#endverse AU

[artymcart]

Prologue

God is dead. Literally.

But what was the price?

While Castiel griefs a son, while Dean drinks himself to sleep and nearly to death, Sam tries to find a way to get rid of Eileen and while she tries to find a way to slither into the small cracks she can find, Heaven and Hell have a talk in the Bunker.

Decisions have to be made, sacrifices too.

But how far will they go, our heroes? What are they able to give for the greater good?

Welcome to The End!

Or in this case, how it began.

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Artist Note: Welcome guys to the Prologue!

I'm really excited about this, since it's something I always wanted to do but was so far gone in the EndverseAU that I wasn't able to go THIS far back in the story. I hope you enjoy the early parts of this adventure . It's definitely an exciting thing to go back to a more canon version of the characters but still making them to what they are now haha!

So, let Suptober23 begin!

EndverseAU Masterpost

[amemipiacitu]

"Dean was at a loss as to what had just happened in that alley and the reason why there were dozens of dead croats and an injured, most likely human being alive amidst them.

Who are you? What happened? Why? They all were valid questions but Dean couldn't ask neither of them, they felt hollow and stupid.

"Let me help you?" He said instead. Of course, that was the only logical thing to say. The most dangerous one."

Today I merged Suptober and Endversetober prompts in a short fic, an AU in the Endverse AU. Dean and Cas are strangers at the beginning of this story. I may or may not expand this fic since I have ideas going around in my head, but let's see?

[sunbleachedf4wn]

do you see the vision?

[thebiggerbear]

Jensen Ackles Characters Masterlist

Dean Winchester from Supernatural

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - You and Dean refuse to speak to one another after an argument and Sam has finally had enough.

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." - When Sam calls to tell you that Dean is gone, you can’t accept it. Not until you visit the offline Bunker and see for yourself. …But is he really gone?

Part 2 of "Sleep." (coming very soon)

Follow Me Into the Dark - Tragedy has struck in your life, quickly and without warning, leaving you completely devastated. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Dean Winchester rolls into town and he and his brother are starting to ask questions. Questions that you are not prepared to answer though you have a question of your own: just what the hell is Dean doing darkening your doorstep again?

when were you going to tell me - After finding out you concealed something from him on a hunt, Dean is not happy with you and he definitely does not appreciate your attempts at humor on the subject.

"You're safe now. I'm here."

Real or Not Real

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't."

Soldier Boy from The Boys

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - You’re pissed that he put himself at risk yet again.

"I took care of that asshole for you." "I don't like the sound of that." - When Ben mentions something to you in the middle of battle, your attempt at a little levity turns the conversation in a direction that probably would have been better kept off of Comms during a mission.

Part 2 of "I took care of that asshole for you." (coming very soon)

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." - You’re tired of running and you go to Soldier Boy for protection. He agrees to do it but not without a price.

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." - Hughie and everyone don’t understand what you see in Soldier Boy but they also haven’t seen what you’ve seen: Ben.

"You're safe now. I'm here." - Soldier Boy has been on a ton of dangerous missions in his time, fought a lot of battles, but never did he imagine he would be undertaking the one you had just tasked him with. Shit.

Call My Name - Grace Mallory, the Boys, and the government have all warily agreed to your plan to take down Homelander. There’s just one more person to add to the operation, the very person who is necessary for any measure of the plan’s success. Can you convince him to join the team and help you defeat Homelander once and for all?

every king needs a queen - Homelander makes you an offer that you are all too happy to refuse

Keep Me Inside - When you took a job at Vought International to pay the bills, you never could have imagined just how much your life was about to change. Especially when you catch the eye of a certain Supe.

no one's the new me - Soldier Boy is the OG Supe. You goad him into proving it and get more than you bargained for…or did you?

Something Real - You had offered him the chance for something the two of you could build, something real, if he gave up the suit for good.

Thankful - It’s Father’s Day again and you have an extra special present for Ben this time around.

Where is she? - Soldier Boy only has one thought in mind when Homelander wakes him up: you.

sequel to Something Real (where SB gets his vengeance)

I've Been Waiting For You

Beau Arlen from Big Sky

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - He put you with Hoyt and Tonya. For the day. What the hell had he been thinking?

