Janto One-Shots

2. Supernatural Crossover

(A/N: I was watching Supernatural re-runs when I though why not. This features Angel Ianto, Castiel (of course) and the Torchwood team. This is the day after the angels fell from Heaven. Referencing to smut, yippee)

It had all started when Ianto came to work, exhausted and disheveled. He was late, which was highly unusual and his posture had a slight slouch, completely different from the regular straight-shoulder. The team had been investigating a freak worldwide meteor shower when the young man walked through the cog door.
"Ianto! Your a bit late. Not usual of you but I'll let it slide." Jack quipped from his office.
"Sorry sir, rough morning." Ianto replied hoarsely.
"Traffic?" Gwen asked, her voice had a cheerful tone as always.
"You could say that." The welshman muttered quietly to himself.

A month later, the freak meteor show was dismissed as sizeable space debris particles caught in the atmosphere reflecting light as they made their way down to earth.
Ianto was still frazzled, late on some days, forgetting bits in his schedule, losing track of time, till Jack decided to see what was the issue.
He called everyone secretly to his office and told them the plan.
"Tomorrow, we'll head out for a 'rift alert' and Ianto will stay here. We'll all go to Owen's and watch what he does throughout the day. Okay?"
The rest of the team agreed and silently returned to their workspace, acting as if nothing was amiss.

Ianto walked into work and was almost trampled by the rest of the team heading out the door.
"Large rift activity, somewhere in Swansea, we're off to check it out." Tosh fired quickly, attempting to explain the situation.
"Would you like me to join you?" The archivist asked in his ever polite tone.
"We need you to stay here, hold down the fort, make coffee, whatever. We've got this." Jack said and followed Owen, who was behind the rest of the team, into the lift and they were off.
Ianto sighed and checked the cams to make sure they were gone then waited a good half hour before he went down to the autopsy bay then proceeded to remove his shirt and overcoat.

10 minutes after they left, the Torchwood team was set up in Owen's flat, computers and laptops squeezed together making a suitable security-like room.
"Guys I have some activity." Gwen called from her laptop. "He's in the autopsy bay, and, well...removing his shirts."
Jack was first to get there, of course, and Tosh followed Owen behind him.
"What the heck..?"

Ianto felt the confining cloth slip away from his back and breathed a sigh of relief, then stiffly rolled his shoulder blades, wincing.
'Castiel, can you hear me?' He called over Angel radio.
(A/N: Okay, I know Cass doesn't have his grace but I changed it up a bit. Sorry. Also Cass is unharmed, still has his most of his grace and such. Metatron only used a tiny bit and the rest went undamaged.)
'Yes, I hear you.'
Ianto exhaled, relieved that his friend and brother was still alive and not obliterated in the Fall.
'Can you come?'
'Of course, anything.'
Ianto waited and several seconds later, the trench-coated angel appeared.
Castiel walked forward and hugged his brother tightly, the other returning the gesture, then after a bit released him.
"How are you not Fallen?" Ianto asked quietly.
"Metatron used my grace to expel the angels from Heaven, only a bit was used and the rest was safe somehow. Over time, I can regenerate that missing amount of grace, but Ianto, I am afraid I am not much help."
"Can you fix my wings? They're burning, I just wish for it to stop." The younger being grasped his brother's coat in his hands.
"Show me, I may be able to heal them, but it depends on the damage."
Ianto nodded silently and proceeded to unveil his mangled wings for the other to see.
What remained of his once beautiful, pitch black, lengthy wings looked almost impossible.
Only a few secondaries remained, and even those were frayed and bent. Various primaries remained but those also were scorched and ruffled. Patches of skin were visible under the small amount of coverts, and the flesh was red and burned.
Castiel sucked in a breath and slowly made his way over to the spread and obliterated appendages.
"This may cause your vessel to reassemble all at once, so beware, you might have to make your way back. I'm going to repair your grace as much as I can now."
Cass placed his hands on Ianto's open chest and his eyes burned with his own grace as he healed the broken angel in front of him. His wings outlined against the wall before it faded and Ianto suddenly disappeared in a blinding white light. Castiel slowly let out a breath slouched down.
After a few minutes Ianto stumbled back gasping as he emerged from the light again. His wings not fully restored but mostly, several feathers were still missing and misaligned.
"I'm going to return to the Winchester's now, I've spent a lot of my grace and it needs restored." Cass said tiredly.
"Of course, thank you Castiel, I owe you myself. Ask anytime and I will be there, no matter what. And Cass, it has been nice seeing you after so long."
"And to you the same, brother. Farewell."
Cass was gone in a blink, his wings ruffling as he left Ianto alone in the Hub.
He ran a hand over his almost completely restored wings, grateful that they were no longer torn and useless upon his back. He respected and indebted to his older brother more than what his own words could describe.
The young man sighed and put on his shirts, then waited for the team to return back, unaware still that they had been watching the whole ordeal.