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Again thank you everyone for the support with my first Torchwood/Supernatural crossover!

Jack paced around his office thinking about what had happened earlier in the evening. He had seen the way Sam had kept looking over at Ianto, his Ianto! Just who the Hell did Sam Winchester think he was? Didn't he see that Ianto wasn't into him? Jack had felt the jealousy burning beneath the surface as he sat there watching Sam's lovelorn eyes follow Ianto the entire time.

Earlier at the pub….

Jack watched as the fiery American followed Gwen towards the bathroom then turned back towards the group. Sam was sitting across from Ianto and had not taken his eyes off the Welshman once since arriving. The time lord recognized the emotions spilling into those rich chocolate depths as he had seen Ianto's own filled with the same sentiments.

Sam had more than a mere crush on his Welshman.

Jack didn't like the competition especially when it was in the form of a tall handsome brown eyed hunter named Sam Winchester. Still he held his tongue and shot a dirty look in Sam's direction but Dean caught the menacing stare and stared right back at the captain. Jack felt the jade daggers shooting straight into his soul but he didn't care. That Neanderthal had no business butting in where it didn't concern him and Brooklyn needed to keep a tighter leash on the caveman.

The time lord had kept the mask of calmness on and continued to flirt and talk with Gwen. He didn't see the harm in it since he didn't see her as anything other than a friend and he did share a bed with Ianto. Wasn't that enough to show he wasn't interested in any other person male or female? Well he was going to have to keep a closer eye on the Winchester brother until the plane was in the air and heading back towards the United States, thousands of miles away from his Welshman.

Present….

Jack was rattled from his thoughts by a rapping on the door. He looked up to see Gwen standing in the doorway.

"I tried to call you but when you didn't pick up I came over. Is everything alright?"

"Huh? Yeah just fine," he took a seat behind his desk thinking of the times when Ianto was bent over it crying out his name in pleasure and heated release.

Gwen knew he wasn't fine, far from it to be precise. She felt the twinge of hope returning as Jack appeared distraught. Apparently she missed something huge while being confronted by the Yankee bitch.

She crossed the office and placed a hand on his shoulder and offered a warm sweet smile. Jack covered her hand with his and smiled back before looking away and pulling his hand away. Gwen was irritated he pulled away but she had to be patient and not get too antsy.

"Jack I know you are not well. Tell me, what's the matter?"

He sighed and looked back up.

"It's Ianto. He hasn't said much or even looked at me ever since the Kingston Trio arrived."

Gwen watched as he ran his fingers through his hair and wished she was the one doing it. The time lord decided to go through some files that had been sitting on his desk for over a week now, hoping it would distract him from his personal crisis.

"Well has he said how he feels about you?"

"No, he hasn't," Jack kept his eyes on the files.

"Perhaps he isn't sure how he feels about you. I mean I saw the way he looks at Sam and how Sam looks at him. They clearly have a connection, Jack."

Jack froze and closed his eyes refusing to think of the possibility. Ianto was his!

"Well if you ever need to talk you know I am always here for you," she wrapped her hand around his once more and squeezed it.

Jack didn't look up and only nodded as he responded, "Thanks, Gwen."

She turned to leave him be feeling as if she had scored a small victory tonight.

Sam collapsed on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. It had been great seeing Ianto tonight and he looked pretty damn hot in the jeans and shirt. He found himself dreaming of what was hidden beneath the soft cotton and worn denim and of how sweet his mouth would taste pressed tightly against his own as his tongue slipped between hungry wet lips.

His jeans suddenly felt tight and restraining as Sam realized he was hard from all the sensuous lustful thoughts that paraded through his mind. The hunter slid his palm across the front of his jeans and in a smooth deliberate manner rubbed the growing bulge. His hips bucked with every stroke and Sam rubbed harder against his solid cock moaning and gasping at the feel of his thin cotton boxers chafing against the satin skin of his body. Images of the Welshman naked beneath him as he thrusted inside him raged in Sam's mind as he ripped the button and zipper apart then shoved his hand inside his boxers gripping his weeping cock tight. Another image flashed in his mind of Ianto on his knees with those full sinful lips wrapped gingerly around his cock and taking every single slick inch of him.

Sweat beaded up on his forehead matting his hair to his skin as his lips were pressed tight and eyes closed.

He whispered Ianto's name over and over as the thick white ropes of semen shot up and on his abdomen. Sam opened his eyes seeing the mess upon his body and clothing. His head dropped back against the pillow as his hand released his softening cock. The hunter rose and peeled away the clothing anxious for a hot soothing shower.

Sam ran his hands over his face while standing beneath the continuous stream feeling good and relaxed. He knew Jack had been throwing hateful looks at him in the pub but Sam didn't give a shit. Jack wasn't exactly swooping in to rescue his Welshman in distress at the time so he had continued on and enjoyed the company. Sure he wanted a shot at him but Ianto had not shown any interest other than friendship which had dampened Sam's hopes. But tonight had made him wonder otherwise.

Brooklyn and Dean were curled up together beneath the blankets. After the eventful evening at the pub, Dean decided to let her unleash that wild fury in a more positive and fun way. And Brooklyn did not disappoint.

Dean had to keep her quiet several times as she had become rather vocal and he feared Sam or the guest on the other side would begin pounding on the walls. But seeing her rocking hard on top of him was just too damn hot not let her make some noise as she had called out his name in need and lust driving him hard to his release.

Brooklyn did feel much better after making love to Dean but she wasn't about to let her guard down when it came to a certain dark haired woman. But she would worry about her tomorrow and instead focused on the sandy blonde green eyed hunter lying beside her.

She smiled lazily at Dean seeing an identical smile plastered on his face.

"Ready for that shower?" Dean waggled his eyebrows at his hunter.

"You didn't even have to ask," Brooklyn allowed him to lead her by the hand towards the bathroom.

Ianto held the mug tightly in his hands as he sat in his flat alone. He was feeling torn and confused after coming home by himself. He was deeply in love with Jack but the only thing he had shared with the Welshman was his bed. Jack had not made a single inclination on his feelings towards him. All the time lord had demonstrated was an aggressive jealousy towards Sam. If Jack didn't think he noticed, then the man was surely blind.

It felt like a slap in the face for him as he saw his friend as a threat but then sit there and make passes at Gwen. Taking a sip of his tea, Ianto let his thoughts drift to Sam. A small thin smile started to creep up on his lips and a warm feeling slowly spread through his body causing him to sink further into the couch.

He had to admit the American was handsome with those brown shaggy locks and soulful chestnut eyes. The Welshman had also taken notice of his body and how tight his ass was beneath the faded denim with holes that were in all the right places. There were a few times he daydreamed of what it would be like to let the shirt slide off and the denim slink down his hips and thighs.

Ianto liked Sam, a lot, but he still held out the hope Jack would eventually come around but would he be willing to wait and hold his heart back when he may never say those three words? Earlier at the pub he had caught out of the corner of his eyes the way Sam had looked longingly at him, the way his soul was spilling out for him to see and his heart was being worn upon his sleeve just for him.

The Welshman found himself entertaining the idea of opening up more to Sam but then again that nagging voice told him Jack would come around…..someday.

This chapter didn't have Gwen getting her ass kicked I know....But that will be coming I promise....