#Endverse!Cas

[fluffsnake]

waste of some perfectly good coffee

[winchestergifs]

Excuse me, ladies. I think I need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute.

[beansprean]

I had to...

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ID: Full body of Endverse Castiel sitting on a red bench on a mottled greenish brown background, wearing ripped jeans and a loose teal henley. Straddling his lap is Dean, wearing black tee shirt, boots, and a short blue plaid skirt. Cas is grinning lazily up at him, one hand on Dean's hip and the other holding a joint to his mouth, smoke winding around Dean's shoulders. Dean, one hand braced on Cas's shoulder, looks flustered and confused, sweating nervously with pink cheeks and a furrowed brow. A thought bubble appears above his head with a screenshotted tweet from cisjender that says "The guy I get my weed from told me he was excited for me to try some new stuff today and now I'm sitting in his lap with a skirt on?" /end ID

[universalcas]

[xlllleda]

2014 doodle

[uh-ohspaghettio]

Spn + textposts pt. 4/?

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[weirdkidshere]

Based on this Pinterest post, becouse it's hiarious and i thought I'd draw it :)

[naughtystiel]

wrong answer

[hornystiel]

endverse!cas x dean smith

or that one time cas dressed up nice (and even styled his hair!) for a corporate thing and then the hornyness happened

don't ask me about the blasphemy here my besties demanded it and i am here to please

[cas-intheempty]

[thepsychicsmind]

Endverse!cas is so precious to me...

I mean, LOOK AT HIM!

Supernatural, The End, S05 E04

[ghrreas]

[mypeopleskillzarerusty]

Endverse!Dean and Endverse!Cas are fucking.

Sorry, I don't make the rules

[indubioprocoffee]

“Do you think, they followed us?” Dean asked pantingly, as he slammed the door of the drafty hut behind them.

“Sure hope not,” Castiel answered, equally out of breath.

In another world it was mid October, the air was growing cold again; the first storms had already hit their camp. Winter was coming. But since Sam accepted Lucifer as his vessel, they only had one season, and it was called war.

“Damn those Croats!” Dean was looking through the gabs in the wooden wall, searching for any persecutors. “It’s getting dark … we should get the sigils up and stay the night. There’s no way making it back to camp in the dark.”

“Whatever you say, my fearless leader.” He didn’t care whether he lived or died. Neither did Dean, but unlike Cas, he had people who counted on him.

Dean was shooting him a disapproving glance, but he chose to ignore it. Silently they started to decorate the miserable hut with sigils of red paint. Not so many years ago, these sigils would have pained Castiel, making it impossible for him to stay. But these times seemed an eternity away. His perception of time had become somewhat disturbed. Maybe it was the drugs.

“All done,” Cas declared after finishing the task. “Want some?” he asked, already lighting the joint. He had been craving it since morning, but they were on a mission. And on missions he was always (mostly) sober. It was a promise to Dean after he first started taking drugs.

“Yeah, sure, why not?” Dean was settling next to him on the rotten floor, deeply inhaling the smoke.

They were relaxing into each other, waiting for the sun to set and the night to come; ignoring the cold slowly creeping in from outside.  

“Looks like we have some time to kill”, Castiel mentioned after a while of silence.

“Yeah, looks like it …” Dean answered absently.

“It’s gonna be a cold night too.”

Dean slowly turned his head to look into Cas’ eyes. The once sparkling green eyes were tired and visibly numb. “So, you wanna fuck?” Dean asked without emotion.

“Like the world is ending.” Because it was.

@wigglebox

[eldritchlibertine]

endverse!castiel owns my brain right now

[xlllleda]

2014