Who: Dean Winchester and Jack Harkness What: Communing over crazy shit When: Friday Where: Jack's Office Warnings: Possible language, will be updated if needed
Dean walked down the corridor with a leisurely step, his hands tucked deep into the pockets of a leather jacket that had seen better days, hell better years, but was still keeping up with him somehow. A lot of the stress and tension he'd come into the prison with weeks ago had eased during his time here. Not because he felt safe, though he had to grudgingly admit that there were a hell of a lot of worse places out there and he'd stayed at some of them. No, more likely it was because of what this place had unexpectedly given him back, his family; Sammy, Cas, Jo. Even Charlie had made it through the hell of last year, showing just how much you couldn't underestimate people based on what they did before the plague changed everyone, the infected and survivors alike. But now that tenuous peace he'd found was being threatened again, on the edge of shattering to the point where Dean didn't think they'd get any more chances after this.
So he had to do something. Even if he couldn't tell the angel what he had in mind because lord only knew Cas would pitch a hit and maybe use his power to stop him. The hunter couldn't risk that, not when reapers were popping up like daises reminding them all that their days were numbered. No, if he wanted to get to the bottom of this and find a way to help his friend then that only left him one option. He had to get a meeting with Death, the horseman himself, and while there were fifty ways to Sunday on just how wrong all of this could go Dean suddenly felt like a betting man. Death knew him, his story, and Dean was still here, at least for the moment, so there was a chance that the entity might listen to him. Entertain the human instead of sending him back downstairs which the hunter knew was a very strong possibility. But that was a chance he was willing to take. Now all he needed were the supplies to get him dead and then hopefully bring him back.
He knew it wouldn't be easy, after all he couldn't call on good ol' Doctor Robert this time, but if he could find the supplies, either the drugs or a defibrillator to zap his heart offline, and then someone who knew how to keep a secret and was willing to stand by and bring him back when his three minutes where up then he could make this work. He'd tried talking to the medical staff here already, touching bases with Adrian who explained what powers he had as a Moroi vampire and that he could help guide his spirit home if need be, but that only helped him so much. He needed a way to die that did minimal damage to his body and allowed for him to be resuscitated and he'd hoped to get what he needed from Dr. Grey. She hadn't replied to any of his messages though and Dean hadn't wanted to add any extra attention to himself and what he was up to by going out and searching for her. In fact the less people that knew about this, the better. Sam and Jo were the only people that really needed to know and while they both had had their arguments neither of them could stop him.
So it was a complete surprise when he got a message from none other than Captain Jack Harkness, a man whose name preceded him in most places or at least that's what Gwen had told him back in the day. She'd never gone into too much detail about her life before the apocalypse, neither of them had really at the beginning of their friendship, but then one day they both almost didn't come back from a raid that went to shit. Things changed a little bit between them after that, Dean telling her about Sammy and demons and hunters and Gwen telling stories about Torchwood and some of the things they did. They didn't betray any secrets about their teammates but they shared a bit of their lives, their pain, so because of that Dean was willing to meet Jack, the man who could get impossible things done. He wasn't sure how much he'd have to tell the other man, or if information would be the price for the goods Dean needed but he figured he didn't have much to lose. So when he finally came to the door of Jack's office he knocked twice, waiting briefly for an affirmation to enter, before he walked right in.
"Captain Jack Harkness I presume," Dean managed with something of a polite smile, quietly trying to get of feel of the man and how this conversation might go, "The name is Dean Winchester. You said you could help me?"