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." - Your house is broken into one night when Beau wasn’t home and now you find yourself expecting it to happen again at any moment. Will you ever feel safe in your home again?

A Twist of Fate (mini series coming very soon)

i need your hand but i don't want to burn it - You receive a phone call letting you know a family member has passed. The news rocks your world, especially when you find yourself flying back home for the services, returning to a place you’d rather forget. As your best friend, Beau is trying to be there for you but you’re determined to go it alone. But since you’ve known him, when has Beau Arlen ever not had your back?

if you love me (don't let go) (mini series coming very soon)

Only Ever Holding Onto You - When Beau Arlen called and asked you to join him at the Lewis & Clark County Sheriff’s Department, you knew you should have turned him down. Sure, he made a great case for your relocation, but it was the sound of his voice that had you putting in for an immediate transfer. After all, he was worried and needed you; how could you say no? Yet, the more time you spend in Big Sky Country, the more you wonder if you should have stayed in Houston.

The Ghosts Are Coming For You - When you moved to Montana, you figured you’d be in for a much quieter, more slow-paced lifestyle compared to the big city one you had left behind. Meeting Lewis and Clark County’s youngest sheriff while working a string of murders in your new position in Homicide turns out to be anything but — especially when things start to hit a little too close to home and remind you of things you thought you’d left buried long ago.

"You're safe now. I'm here."

"I never wanted to lose you like that."

Guide Me To You

You Are My Home

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't."

Alec McDowell from Dark Angel 2000

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - You’re looking for a way to set yourself up and blend in after breaking out of Manticore. Having heard the rumors, you seek out Max for help. In doing so, you come across someone you had never thought you’d see again.

Nothing But Killing Time - Manticore has recaptured you and this time, you’ve been assigned a breeding partner. From the moment you meet, it’s evident that neither you nor X5-494 have anything in mind other than a means of escape. Can you two come up with a plan together to break out and reclaim your freedom? Or will Manticore come between you and shatter the fragile trust you’ve built?

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

"You're safe now. I'm here."

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't."

Jason Teague from Smallville

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - When another student makes an unwanted move on you, Jason’s not above flexing his assistant coach authority muscle a little to get the guy to leave you alone and send a message.

Part 2 of "I hate you." (coming very soon)

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." - Jason has just helped you escape the clutches of his nefarious mother. Where will you go from here now that you know the truth?

Part 2 of "Sleep." (coming very soon)

"You're safe now. I'm here."

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't."

CJ Braxton from Dawson's Creek

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - You had only meant to call once, remaining anonymous while feeling out the whole helpline thing for yourself. Now, you talk to CJ every Friday night around the same time. When you don’t call one Friday, CJ is worried and comes looking for you which presents its own host of problems.

i won't let you go - When Jen breaks CJ’s heart, though you hadn’t planned on it, her loss quickly becomes your gain and so much more.

Something Like This - A Nor'easter hits Boston and luckily for you, you don’t have anywhere you need to be except right here, snuggled up with CJ.

Part 3 of "I hate you." & Something Like This (coming very soon)

"You're safe now. I'm here."

Don't Give Up On Me

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't."

Tom Hanniger from My Bloody Valentine 2009

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - You went to visit Tom in the mines for a little Valentine’s Day fun. Who knew that one decision would lead to everything that’s happened? Will you be able to help Tom or will he be lost to you forever?

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." - Tom has taken you hostage. This is not the Tom you knew and fell in love with. Unable to escape, can you get him to trust you and maybe even reach him?

"You're safe now. I'm here."

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't."

Jake Gray from Devour 2005

nothing to win and nothing left to lose

You're Mine

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

"You're safe now. I'm here."

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." - When you go with Jake to visit his mom, you encounter a young woman who inexplicably sets you on edge and has you sticking that much closer to the boy who has your heart.

Boaz Priestly from Ten Inch Hero

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

"You're safe now. I'm here."

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't."

