Captain Jack Harkness is in the process of re-forming Torchwood, when the Leviathan arrive, looking for him. He's rescued short of catastrophe by Castiel: pushy, arrogant, humorless, and more buttoned up than the Royal Guard on parade day. Thus Jack finds himself on a mission to defeat a quasi-biblical, ferociously hungry race, change history and save the world. Again.

Captain Jack Harkness and Castiel aren't supposed to know one another. But neither of them have ever been big on following the rules. They discovered a mutual affinity for swing dancing, and it's been all downhill ever since.

Down here on Earth, you can expect latrine duty for pissing off The Powers That Be. What's that saying? "As above, so below?" Heaven is like that too - but worse: they think those crappy grunt jobs should also be a teachable moment. When Castiel upsets the celestial apple cart by becoming inappropriately attached to his human charges, Heaven assigns him Captain Jack Harkness

The Doctor called again. The Doctor will always call again. Things have changed for Captain Jack Harkness since the last call, but there's still someone waiting at home. ...Someone who is totally going to smite his ass for this. Stand-alone 'verse, doesn't take place in any of the other SuperWood stories I've written so far.

Written from a prompt by FaceofMer, who asked for the Ninth Doctor meeting Gabriel. Predictably, Gabriel's up to his usual mischief. Unfortunately for him, dicking with The Doctor is a bit like rubbing the lamp of an evil djinn. You may get what you want, but nobody said you'd be satisfied with it. Just hope it doesn't kill you.