"Well, I think we've left them stewing for long enough, how 'bout you?" Jack announced after roughly an hour of the team staring at the screen. He rolled his neck and looked around at the others expectantly.
"You're getting bored aren't you?" Ianto smirked.
"Honey, we passed that mark 59 minutes ago," Jack deadpanned and Ianto shook his head in exasperation but couldn't fight the small grin that made its way onto his face.
"Jack, we still don't know how big a danger they are," Tosh spoke up, tearing her eyes away from the screen filled solely with the man in the trench coat. He hadn't moved from his position for the whole hour: standing stoically in the centre of the cage, eyes quizzically examining the camera. He made the whole team incredibly nervous. "The trench coat man can easily get out, or- or he could throttle you or even… 'smite' you?" Alarm coated her words and she swallowed nervously.
Jack placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "If they really wanted to kill us, they would have done it ages ago. Especially Mr Blue Eyes: he could easily have let his friends out, but he hasn't."
Tosh didn't look convinced.
"You know me Tosh: always careful," Jack continued, jumping out of his chair and striding towards the cells. The rest watched him go, varying degrees of nervousness on their faces.
Ianto stood up, dusted down his suit and began to follow him.
"Where are you going?" Owen blurted.
Ianto didn't even turn around. "Someone's gotta make sure he doesn't do something stupid like get himself killed."
Owen fell back in his chair and sighed. "Is everyone forgetting that he's immortal?"
Gwen rolled her eyes and the three turned back to the screen, awaiting the test results and the increasing likelihood of Jack being killed. Again.
"For God's sake, how long are we gonna be stuck in here?" Dean groaned, letting his head fall back against the wall. They'd been down here- wherever here was- for at least an hour and Dean could feel himself going stir crazy. There was only so long that he could stare at these walls (which were kinda gross now that he thought about it- was that green goo?). Just as Sam was about to tell his brother to shut up, for the fifth time in about as many minutes, a high pitched beeping caught their attention. A door slid open, and after a few seconds the man in the navy coat and his suited friend were standing outside their cell, on the other side of some very streaky looking glass. (Jesus, did they ever clean down here?!)
"Finally," Dean sighed, stretching his arms as he stood up. His brain was already trying to come up with their cover story, whichever one would allow them to get out of this stupid cell the quickest. He opened his mouth to speak but Mr Military threw up a hand to stop him.
"First thing's first," The American spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest whilst his friend attempted to look as intimidating as possible. "No crap about the FBI or some stupid story that you think we're gonna swallow. We want the truth, the whole truth and nothin' but the truth. Am I clear?"
Dean looked alarmed but Sam just sighed, walking over to stand by his brother. "Fine. I'm Sam, this is Dean and Castiel," he started, pointing at each of his companions in turn. Dean slapped him on the arm.
"Dude!" he exclaimed.
Sam rolled his eyes and gave his brother such a bitchface that Dean held up his hands in surrender.
"You know what you're doing okay, fine, but if you get us killed I want you to know that I am gonna abandon your a** in Hell," Dean muttered.
"As I was saying," Sam continued, "My brother and I came here to hunt down a shape shifter. Looks like we weren't the only ones." He finished with a flick of his hair and turned to look at his interrogators with a raised eyebrow.
Jack grinned. "Well, that was a lot easier than I was expecting. Didn't even have to torture you or anythin'." (Upstairs there was a snort and a muttered, "Like he would actually do that," from Gwen, followed by raised eyebrows from Tosh and Owen at her naivety.)
Dean looked at his younger brother with a look that said he was very disappointed in him. "Weak," he grouched but once again Sam just rolled his eyes.
"What about Castiel?" the Welshman piped up, trying and failing to pronounce the name.
"I am an angel of the Lord," Cas replied before Sam could beat him to it, squinting at the two men outside the cell.
Jack blinked. "Now, I will admit that you're prettier than most, but calling yourself an angel is a bit much honey," he snorted, looking Cas up and down appreciatively. Dean and Ianto glared at him.
"Um, he really is an angel," Sam jumped in. "It's uh…complicated."
For a moment Jack just stared at the three men in front of him. Then he shrugged and moved to unlock the cell door.
"Woah woah woah, what are you doing?" Ianto squawked, moving in front of Jack before he could open the door and unleash the three men. "You can't tell me you believe that?"
"Ianto. I have heard a lot of b*** stories, hell, I've told a few in my day, but this one is a little too la-la to be a lie. And anyway, I thought you were a believer in all things biblical?" Jack replied serenely, the omnipresent smirk still on his face.
"Well, yeah," Ianto struggled, "But not in angels that walk around with a voice like gravel and wearing a bloody trench coat!"
Jack pouted at him. "Ianto, you of all people, still so full of prejudice. I'm ashamed," he tutted.
Ianto scoffed and slapped his arm lightly but stepped out of the way to allow Jack to unlock the cell door. The men trailed out, with a muttered, "took your damn time," from Dean.
Now that they were in better lighting, Dean scrutinised the two strangers and something seemed incredibly familiar about the one in the navy coat.
"Have we met before?" the elder Winchester asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
Jack stiffened but recovered quickly, an easy grin appearing on his face. So the taller one actually was called Sam and it turned out Jack wasn't the only one feeling uneasy. So what? That didn't mean anything!
…Right?
"Believe me, I think I'd remember seeing your face before," Jack smirked, his tone turning flirting to direct the conversation elsewhere.
Dean let out a nervous chuckle and he found himself unable to meet Jack's eye. He scratched his neck nervously. "…Okay," he practically squeaked, and ducked away, deciding instead to check out the cavernous room they were now in.
The other Winchester was busy peering into the surrounding cells, looking for anything that might seem familiar. He ambled over to the furthest cell and squinted into the gloom.
"Uh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Ianto warned, aware of exactly who was residing in that cell. Sam frowned at him but it was already too late. Janet, the incredibly irate Weevil smashed into the glass, mouth snarling at the intruder. Sam jumped backwards, letting out a less than manly shriek.
Ianto shrugged. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Sam cleared his throat and glared at him.
In the midst of this, Castiel was still staring at the two strangers, particularly the American who still seemed to be emitting the most unearthly feel. He made every essence of Cas scream at the complete wrongness of him.
This man simply should not have existed.
"So, Cassie, you're an angel huh?" Jack asked, sidling up to the religious character.
"Yes that is correct." Castiel said in confusion, ignoring the nickname.
"So you could, say, smite me if I was bad?" Jack said, smirk ever-present on his face. Before Cas could answer in a confused manner a groan was heard from the doorway.
"For God's sake Jack, at least wait until they get upstairs to start flirting." Gwen said from the doorway. "Oh no offense about the God bit Castiel." She added as an afterthought, not wanting to anger the angel further.