Adult Adventures of the 13th Doctor

Dean's Other Gay Thing™ (SPN cross over)

Dean. W / Capt. Jack

Dean had been pissed. Sam had wanted 'space'. Actually, he wanted to leave hunting for good but Dean's train had happily parked in Denial Station. So, he did the next best thing. He hunted to distract himself.

He'd decided to follow some obscure ramblings he'd found on Bobby's desk, a letter from a hunter across the pond.

This brings us to now. Dean standing calf deep in a sewer, in Cardiff. He'd never really been here so he knew nothing of the place, he'd lost count how many times he was driving 'on the wrong side of the road'.

The scrap of paper he'd found was hard to make out, but it was coordinates for Cardiff Bay or rather, underneath the bay. From the chicken scratch he believed he was looking for a shape shifter that appeared human in shape but had a flattened face with many sharp, fang-like teeth.

The name of the thing was hard to make out, he could only see a W in the tangled letters. Dean thought it looked like a comic book alien and a werewolf made an abomination that would be known as a "Werealien".

Dean began to make his way through the sewer, gun out with the safety off ready to fire at the strange creature.

"Come on, you little Werealien thing" he muttered to himself as he walked.

The sound of footsteps made him whirl round. His gun was trained on a man that was suddenly there.

"I'm not looking for trouble," the man said with a handsome smirk. "But the thing you're after, it's not whatever you just called it," he said, lowering his hands.

Dean's grip tightened on the gun, still trained on the mysterious man.

"And why should I believe you?" he asked.

"I've been here a lot longer than you and seen a lot more of them. It's called a Weevil, kind of like a sewer crocodile"

"Look I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but I know what I'm doing. I don't need some amateur showing me the ropes." Dean said angrily.

"Oh I am definitely not an amauter. Captain Jack Harkness," Jack replied calmly, with one of his famous smiles. He started to walk towards Dean, his hand held out.

"I can help you track it. But, I kind of need to keep it," he stopped a few feet away from the gun.

Dean snorted angrily, "it's a shape shifter, dumbass. I've been hunting these things since I could walk,"

Jack dropped his hand,

"Look, handsome, I just need you not to kill it," Jack took another step towards Dean who proceeded to aim his gun to Jack's face.

"One more step and I swear you won't be such a pretty boy," Dean warned, Jack, closed the gap between them and Dean pulled the trigger.

Jack breathed in a lungful of hair as he sat up and looked around. He swore loudly before quickly standing and running down the tunnel. The Weevil would have been spooked so he headed back to the hub. Dean was back at his hotel room, trying to figure out where the shanshifter was going to hit next. So far all the targets and people appeared to be random.

There was a knock on the door and Dean jumped a little. He held his gun to his side before looking through the peephole. When he saw Jack, he panicked a little.

He loaded the gun with silver bullets and got out his camera phone. He had watched this man die. It had to be the shifter.

He whipped open the door and pulled Jack inside, instantaneously holding the camera phone to Jack's face to check for retinal flare. Jack stood there and took it, even flashing a pearly smile for the camera.