#endversetober

Day 1391 - Falling

Over and over again.

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Wandering in the fields, Cas has found a stray kitten and this makes him very happy. But the kitten isn't the only one to be found. Dean has been looking for his fallen angel all day and well into the night, he was getting worried sick, when he finally found him huddled up with his new furry friend, under a glorious starry sky. Aren't they both cute?

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“Take me home,” Bobby had said. “There's a book I need.”

Dean had known him long enough to spot when he was lying. Cas, for all intents and purposes, shouldn't know him that well, but the significant look he gave Dean said otherwise.

The point was, they took him home, wheelchair loaded into the back of the truck and heavy silence piling up in the front. Cas had insisted he should come with, in case of any more Croats attacking.

Dean had been too tired to argue.

The attack on the Camp had been a surprise. They'd beaten them back fast, but not before they'd lost a few people. Usually, Dean wouldn't have left the camp so soon after such a rattling event, not even for patrol.

But this was Bobby.

Two fics in ONE day? What is this madness? Although, neither of them are today’s fic since today is the 19th. But it’s still fine because I am making *progress*. This one Is a mix of three separate prompts that just screamed to go together. @winchester-reload ‘s #Suptober22 Prompt of “Tattoos” as well as @klayr-de-gall ‘s #Endversetober Prompt of “Supplies”  and a Promptober Prompt of “Ink.” 

I just...how could I not have Endverse Dean come into a large supply of ink and set up a makeshift tattoo parlour for the day and do a fun little slice of life fic? Well...what might at least count as cute slice of life in the Endverse anyway...

Title: Not Quite a Technicolour Dreamcoat”

Word Count: 6323

Rating: Mature (There is no sexual content in this fic, but they do spend the day drinking and smoking)

Pairing: Mild destiel

Summary: It's not often Dean finds ink on a supply run but this time he has and he's found more than enough to tattoo the camp with the protection they need and then get to work on a little private artwork on his favourite angelic canvass.

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It was barely after breakfast when the truck that had headed out before dawn came rumbling back into Camp Chitaqua. Dean was standing in the tray surrounded by boxes with a wide grin on his face. It was unusual enough that they were already coming back from a supply run, usually they were gone all day, but for Dean to not be the one behind the wheel was even stranger still. Castiel’s eyes narrowed suspiciously from where he watched outside the main hall; he’d been helping to build a new noticeboard after their last one broke as the innocent victim in the crossfire of a drunken brawl.

The truck came to a stop nearby and drew the attention of the campers, confused by the early return. Dean pulled out an object from one of the boxes, his grin still firmly in place and held it up before shouting out for everyone to hear, “We’ve got ink! And lots of it! Shop’ll be open in thirty! Anyone without an anti-possession tatt at the front of the line, personal protection after! You’ve got half an hour to decide on placement, people!”

Dean jumped down from the tray as people began unloading and carrying the boxes to where he usually set up shop on the rare occasions they found ink to do tattooing. Cas handed his hammer to one of the other campers working on the sign and made to follow.

“Hey! Cas, what are you doing?” She held her arms wide, confusion on her face, “you can’t just bail!”

“I’m needed.” Was all he said before shoving his hands in his jean pockets and following after Dean casually. He knew the other campers found it odd; their leader never really called for him like he did other people. Instead, Cas would just show up when he was required or Dean would fetch him personally. In the early days of camp some people had made jokes about Castiel ‘following Dean around like a lost puppy’ or similar, until they started to notice that when Cas would enter the room and there’d be a map on the table for strategy planning he would look at it, exchange a meaningful look with Dean and Dean would nod say “yeah you’re right, it’s a stupid idea” and then look to him for confirmation that his next ideas were less stupid.

The more recent rumours were more simple, that the two of them were just ‘psychically linked’ or something. Still inaccurate, but with a degree of truth. Cas had always been relieved that the bond forged between them when he lifted Dean out of hell hadn’t been severed when his powers waned.

He caught up to Dean in the open area next to his cabin, set apart from the rest of the camp but with a line of sight to the main buildings and Castiel’s cabin. Dean always liked to be able to see his main points of interest. The man was fiddling with their tattooing equipment. They’d tinkered with a generator to make and store power through solar energy. During the day it would run off the sun, but make a bit more than it needed, and store the extra in a battery that would let it run well into the night.

Without a word Castiel began to work around him, setting up the bar stool that Dean liked to sit on while tattooing, the creaky wooden chair with the high back for his ‘clients’ to sit on. He also pulled from Dean’s cabin a small table and another chair for himself. He retrieved some notebooks and pens as well as some of their old journals filled with symbols and wards that they kept in Dean’s cabin for this purpose.

Boxes of ink were continuing to appear as campers unloaded them and Dean sat down on his stool to clean and sterilise his tattoo needles as Cas took his seat beside him, lounging with his feet on the small table beside the journals and pulled out his cigarettes to light up.

“I still find it hilarious,” Dean smiled at Cas, his grin reminiscent of those days so long ago when their worries were fewer and their joys more plentiful, “That of all the habits you’ve taken up since going native, you chose smoking of all things.”

Cas took a long drag of his cigarette, ignoring the people that were starting to approach, and blew smoke teasingly in Dean’s face with a smile, “it’s the end of the world, not like I have to worry about cancer.”

Somehow Dean’s smile only increased, his gaze softening at the former angel, “you do if I save you.”

Whelp. I wrote this. Part of my pledge is just to post what I come up with and not be too precious about it, so here goes.

Cas is unwell, and suggests the improper use of a firearm.

I should warn you that this chapter is a bit on the dark side. The vision of this fic is: what happened between Endverse Dean and Cas to make them the Dean & Cas future Dean meets there?

Here is my participation for this dynamic. I hope I can understand every day, if not I apologize, I'm not good in English.

About the drawing, it's a Shipp I discovered thanks to Midam. After questioning if Michael falls in love in all dimensions. I discovered that Kevin is like the Adam to alternative Michael. Therefore I shipe them.

So I take the opportunity to play both of them. I call it Mikevin (Michael x Kevin). The idea of the drawing is that Michael goes to the other world. But Kevin (as well as Adam) wants to see his mother, so he will stay, being the end of their relationship and the reason for the death of Alternate Kevin.