie and Ianto have both all praised you, and they told me how lost everyone would be without you. It’ll be nice to work with someone who understands what I’m talking about.” Bobby he snagged a nearby chair and joined Tosh at her desk.
Gwen gave Jack one of her coy looks she’s often practiced in front of the bathroom mirror. “I should phone Rhys and let him know I am going to be home late.” She wasn’t rubbing Jack’ face in the fact that she was with Rhys; no, she was merely reminding him of what he stood to lose by not fighting for her.
The only problem was that Jack was too distracted to really care. His eyes were firmly locked on Ianto while the young man stood talking to Dean and Sam. “That’s fine, Gwen,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
The ugly pout on Gwen’s face did nothing for her looks, and she grumbled under her breath as she moved away to make her phone call. As she pulled her mobile from her pocket, she caught sight of Dean reaching out for Sam’s hand.
With disgust in her eyes Gwen turned away from the tender scene and the way the two brothers interlaced their fingers with one another, enjoyed a moment of peace as they talked with Ianto. When she turned away, she found herself once again being stared down at by Castiel, and she shivered; the angel’s cool gaze seared straight through her.
Castiel had not missed the look she had shot at Dean and Sam.
“Their relationship is wrong; you of all people should know this.” Gwen gestured towards the brothers. “It’s not natural, what they’re doing.”
“Dean sold his soul in order to bring Sam back to life and spent four months in hell, which to him it was forty years. Sam scarified himself to send Lucifer and Michael back into the pit, where his soul then spent a year being tortured, just for fun.” He ruffled his wings, clearly annoyed with the foolish human female. “Those boys have been to heaven and hell several times, so don’t you dare judge their relationship. They have fought, scarified and died time and time again for people like you so you’ll get a chance at a normal relationship. They’ll never get married, have kids or just settle down. They will never find anyone to love or loves them as much as they love each other.” Castiel hissed, defending his two humans.
“I don’t care!” Gwen refused to see any point of view not her own. “That’s not love! It’s an aberration, wrong, immoral and dirty.”
Castiel looked down at Gwen. “You know nothing about real love.” The angel growled at the nosey human.
Gwen grew angry. “How dare you! I know all about love! I’m the only one in this place with someone in my life.”
Castiel eyes grew steely as he glared at this human. “You know nothing of sacrifice. You have no idea what is like to give up everything in order to protect the one you love. I have seen what your team-mates have gone through, the loved ones they’ve lost, and the pain they’ve suffered. They are not as cold and lonely as you make them out to be. In fact, their hearts are kinder and their humanity is greater than yours will ever be. I pity you, Gwen Cooper, you will end up alone.” That was the last thing Castiel said to her before he made his way over to his brother.
Gwen scowled at the retreating angel’s back. ‘What does he know? I’m the only one in this place destined for a happy ending.’ Gwen thought smugly to herself as she finally made her phone call to Rhys.
Somewhere in Cardiff
The flapping of wings alerted her to the return of two of her children, “Did you find them?” She asked without turning, her eyes firmly locked on the lifeless mess in the middle of the floor.
Taking human form, the two dragons kneeled behind her. “We have, but we may have a problem…” The first dragon began but trailed off; he did not know how to tell his mother of the new arrivals.
“The Winchesters and those two pesky angels are here; yes I know. That’s why I am planning a special surprise for them.” Eve purred as she watched her newest child her first breath, “Welcome to the world, Marion, I have such special plans for you.”
With Gwen gone for another long night, Rhys Williams was remembering. Hidden away where Gwen would never find them were photos, keepsakes and memories of the woman he had loved and lost. Although it had been long ago, it stilled seemed like only yesterday.
With tears in his eyes, Rhys traced the image of the woman with his fingertips over her short brunette hair, across her sparkling blue eyes that shone with pure love and happiness, and over the smile that could have powered a city for months. “I miss you so much, Marion.”
Jack’s eyes were firmly on Ianto as his beautiful –and hopefully still- lover worked with Bobby, Tosh and Sam, and it became very clear to Jack that Ianto was in his element. It was a realization that saddened the immortal when he thought about the way he never took notice of how hard Ianto worked at his research, or even how much the young man enjoyed it.
“You do take him for granted.” Jack jumped in shock, as he hadn’t even heard Balthazar approach. “And you have hurt him so deeply, so many times.”
“Yeah, I have.” Jack hung his head in shame; he could not and would not deny the truth of the angel’s statement.
Balthazar stood beside Jack and looked at the immortal man. “Yet at the same time, you make him happier than he has ever been before. Not even the Winchesters or even Lisa offered him the sense of peace and belonging like you do. He will need all of your love and your strength for what is to come.” Balthazar warned Jack cryptically.
That got Jack’s attention as his furious and worried gaze pinned the angel. “What do you mean? Is Ianto going to get hurt?” It took all of Jack’s willpower not to grab the angel and shake him until he got his answers.
Balthazar merely raised an eyebrow, not at all threatened by Jack. “The mother moves against the blood of the Colt’s and uses a loved one long gone as a weapon.” The angel warned, wanted to see if Jack could decode what he meant.
A growl of frustration escaped Jack’s lips and just as he was about to demand answers from Balthazar, the cocky angel gave him a cheery wave as he moved across the Hub towards Gareth.
Jack’s eyes narrowed and for a moment, he watched Balthazar bug Gareth, and then, as always his eyes were drawn back to Ianto. ‘Whatever is coming I promise you, Ianto, I will keep you safe, even if it means dying a thousand times,’ Jack vowed silently.
Hunger, endless gnawing hunger, consumed her. She desperately needed to sink her fangs into a warm neck, and she longed to hear her prey’s helpless cries as she drained the lifeblood from some pathetic human.
Her mother knew; she was not blind to her child’s needs, which is why Eve let her go out hunting with her brothers and sisters. By feeding, she would be leaving an unmistakable message for the Winchesters and the Jones’.
As the lock slid into place in the dark bar they had selected as a prime target, the creature wearing Marion Jones’ face smiled as she eagerly sank her teeth into the neck of a random female, she fed joyously as the screams of their feast filled the air.
Eve smiled as she watched her children feed with abandon, all her plans were all coming together and soon she would have what she had sought for so long.