Russell Shaw from Tracker

Close Enough - When you’d met the Shaws at the morgue the day before, you thought that had been the end of it and you wouldn’t need to see one Shaw brother in particular again. Little did you know that Colter was about to once again ask for your help and not only would you be forced to see Russell again but things were about to change drastically for the both of you.

Closer - Now that Russell knows the truth about you, there isn’t anything he won’t do to try to get you out. Even if it means he might have to move up the timeline of his exit strategy earlier than planned.

Off Limits - When Reenie sends you to assist Colter with whatever he needs after getting arrested for breaking into a morgue in Virginia, you meet his older brother Russell for the first time. There’s some flirting and definitely a mutual attraction there before you Colter sends you off. Little do you know at the time that Colter has warned Russell that you’re off limits and that Russell has no intention of listening to said warning.

So Close - You meet Colter and Russell at the morgue to help them gain access. Had you known how this was really going to go, you might have pushed Colter’s call to voicemail.

"You're safe now. I'm here." Part 1 - You’ve been taken hostage and Russell is part of the unit sent in to retrieve you.

"You're safe now. I'm here." Part 2 (coming very soon)

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't."

Within Limits (sequel to Off Limits)

Michael!Dean from Supernatural

Let Me Set Your World on Fire - While on a hunt, you all get stuck in an abandoned cabin in the woods due to a snowstorm that comes out of nowhere. It’s cold as hell (Cas’ fact checking not withstanding) and both you and Dean are trying to fight off the icy temperatures. When Cas offers his coat to Dean, in usual Michael fashion, the archangel offers you something bigger and more to his liking than a simple article of clothing to keep you warm.

This Time The World Burns and You With It

"You're safe now. I'm here."

Demon!Dean from Supernatural

AU!Dean from Supernatural

Endverse!Dean from Supernatural

MOC!Dean from Supernatural

Dean Smith from Supernatural

Huntercorp!Dean from Supernatural

Purgatory!Dean

Ben | X5-493

Jensen Ackles RPF

Come Pick Up Your Ghosts - Jensen left a little…something behind on his last visit when he was in town. Something you are urgently asking him to come back and retrieve so you can know peace once more.

i want better for you...what's better for you than me? - Your heart is broken and you’re currently going through a divorce that didn’t have to happen. Will you give Jensen the chance to explain everything that came about from that one night in Rome when you weren’t there?

Trust Me

"What do you see in him?" "Everything you don't." - Jensen says something at a con that initially bothers you that prompts a conversation where you admit that there are certain parts of his job that you could easily do without, not sure how that’s going to impact your friendship moving forward.

Mark Meachum from Countdown

Jensen Taglist: @samanddeaninatrenchcoat; @deansbbyx

dividers by @firefly-graphics

[valleydean]

The Beginning

Story by: valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) Art by: sidewinder @hawkland

Rating: Explicit

Word count: ~118k

Tags/archive warnings: endverse, zombie apocalypse, graphic depictions of violence, blood and gore, drug use, animal death, Dean POV, Cas POV, Castiel's loss of angelic grace, newly human Castiel, jealous Dean, fear of abandonment, angst, rough sex, body horror, internalized homophobia, denial, minor Cas/OC, drugs as a coping mechanism, sex as a coping mechanism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn, slow build, codependency

Summary: One year ago, soon after Lucifer was freed from the Cage, Dean and Sam parted ways. Since then, Dean has been hunting on his own and, along with Cas despite his declining grace, searching for a way to prevent the apocalypse. When the outbreak of the Croatoan virus begins, Dean and Cas head to Bobby’s to plan their next move. On the way, as the contagion rapidly spreads through America, they must contend with the rabid infected, martial law, and humans who will do anything to ensure their own survival.

Preview:

Cas stepped to the other side of the door and turned around to face Dean. Dean stopped walking, looking forward at Cas and waiting for him to say anything at all.

When he did, it was, “In there.”

Dean pulled his brows together, his eyes flashing to the dark window panel in the door. The directional light of his flashlight bounced off of it, obscuring whatever was inside. The glass was a deeply black mirror.

His gut clenched, feeling like someone had shoved their hand into his intestines and was trying to rip them out. He slowly brought his face closer to the window. His transparent reflection stared back pensively. He looked beyond it, squinting and refocusing his eyes.

