Author's note: This is a Supernatural/Torchwood crossover set post-CoE and post-season 5 (SPN), although it is only canon compliant up to 5.21 of Supernatural. I really don't know where this came from, but I can say my writing it was highly encouraged by AnIngeniousParadox and The Pensive Poet. Thank you guys! Needless to say, I don't own anything, am not making any money off of this, don't sue me, etc. Please review and tell me what you think!

Sam and Dean are in a bar. The apocalypse is over. And really, nothing has changed.

Yet.

Beer in hand and leaning against the bar, Dean scopes the scene, watching Sam playing a game of pool, thinking about joining him. The bar is dark and full of people, but not so crowded as to make it uncomfortable.

"You Dean Winchester?" a voice from a few barstools down asks.

Dean turns warily to look at the man who had spoken. "Depends on who's asking," he replies.

The man nods slightly and takes a sip of his drink before extending his hand, "Name's Captain Jack Harkness. I've got a proposition for you."

Dean quirks an eyebrow at Harkness's statement, and the other man smirks before dropping his hand.

"Not what I meant, but we can discuss that too if you want."

"Say what you came here to say, I've got things to do."

"Like I said, I have a proposition. A job offer, for you and your brother, if you're interested."

Dean narrows his eyes but doesn't speak. He looks over at Sam and catches his eye. Dean jerks his head indicating that Sam should join them.

"This guy says he has a case for us," Dean says once Sam is standing next to him. Sam raises his eyebrows a bit—they'd just finished a case that afternoon—but turns to Harkness and nods slightly to show he's listening.

Harkness smirks again, "Oh, I have much more than a case for you." He extends a hand in Sam's direction this time, "Captain Jack Harkness."

"Sam," and he takes the man's hand.

"So this job?" Dean prompts.

"Right. We've been watching you two for a while now. You're very good at what you do—"

"Yeah, we know. Also, who's been watching us?" Dean interrupts him.

"The people I work with. Torchwood. The long and short of it is: we want you to work for us. You continue to do what you do, be our eyes and ears around this country, report to us, occasionally take a case for us, and we pay you for it," Jack says matter-of-factly. He leans back on his stool, waiting for their reactions.

"I think we're going to need to hear the 'long of it' before we give you an answer," Sam tells him.

"Sure," Jack replies and launches into a more detailed explanation.

Dean and Sam sit listening; Sam scrutinizing, Dean nodding here and there, each occasionally asking a question.

"I'll let you think about it. Here, same time, two days from now I'll need your answer." With that Captain Jack Harkness gets up and exits the bar, coat rippling behind him dramatically.

Sam turns to Dean, "So… I think we should consider this. It's a good offer."

"Okay."

"Dean, think about it—Wait, 'Okay'? You'll think about this? You'll think about actually turning this into a job, having to report to someone else, losing some of our autonomy? You are okay with this?" Sam asks incredulously.

"Yeah, Sam. Look, as long as it's not clients paying us, I wouldn't actually mind making some money off what we do. Plus, it might be nice to have someone who carries some weight on our side for once. And that Captain Jack Whatever seemed like a good enough guy."

"Oh, I get it now," Sam says trying not to laugh.

"What?"

"Nothing."

" Sam! What?"

"You really do have a thing for guys with coats, don't you?"

There is a pause before, "Shut up, bitch."

And Sam can't even respond with his customary "Jerk" because he is too busy laughing.

~FIN

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