"A whatvil now?" Dean asked leaning forward at the table.
Jack smiled back and replied. "A weevil. They're aliens who fell through a rift in time and space."
Dean shook his head. "That's new."
Jacks smile widened. "We've heard a lot about you Dean Winchester."
"Really? Anything good?" he asked leaning back and glaring out the window.
"Only that you're the best hunter out there, some consider you a legend, you stopped the apocalypse, you worked with Sherlock Holmes, and you've traveled with the Doctor too. Nothing big."
Dean focused his glare to Jack before smiling at him. "You know Doctor weird too?"
"He's the reason you couldn't kill me." Jack said tapping above his heart where Dean had shot Jack.
"Yeah, sorry about that man." Dean said looking away and attempting to not look guilty.
"Happens all the time." Jack said with a wave of his hand. "There is one way you can make it up though."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "I don't swing that way."
Jack laughed rubbing his eyes. "That would be nice too, but I meant coming to work for me at Torchwood."
Dean thought about it for a minute. For the past two years he had been trying to find Sammy, but if Sherlock was right like always, then Sam didn't want to be found and Dean wasn't going to force him to come back. Dean's heart began to tighten at the thought but he wasn't going to let his emotions take over him. Not now, not in front of his new boss.
"Buy me another beer and I'll do it." Dean said forcing himself to smile.
"Deal." Jack agreed and went to the counter and ordered two more beers.