There were bodies in there—maybe three of four. He couldn’t really tell. Some of them were in pieces. Pools of blood soaked them, glinting like a knife in the moonlight that fought its way through the dirty windows.

Dean opened his mouth, about to ask what the hell happened.

Something slammed against the other side of the glass. A bloody hand. Dean jumped back, his shout echoing down the hall. It shattered the bubble of silence—so, too, did the banging on the glass as the man inside tried to beat his way out of the room. His dripping red fists pounded incessantly, leaving smears on the window. He was giving off animalistic grunts and hisses.

“What the…” Dean said, his heart still in his throat. He looked at Cas, demanding an answer. Part of him wanted to blame Cas, to ask him why the hell he slaughtered people and left them in a room. But maybe they weren’t people. Then, what? Demons? Monsters?

Something didn’t add up.

The man kept doing everything he could to bust through the glass. Dean noticed the paring knife clutched in his fist.

Cas didn’t kill those people.

“I led them here and locked them inside,” Cas said, as if he’d read Dean’s mind. “They killed each other.”

The lines of Dean’s forehead bunched up when he lifted his brows in surprise. There was something he was missing. It felt like a forgotten word on the tip of his tongue. A distorted memory from a faded dream.

“You’ve seen this before,” Cas supplied. “The Croatoan virus.”

The words hit Dean like a truck. Blanching, he said, “Croatoan? You mean, the thing that turns everybody into Jack Torrance?”

“No, the demon virus that triggers murderous actions in anyone who contracts it,” Cas corrected, and Dean was still too busy freaking out to tell Cas they pretty much said the same thing. Pressing his lips together, Cas turned his gaze on the door, and there was a subdued kind of despondency in them, like he was trying to control how much emotion he showed on his face. “It’s one of the signs of the apocalypse. This is Lucifer’s doing. He unleashed the Horseman Pestilence.”

“Pestilence,” Dean echoed, the word taking a long time to process. He remembered, thirteen months ago, when he and Sam cut the ring off War’s fingers. That had been the day he and Sam parted ways. Dean hadn’t seen his brother since. He’d only talked to him once on the phone, when Sam called him a few weeks later to tell Dean that Lucifer wanted him as his meatsuit.

Dean rattled his head, trying to shake loose any thoughts of Sam. He focused on Cas saying, “The entire town’s been infected.”

Dean remembered how quickly the virus spread—and how it spread. An infected person had to bleed into someone’s open wound. Once the blood mixed, that was it. Soon after, the victim would turn into a one-track-mind, bloodthirsty monster.

He glanced back at the doorway. The man was still standing behind the glass, looking at Dean like he was lunch, but at least he’d stopped pounding on the window.

“It isn’t the only one,” Cas continued. “There are pockets of the virus across America—possibly the world.”

How hadn’t Dean heard about this? His chest felt too small, like his ribcage was shrinking around his heart and lungs. “Where’d it start?”

“I don’t know.”

Coming this October to @deancashorrorfest

[an-android-in-a-tutu]

I HAVE. A self indulgent AU that I'm not sure I've ever discussed here but I'm too lazy to check. It's about endverse Cas travelling in time back to season one to stop the apocalypse, which has been done and done very well, but the twist is. Endverse Claire.

[bedlund]

official benedictions endorsement/rec/moodboard

[licieoic]

"Spa Day" - Digital Oil Painting

Suptober Day 20 - Theme: Spa Day. My headcanon is that Sam got him a gift certificate to the Angel Day Spa, because he deserves it! Dean is pretty uncomfortable but his handsome attendant gets him to relax.

Please see the pinned post at the top of my Tumblr for my links if you'd like to help support me in saving for a safe place to live!

[debsarcasticplight]

Starlight

The Impala rumbles to a halt outside The Starlight Motel, its tired engine sighing in relief. Dean leans back in the worn leather seat, rubbing his eyes, exhausted. The road has started to take its toll on Dean despite him having made this trip countless times before. After nearly a decade, his journey here and back again has become the only ritual that keeps him connected to his past and the one person still holding a piece of his heart.

