A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's, so please don't sue me….Again I want to thank everyone out there for reading and reviewing!!!

After reading several stories where Gwen has tried and tried to come between Jack and Ianto…I decided to dive into the Gwen haters ring and offer up my own little piece of feel good lit!

Brooklyn looked down seeing Dean's hands were locked in a death grip on the arm rests. His face scrunched in apprehension and fear as they prepared for takeoff.

"Dean, it's gonna be alright. I didn't sense any demons hitching a ride and you said Cristo to every single passenger and crew member you passed."

Dean rapidly shook his head.

"You know how much I hate flying, Brook."

Brooklyn sighed and shook her head. This wasn't the first time they had flown overseas to see her old friend Ianto Jones and yet he freaked out every time like it was the first time he was in a plane.

"Dean, if you didn't want to come, you could've stayed home. I mean Markus and Brady could use the help around the house."

"Oh no they'll just make me their bitch the whole time."

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow in his direction. "Dean Jonathan Winchester, Markus and Brady would not make you their bitch as you so kindly put it. You damn well know they put as much effort into keeping the house demon proof as you do."

"I know I'm sorry. It's just I'm nervous that's all," he released a hand and covered one of hers. Dean smiled reassuringly at her before kissing her on the lips.

Several rows down Sam was the object of an overly dressed older woman's affections. It seemed Mrs. Robinson was rather sweet on the hunter as she would touch his hand or brush her arm alongside his. Dean looked back seeing his brother pleading for help with his eyes. But Dean smirked and spun around leaving Sam to fend for himself.

The plane roared to life and Dean immediately went into panic mode squeezing Brooklyn's hand so tight she felt the circulation being cut off. She leaned over and pulled the shade down which provided a little relief to the agitated hunter. This was going to be a long flight indeed.

"So uh what time does this friend of yours' flight land?"

Ianto turned around to see Jack standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. Part curiosity and part jealousy was written on the immortal's face. The Welshman merely smiled shook his head.

"Jack, for the millionth time Brooklyn is my friend. In case you haven't been listening the past few years she is rather happy with Dean Winchester. You remember him right?"

"Oh yeah the Neanderthal," Jack rolled his eyes.

Ianto's smile faltered slightly as he turned back around to finish preparing the morning coffee. After all this time Jack still had the lingering suspicion something was going on between him and the American. Ianto wished he could make Jack see that Brooklyn was just a very dear friend of his. She had saved his life when he was on temporary assignment in the United States and they forged a tight knit friendship ever since.

"I don't understand why you think so less of Dean. Sure his methods are brash and unorthodox but he's a good man, Jack. I met him and his brother and saw nothing but two good men saving people from evil."

"Oh yeah let's not forget his brother what's his name? Stan? Steve?"

"Sam," Ianto corrected him with a hint of fondness in his voice. He knew the younger brother had a crush on him but he had gently broken the news he was in love with another. Sam had understood but his feelings would never change. Jack wasn't exactly holding the same sentiment as his Welshman. He saw Sam as a threat along with the copper haired hunter.

Gwen watched the pair sensing an opportunity. She continued watching the Welshman assure Jack that nothing was there but a platonic love between them both. Maybe now she could her claws into Jack by playing off his fears about Sam and Brooklyn. She would be there to comfort the distraught man lending a shoulder for him to cry on.

"Soon Jack you will be running into my arms," she smirked to herself before turning away.

Dean woke up as the plane was touching down Cardiff Airport. Brooklyn smiled to herself as she had managed to slip the sleeping pill in his drink when he wasn't looking. She hated doing that but it was the only way he would calm down.

"Rise and shine sleepy head," she kissed him on the cheek.

"You slipped a damn sleeping pill in my pop didn't you?" He stretched and yawned.

"Well you weren't exactly calming down after we took off. Besides we're here," she pulled the shade up showing Dean the drastic change in scenery.

Dean rubbed his eyes and slid his seatbelt off as Brooklyn grabbed her laptop and together they staggered towards the exit. Sam was waiting inside the terminal relieved to be away from his stalker.

"Enjoy your flight Sammy?"

Sam narrowed his eyes and scrunched his face up darkening his handsome features.

"No. While you were lost in la la land I was being groped by Miss Havisham the entire flight."

Dean laughed as this had happened once before to him.

"Well you seem to be a hit with the 50 and older crowd."

"Bite me jerk."

"Bitch," Dean threw back.

Brooklyn rolled her eyes and grabbed Dean's hand.

"Come on let's get moving. I promised Ianto we'd meet him at his place by 8."

Ianto was getting out of the shower when there was a knock at his door. With towel wrapped around his waist he saw it was Brooklyn along with the Winchesters.

"Just a minute, Brook," he hollered out in his thick Welsh accent.

Dean looked over seeing the half crooked smile on his lover's face. He knew she thought of the Welshman as brother and nothing more. He had been there when the demon tried to kill him in Los Angeles several years ago and Ianto had grown on him though he wouldn't admit it to Brook. But when he met Jack Harkness for the first time, Dean was less than impressed.

The way he treated Ianto and flirted shameless with the dark haired woman called Gwen had made him upset. Dean had seen the hurt that Ianto had tried to hide but he could see it in those soulful eyes as clear as day. Brooklyn had tried to whip the bitch's ass on several occasions but Dean and Ianto had to hold her back for they knew there wouldn't be anything left of Gwen when Brooklyn was done.

The door swung open and Ianto was dressed in jeans and nice dark long sleeved shirt.

"Brook," Ianto wrapped his arms around her swinging the small hunter around. When he finally put her down they kissed each other on the cheek and smiled at one another.

"Ianto how have you been?!"

"Good," But Brooklyn noted a small hint of pain in her friend's eyes but kept quiet.

"Ianto you remember Dean and Sam," Dean extended his hand feeling the firm strong grip enclose his.

"Dean, still looking just as rugged as ever," Dean smiled and rubbed the back of his neck unsure of what to say.

"And Sam," Instead of taking Sam's hand, the Welshman pulled him into a warm embrace. Sam admitted to himself he missed the feeling of the smaller man's form against his.

"Hey Ianto," Sam's voice was warm as he greeted his friend.

"Well I told everyone we would meet down the street at the pub for dinner. Have you had anything to eat?"

"Uh no unless you count airline food," Dean grumbled recalling the sorry excuse for chicken picatta.

"Well then it is decided. Come, everyone else is anxious to see all three of you again."

Owen, Tosh, Gwen and Jack were seated waiting for Ianto and the Americans. Tosh was thrilled Brooklyn was back as they had bonded quite a bit when she visited Cardiff the first time. She even had helped in taking care of a Weevil problem and showed off her expert weapons skills. Owen had liked the American as well as she had a sense of humor and one of the most pleasant dispositions ever. Gwen and Jack didn't share the same views as their cohorts but each for different reasons.

"Hey Ianto!" Owen called out seeing the foursome enter. Ianto smiled and waved as the Americans followed behind.

Everyone exchanged greetings and settled in. Almost immediately Brooklyn sensed trouble. Gwen was flirting with Jack making Ianto seem uneasy around them. She looked over at Owen and Tosh as if say WTF?! Dean watched Brooklyn bristle up as her friend sat there looking down. He knew her well enough that she was itching to kick Gwen's ass.

"Uh excuse me," Gwen headed towards the ladies room. Brooklyn started to rise but Dean caught her hand and looked up at her.

"Brook don't do anything," Dean warned her.

"Don't worry Dean. You know me," she flashed a quick smile before following the woman.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he muttered taking a swig of beer.

Okay this is my first time writing Torchwood so please go easy.....