When an Angel Whispered Into My Ear
by HeavensRebel
Jack/Dean. "If I told you I was in love with an angel, what would you say?" "I'd say there's no such thing." Very likely OOC. Implied Destiel and Jack/The Doctor.
This is meant to be vague and abstract more than anything. Warning: It's based solely off my Doctor Who knowledge of Jack, and the one epi of Torchwood I've actually seen. So, technically a SuperWho, with little attachment to Torchwood.

Rated M just to be safe.
Lyrics from Greed by Godsmack

I knew when an angel
Whispered into my ear
You gotta get him away
Hey, little bitch
Be glad you already walked away, or

You might not live to see another day

I.

They meet over space junk.

The air's starchy, chill, tonight, moisture from a 3 A.M., almost-rain clinging to the cuffs of his leather jacket like it's the last thing those little drops will ever do. He's much drunker than he has any right to be, his liver practically shriveling up into ash inside his abdomen, and he can't tell you if the little orbs of light invading his vision is anything to worry about.

He's already stumbling over it before he realizes – oops, there's a giant-ass object in his path.

A pair of hands wrap around his upper arms, a voice saying, "Whoa there," with a chuckle that he thinks is a little too smug.

"Wa'ch where yer goin', buddy," he slurs, peering into eyes that are too familiar for comfort. "And move yer friggin' spaceship while yer at it."

He pretty much sums up the whole experience as a dream when he wakes up in some back alley the next morning.

II.

They're laughing hysterically over something that's not even that funny.

They're hanging upside down on a queen-sized bed (with stained sheets and more STD's than you can count), temples crimson with all the blood rushing to their skulls, eyes bleary. Their limbs are folded together, glistening flesh sticking together, various whiskey bottles scattered around their figures.

"If I told you I was in love with an angel, what would you say?"

"I'd say there's no such thing."

"Uh-huh. I screwed one in the back of my car."

"I've made love to a Time Lord."

"Impressive."

"I thought so."

They depart on a desperate note.

III.

The last time they see each other, it's far more than just desperate.

Just a hurricane of hands and tongues and apologies and lies. So many lies, piled right on top of another, teetering, dangerously close to collapsing upon everything either of them have ever known.

They aren't quite breathing each others names. They don't care enough too.

It feels all to familiar when they're called off running in separate directions again.