Stepping out of the car, Dean can't help but glance around, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. The Starlight Motel hasn't changed much over the years. It’s still the same dingy, run-down place where he and Cas first met, spent countless hours as kids, and dreamt about escaping from someday.

Dean makes his way to the front desk, the bell above the door jingling softly as he pushes it open. The desk clerk, a tired-looking woman with bleach-blonde hair and bright red lipstick, removes an unlit cigarette from her lips before offering him a half-hearted smile. 

"Can I help you?" she asks, her voice heavy with boredom.

"Yeah," Dean replies, pulling out his wallet and tossing a few crumpled twenties onto the counter. 

"I need a room for a couple of nights."

"Okay, you're in #12," The clerk says, taking the money and handing Dean a key with very little investment.

Dean nods and heads for the lobby, the worn carpet muffling his footsteps. It's early November, but there are still a few flimsy-looking Halloween decorations strewn around in the corners of the motel. Just another subtle reminder that time keeps marching, regardless of whether anyone’s ready to start letting go. Room 12 is just like every other room in the place—barely functional, but it has a bed and a shower, which is all he really needs.

Dean tosses his duffel bag onto the bed and lets out a long sigh. He knows he has to check on Cas next. Doing so has become a routine for him, a way to ease his conscience, even though Dean’s never sure what he will find. Dean’s been renting Cas a room at the Starlight Motel year-round since he left, figuring it's the least he can do for the guy. Cas has a tendency to move around a lot, seeking out the sketchiest people while chasing his next high. At least this way, Dean can try to help his friend retain some semblance of home, even if it's back here, of all places.

Pulling out his phone, Dean scrolls until he finds his favorite picture: two young boys, their eyes wide with anticipation and ready for whatever life has in store. Although the original photo was taken many years ago, Dean can't help keeping a digital copy purely for sentimental value.

Holding a breath, Dean taps "Call" as a pit of concern opens up beneath his ribs. He’s got six different phone numbers for Cas currently, and it's always a gamble whether any of them will even go through.

"Hello?" Cas's voice crackles over the line, already sounding very far away.

"Hey, Cas," Dean says, trying to keep his voice casual. 

"It's me."

There is a long pause before Cas replies.

"Back again so soon, Dean?"

Dean runs a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to steady his breathing.

"Naw, you know me, I’m just passing through. But I thought I'd call and see how you're doing."

"You know how I'm doing, Dean." Cas states, his voice thick with bitterness. 

Dean winces at the truth in his friend's words. Knowing all too well how much Cas has struggled for years now, battling demons Dean still doesn’t fully understand. They had been close once, more so than anyone could’ve imagined, but life has taken them down different paths.

"Listen," Dean begins, 

"I rented myself a room at The Starlight for a few nights. Why don't you swing by? I’ll order us some pizza and maybe restock your fridge. We can catch up."

Cas hesitates, and for a moment, Dean thinks he might actually say no. 

"Okay, Dean. I'll be there." Cas says, sounding defeated.

Dean hangs up and lets out another sigh, this one heavier than the last. He knows he can't save Cas or fix the mess that is his life. But he also can't find it in himself to walk away either. Not after everything they have been through.

Dean leaves his room, returning to the front desk once more. When he requests an extra copy of Cas's room key, the clerk hands it over without question. She’s seen this all before, the two of them coming and going like ghosts.

Back in his room, Dean sits on the edge of the bed and stares out the window. The parking lot is empty, save for a few beat-up-looking cars. The neon sign of The Starlight flickers and buzzes, casting an eerie glow over everything.

Dean can't help but think back to his and Cas’s origins as he waits. They had been inseparable as kids, each other's lifelines in a world that seemed determined to tear them apart. They had even dated briefly, an awkward and confusing experiment in teenage love. Then Sam died, Dean left town, and Cas stayed behind to pick up the pieces alone. Even now, after all these years, the wrongs of the past haunt Dean, while the present feels no less bleak. But he’s determined to be there for Cas, no matter how impossible the task seems. For the sake of the man he once loved and probably still does, Dean knows he has to at least try.

