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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
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my my design sheet for my endverse cas and his little tattoos. he’s got a wing sleeve and his anti-possession tattoo. and the sword across his heart is sad and ironic. it’s the michael sword. you get me? dean does not know that. RIP.
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to all the endverse!castiel/dean smith writers, I hope both sides of your pillow are always cold
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2009!dean finding Baby in endverse in the trees just outside of camp with moss growing up her tires and the floor of the car crumbling away. he tries to open the door and it swings towards him and he sees a little space that’s clearly still visited often. Half made Bead bracelets and a little home made ash tray and a faded water stained bent and creased photo propped up just underneath the radio. He can just make out the picture of him and Cas. A little place where Castiel can remember the person Dean used to be, the home he used to represent.
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six sentences sunday (iv)
In honor of Castiel’s anniversary, Because.
Castiel proved nothing if not adept to ignoring Lucifer. That long-lost sibling of his in name only came to the room in his white suit, in his borrowed body, and talked, talked, talked.
He talked of past triumphs, of Heaven, of Father. He made promises that tempted Castiel, promises he refused to believe Lucifer could keep for the sake of his own sanity. He swore he knew how to return Castiel to his former angelic glory, despite the Host being long gone; that he only needed to pledge himself to the Devil and join him in power to share it with him.
He spoke all of this in a voice that to Castiel was only vaguely familiar, wearing the face that once loved, but later killed Dean Winchester.
tagging @angelfishofthelord @blairwaldcrf @equusgirl and whoever else is up for it!
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Some happy Endverse!Cas for you <3
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i never moved on from endverse!destiel
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wip from drawing / streaming with @enochianribs, its demon dean and endverse castiel, if they got to meet and just ran away to have a vegas wedding dive bar kind of happily ever after. with no shame or loneliness or guilt or responsibility. just straight vibing. (this can be read as any dean and cas too but not when the horns and tattoos come out >:)
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Thinking about him this Tuesday night 💚
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