I'm now on an endverse hype train I want MORE of those distraught hopeless fuckers I need to know how nasty the sex was or if it was the only time in their dystopian hellscape of a universe they allowed themselves to touch and be touched softly. Since we've all established that endverse destiel were definitely fucking, it's time to ask the big questions. Would Cas be sober, or at least less fucked, when they land on that enormous bed? Did Dean surrender control willingly? Or did he make a show to fight for it before ultimately succumbing?
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Prompt Day 4: Touch for @starcrosseddeancas
(TW: nonspecific drug use!), endverse destiel
When did he stop feeling the weight of his wings?
Castiel doesn't know.
He exhales, and smoke curls in the air in front of him, a half spiral dissipating into nothing. Castiel watches the curve of it, and thinks about bees, and humans, and the Divine Plan. It makes him laugh.
A breath, a sigh, and something sour on his tongue, and the world turns muted and soft, blurry along the edges. He crawls through time, and the hazy air, and feels the imprints left on his skin by soft hands, and calloused fingers, feels them like they're divots digging into his bones.
He doesn't feel his wings.
He leans back, and he is with Dean, who is rough, and desperate, and somehow tender, still, and he lets Castiel sink his teeth into his lips even if he draws blood, holds him close enough that the world falls apart, falls away, until there is only this, only him, panting in his ear, loud, and hot, and wet. His palm roves the skin of this body, makes a mass of craters of it.
"I can't feel them anymore," he tells Dean, later, in the quiet, in the cold, in a world coming together with each breath. "I can't feel my fucking wings."
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Destiny & The Destruction Of Fate
For @faithlesshunter happy birthday bestie! <3
Rating: E
Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Tags: endverse, angst with a happy ending, eventual smut, falling in love at the end of the world, slow burn
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Do you ever think about the fact that it's all about the kind of love that is able to overcome all odds. The love that prevails in the face of an actual apocalypse. It's Dean and Cas against the world because "The only thing I think we have left, Dean and me, is each other."
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Destiel Prompt List 16. Endverse!Cas confuses Dean by flirting with him.
Trigger Warnings: very direct and sexual flirtations, lots of mentions of seks, implied drug-addict, mention of suicide
This isn't Cas..
"Well, I uh, I don't suppose you'd care to join us, then?" Cas.. not-Cas says. Dean looks around. "You mean- the girls- the.. you want me to what?" He totally glitches. What? Not-Cas laughs. "Oh yeah... ahh, I miss you, you know. This.. version of you. I miss when you cared." And that, that makes sense, because from what he can gather, this Dean seems to be an asshole. "I miss when you cared about me. "We'll find a way to make you an Angel again, Cas, don't worry", "Don't drown yourself in drugs, Cas, they won't help. They're not real. I'm real.", "You can't do that, it's suicide!"... You barely even look at me now, you know. Only ever for orders, and then you look away. I miss when we'd just stare at eachother, you know. Do we still do that in your time?" Cas says, and he's taken several steps closer, and he's looking at Dean's eyes now. Dean holds his gaze without even thinking about it, but he doesn't realize how sad he looks. Oh Cas, he thinks. How could I ever do this to you? Underneath that, though, lies why is he talking like that and why is he standing so close and are we..? we can't be and if we are and this is how I treat him, I'll kill myself.
Then Cas looks him up and down. "Wellll..." he draws out. "You're definetly looking good as ever. How are you feeling, Dean? You know, seks really can help you feel relaxed, you really should join us... or I could just call off the girls, we can just have.. fun.. together.." And he walks closer to Dean and his fingers are dancing across Dean's chest, and he's still wearing all his clothes but he feels incredibly naked. "Uhm- what?" he blurts. Dean's entire brain's short-circuited. He can't even think anymore. Because Cas is standing right there, touching his chest like that and asking Dean if he wants to have seks and the smug bastard knows it too, you cal tell, but it isn't Cas, not really, it's some kind of messed-up, high, version of Cas and Dean doesn't want that but he wants this even if he hasn't admitted it to himself but what exactly is he supposed to do now?
Not-Cas eases off. "Or not." he says, and he ducks his head, but Dean's still too far gone to tell if he's hiding smugness or dejectedness or something else, and Cas takes a few steps backwards. "I think you should probably go find Dean. We'll figure out how to get you back, I guess."
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