[ilikebeesandflowers]

Why didn’t anyone tell me that The Blue Castle by LM Montgomery is destiel fanfic to a tee?? Like? Dean lives this sad repressed little life and then gets diagnosed with a fatal heart condition *faith!dean style* so he shrugs off his awful family and runs away to care for a dying friend and accidentally falls in love with the scruffy elusive hermit Cas who is bad-boy-coded and lives outside society’s rules and drives a shitty old beater. When his friend dies and he has to go back home, Dean asks Cas to marry him so he can *really live* his final year, no strings attached, you don’t even have to love me! They get married The Next Day by some backwoods preacher but it’s all legal, and Dean’s family can’t say shit about it. Ps, they don’t know he’s dying. So time passes and they are ecstatically happy, living in the woods as a Fake Married couple (except obviously they bone), and There’s Only One Bed.

Fast forward to the day that Dean almost gets run over by a train, which should have killed him outright, but he DIDN’T DIE, and they are both super in-their-heads about it. Cas disappears for a few days. MEANWHILE Dean is like, oh my god, I trapped that fine-ass fellow and he’s gonna divorce me for tricking him. No prob, I’ll leave him a note to say it’s okay for him to divorce me. Except then! Dean meets Cas’ dad and finds out that he is richer than God. So when he writes his little note (and also accidentally discovers that Cas is ALSO Dean’s favourite writer, holy shit you guys), CAS thinks Dean doesn’t want to be married to him anymore bc he’s ashamed of daddy warbucks. And they have a whole-ass confrontation in which Dean’s like, no you can’t love me bc I’m poor and homely, and Cas is like, no you can’t love me bc my dad is an embarrassment.

BUT THEN, they talk and it’s okay, they BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER, and they travel the world together and write books and live happily ever after!

[susanoosama01]

AU Michael has a love-hate marriage with AU Adam who kinda doesn't approve of the atrocities but this bad boy actually brought Kate Milligan back to life and it was the end of the world so... Anyway, they don't really like each other but AU Adam is the only one who never stopped talking back to AU Michael, literally asking for his death but it's very boring without this stubborn and sarcastic human around. They can't stand each other. AU Raphael is dead and cannot judge his brother anymore so what's keeping AU Michael from having a human pet? And excuse you, AU Adam has an archangel pet, not the other way around. They fight sooo much, it's why AU Michael has a separate vessel. Because he was developing a celestial migraine with AU Adam there. And AU Adam was to be a nice trophy consort because all dictators have at least one, right? Except this human doesn't stop sitting on the throne himself with some trashy magazine, forcing AU Michael to stand and act cool as if he is too flashy to sit on a throne and being a little shit in front of the enslaved reapers and the monster army. He gets on AU Michael's nerves so bad but they are kinda stuck with each other since they literally have nothing better to do. Also it has something to do with all these completely accidental nephilim babies running around now because well, some activities were much more fun with hate and anger and passion- No they most certainly do not like each other! AU Michael doesn't want to pay child support and AU Adam doesn't want to deal with visit day schedules. So it doesn't matter if AU Michael is forced to be civil with Kate Milligan when dropping off and picking up her son and grandbabies at her house. It doesn't matter if AU Adam has to take care of the 'palace' while his husband is conquering somewhere. They both have no other friend. It's fun fighting every single day, trying to kill each other only occasionally and celebrating a victory with you know what. They try to be a proper family sometimes, to have a nice dinner but their babies are little tornadoes who scorch the entire city in less then five minutes when they are playing together. It's exasperating. They need each other to deal with all that, right?

PS

AU Michael wanted grand names for his heirs! Like Alexander, Cyrus, Julius, Cleopatra etc. But instead they are named Ben, Chester, Pete, Lacey etc. because I carried them and risked my life to have them while you were out with your friends in yet another battle- Actually, Was I not with you during each and every birth? Did I not shower you in gifts and care, you traitorous little- but in the end the kids like their names so they stay that way.

[dogearedheart]

It's always the best friends to lovers trope that gets me

[sunbleachedf4wn]

endverse wincest is the hottest shit ever. a sam from the past who thinks his brother doesn't love him anymore and a dean from the future who lost his sammy. 10+ years age gap. their mutual pining/yearning is next level. endverse dean is even more possessive if that even possible. he kidnaps sam and locks him in a room like rapunzel. he literally wouldn't even let him go to the bathroom alone. they fuck nasty with a hint of sweet in it because they missed each other so much. endverse dean rails the living shit out of sam but holds his hand while he does it.

this dean would go feral to keep sam with him forever.

[godsprettiestprincess]

I know it’s shorthand I Know but it always makes me laugh when ppl put Endverse Lucifer in there with the rest of Sam’s autonomy issues. Like Casifer? Yes. Hallucifer? Of course. S12-13 Lucifer? It’s in the text!

But Endverse Lucifer??? That’s the one time Sam chose that! He. He literally said yes guys that’s the point of the episode!!

[valleydean]

The Beginning

Story by: valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) Art by: sidewinder @hawkland

Link to fic Link to art

Brought to you by @deancashorrorfest

Tags/archive warnings: endverse, zombie apocalypse, graphic depictions of violence, blood and gore, drug use, animal death, Dean POV, Cas POV, Castiel's loss of angelic grace, newly human Castiel, jealous Dean, fear of abandonment, angst, rough sex, body horror, internalized homophobia, denial, minor Cas/OC, drugs as a coping mechanism, sex as a coping mechanism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn, slow build, codependency

Summary: One year ago, soon after Lucifer was freed from the Cage, Dean and Sam parted ways. Since then, Dean has been hunting on his own and, along with Cas despite his declining grace, searching for a way to prevent the apocalypse. When the outbreak of the Croatoan virus begins, Dean and Cas head to Bobby’s to plan their next move. On the way, as the contagion rapidly spreads through America, they must contend with the rabid infected, martial law, and humans who will do anything to ensure their own survival.

Preview:

Cas stepped to the other side of the door and turned around to face Dean. Dean stopped walking, looking forward at Cas and waiting for him to say anything at all.

When he did, it was, “In there.”

Dean pulled his brows together, his eyes flashing to the dark window panel in the door. The directional light of his flashlight bounced off of it, obscuring whatever was inside. The glass was a deeply black mirror.

His gut clenched, feeling like someone had shoved their hand into his intestines and was trying to rip them out. He slowly brought his face closer to the window. His transparent reflection stared back pensively. He looked beyond it, squinting and refocusing his eyes.

There were bodies in there—maybe three of four. He couldn’t really tell. Some of them were in pieces. Pools of blood soaked them, glinting like a knife in the moonlight that fought its way through the dirty windows.

Dean opened his mouth, about to ask what the hell happened.

Something slammed against the other side of the glass. A bloody hand. Dean jumped back, his shout echoing down the hall. It shattered the bubble of silence—so, too, did the banging on the glass as the man inside tried to beat his way out of the room. His dripping red fists pounded incessantly, leaving smears on the window. He was giving off animalistic grunts and hisses.

“What the…” Dean said, his heart still in his throat. He looked at Cas, demanding an answer. Part of him wanted to blame Cas, to ask him why the hell he slaughtered people and left them in a room. But maybe they weren’t people. Then, what? Demons? Monsters?

Something didn’t add up.

The man kept doing everything he could to bust through the glass. Dean noticed the paring knife clutched in his fist.

Cas didn’t kill those people.

“I led them here and locked them inside,” Cas said, as if he’d read Dean’s mind. “They killed each other.”

The lines of Dean’s forehead bunched up when he lifted his brows in surprise. There was something he was missing. It felt like a forgotten word on the tip of his tongue. A distorted memory from a faded dream.

“You’ve seen this before,” Cas supplied. “The Croatoan virus.”

The words hit Dean like a truck. Blanching, he said, “Croatoan? You mean, the thing that turns everybody into Jack Torrance?”

“No, the demon virus that triggers murderous actions in anyone who contracts it,” Cas corrected, and Dean was still too busy freaking out to tell Cas they pretty much said the same thing. Pressing his lips together, Cas turned his gaze on the door, and there was a subdued kind of despondency in them, like he was trying to control how much emotion he showed on his face. “It’s one of the signs of the apocalypse. This is Lucifer’s doing. He unleashed the Horseman Pestilence.”

“Pestilence,” Dean echoed, the word taking a long time to process. He remembered, thirteen months ago, when he and Sam cut the ring off War’s fingers. That had been the day he and Sam parted ways. Dean hadn’t seen his brother since. He’d only talked to him once on the phone, when Sam called him a few weeks later to tell Dean that Lucifer wanted him as his meatsuit.

Dean rattled his head, trying to shake loose any thoughts of Sam. He focused on Cas saying, “The entire town’s been infected.”

Dean remembered how quickly the virus spread—and how it spread. An infected person had to bleed into someone’s open wound. Once the blood mixed, that was it. Soon after, the victim would turn into a one-track-mind, bloodthirsty monster.

He glanced back at the doorway. The man was still standing behind the glass, looking at Dean like he was lunch, but at least he’d stopped pounding on the window.

“It isn’t the only one,” Cas continued. “There are pockets of the virus across America—possibly the world.”

How hadn’t Dean heard about this? His chest felt too small, like his ribcage was shrinking around his heart and lungs. “Where’d it start?”

“I don’t know.”

[quietwings-fics]

all ash, now

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warnings: N/A Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Crowstiel Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Croatoan/Endverse (Supernatural), Angst, End of the World, Hugs, Sad Wordcount: 500 Summary:

The world ends. Castiel is the only angel left, and he's hardly even that. Crowley is the only demon who survived Lucifer, and he won't be that much longer.

Notes:

jackelope-scope asked: 18 + Castiel/Crowley for the hug prompts

"High again, are we? It's becoming a pattern." Castiel is on the floor. He can't remember exactly when he got there, but he knows how. He'll always know how. There's nowhere else to end up when your wings get cut. He blinks his eyes open blearily. There's a familiar face staring down at him, and his expression doesn't hold pity or disgust. Only the terrible aching empathy of being the last left.

"Come to ask us to hide you?" Castiel asks, as though he has the power to make that decision. Dean would shoot Crowley where he stands. Crowley's mouth twists into something that could have been a smile, once. It's all ash, now.

"Do I need a reason to visit my favorite angel?" Castiel should probably get off the floor. He's naked, and he's cold, and he was human long enough to love and lose hot showers. Then again, whenever Crowley usually shows up while Castiel is nude, they end up fucking. He stays longer when they have sex. He doesn't taunt Castiel for the way he clings.

"Compared against who? Lucifer?" Crowley stiffens at the name. Castiel doesn't. So goes their mutual senses of self-preservation. "You shouldn't call me that, anyway."

"You are what you are," Crowley argues.

"Until I'm not," Castiel says back, "and I'm not."

He waits for Crowley to snipe at him again. It never comes. Something splintered and horrible as rotting driftwood lodges in Castiel's gut. "Why are you here, Crowley?"

“Like I said, isn’t it enough to want to see you?” Castiel stands up to get a better look at him. He's more well kempt than anyone else in the Apocalypse. All that lingering hellfire in his body has to be good for something other than running away, and Crowley uses it to iron his suits. "You are the one who leaves the devil's trap open." In the very first end days, that invitation had been open to any demon who dared. Now, Crowley's the only one who it would keep out.

Castiel is still alive for the sake of loyalty. Crowley is still alive for- He might call it cleverness. Castiel would call him a coward and mean it as a compliment. Most of the people who made it past the end of the world were cowards. The brave ones all got themselves killed.

He’d never want Crowley to be brave or loyal.

"Don't go." It's a useless thing to ask of him, and so Castiel says it with very little hope. Crowley was never an angel. He's hardly even been a friend. He has been a constant, and even, at times, someone who makes the dying world a little brighter. Now, in his eyes, Castiel sees the same fear he's seen in bitten men before they're shot to spare them the virus.

Crowley says nothing but wraps him in a hug so hard it bruises Castiel's ribs. Castiel holds tight, until he can't, and he doesn't.

He never sees Crowley again.

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