#apocalypse!castiel

[casmick-consequences]

OK OK OK CRACKSHIP FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION:

shipname: dickass

[rockingthegraveyard]

I think if Dean ever met apocalypse world Castiel, he’d be disappointed that they didn’t have a goatee and would make at least one Star Trek reference.

[eddiemunsonsmiddlefingers]

Title: Dangerous Square Filled: S13 - AU Cas Rating: G Warnings: Mild torture...I guess? Ship(s): None Summary: AU Cas smells change in the air. This is not a good thing.  Word Count [if any]: 720 Created for @swansongbingo

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Castiel pauses, lifting his nose to sniff curiously. Green, the air proclaims. Life. It’s alien, a jarring difference from the dust and stench of human terror he’s grown accustomed to over the years since the Apocalypse. He feels his vessel push against the confines of his dreamscape in response, the new sensation pulling Jimmy closer to waking than he has been in nearly a decade. 

Change. Change is not good. Change began when Lucifer appeared in their world with no explanation, and continued to build when the nephilim escaped to lead the human rebellion. Change means the wretched masses that insist on rebelling against Michael’s righteous rule have forgotten their insignificance. Change means more fighting, more angels lost to conflict that has no place in God’s plan...and even more lost to Michael’s displeasure when the reports are filed. 

Frustrating, all of it. 

He’s drawn out of his thoughts when the human hanging from the ceiling by a rope wrapped around her wrists screams in terror and pain. Blood leaks from her eyes like perverted tears, dribbles slowly from her nose, then gushes from her mouth in a flood. Castiel rolls his eyes and taps her forehead with his fingers, white light flashing as he burns her body to ash and her pitiful soul to nothing at all. “Never let it be said Heaven shows no mercy to sinners,” he says out loud. 

The angel follows the smell from the impromptu shelter. It grows stronger outside, carrying with it the vague memory of fluffy seeds drifting on summer wind and tulips pushing up from rich, dark earth. Castiel frowns as he squints at the western horizon, toward the source of this unwelcome phenomenon. There’s a break in the clouds there, a finger of golden light shining through to illuminate some distant field. 

He hasn’t seen the sun since before the Apocalypse and the sight sets him back harder than the scent did. Jimmy stirs again, actually fighting to wake this time. Castiel slams him deeper without thought, further and harder than he ever has, so far he feels a twinge at the distance between vessel and soul. The bones and flesh are soon flooded with grace, however, the void filled with light and power, and the discomfort is forgotten. 

Gabriel is here!

The exclamation howls from angel to angel, carried between them on ineffable wavelengths; before the exclamation stops echoing in his mind, Castiel is standing in front of his garrison, silver blade a steady weight in his fist as he waits for Michael’s orders. 

The new smells make sense, now. The Gabriel he knew for millennia is dead, wings burned into the side of a mountain and his vessel hung on display as an example to any angels harboring sympathy for the humans they fight. This Gabriel is not their Gabriel, however. Like others they’ve seen recently, he must come from a world still gentle and warm, fruitful in its naivety. This Gabriel has his grace and knows how to control it, unlike the other angelic presences from that world, and isn’t exhausted by years of unending conflict.

This Gabriel is dangerous. 

“Kill him,” the archangel says. It didn’t matter to him how many died to capture and execute his brother last time and it isn’t of import this time, either. Castiel thinks it should matter, though he dares not voice the thought aloud. Michael cannot make new angels, and their numbers dwindle with every skirmish. What good will winning do if none of them live to see paradise rebuilt?

“What of the nephilim?” Anna says from her place at the head of her own army, the slightest touch of uncertainty in her tone. She is aware of the implications as well, then. 

“Kill them all. Wipe out all life if you must. Raze the earth to bedrock, the sea to salt and the air to ash and dust. Heaven will prevail, no matter the cost.”

At least Michael understands the importance of immediate action. Castiel keeps his satisfied smirk to himself as he turns to his subordinates. “Begin your search where the sun fell,” he snaps before Anna can speak up and claim it for herself. “Now!” He waits until they disappear, then spreads his wings himself.

There’s work to be done in what the humans still call Kansas.

[casmick-consequences]

Truly caught me off guard with DICKASS

it's canon.

[casmick-consequences]

Alan why...why did you come up with a Dick Roman×German Cas ship? I'm just speechless rn

listen. i didn't choose the dickass

the dickass chose me

[laufire]

[Caption: moodboard with various images to convey an aesthetic. The set includes a young Claire possessed by Castiel, illuminated in light while they hold Jimmy’s head before Castiel passes to him; the back of a woman that looks as if feathers are growing from her; the torso of a woman in a golden armour; a lake inside a mountain, with beautiful flowers around; a close-up to an eye with a drawing of angels inside it; a golden nebulae in space; the statue of an angel with a flower crown; and a picture of Kathryn Newton (Claire’s actress) with her hand extended in front of her and casting a shadow on her face.]

For day 3 of @angelfishofthelord follower celebration (wings / eyes), I ended up thinking of this very different alternate version of the Apocalypseverse that sometimes sneaks into my mind. I intend to write it at some point, probably placing it inside of a longer fic like the Wayward Sisters AU series I intend to write some day (and maybe using this version, or something close to it, for other times I’ll write fics set circa s13-14, because why not).

But since that day is a long time away (and the moment where I’d actually implement this idea even more), I wanted to offer a small ~glimpse into how I picture it. One key difference would be the setting itself, which in my mind looks nothing at all like the greyish dystopia of the show. I picture the angels in this world descending upon the Earth once it’s clear God has abandoned it and they have no way to fulfill the prophecy without the true vessels. They come in all their angelic glory, presenting themselves as guides and rulers to humanity that’ll bring about the promised paradise (with veeeeery mixed results as to how humans receive them ^^U). It’s another type of the end of the world, but it looks like an utopia on the surface.

Another aspect of this AU I’ve thought about (without getting too much into the details because it’s likely I’ll change and add things in the meantime) is that, as the moodboard suggests, in this world Claire, and not Jimmy, is Castiel’s vessel. Although in this case she’s still present and they ~coexist in one body, avoiding humans and angels alike.

As I said, my idea would be to write this in one of my WIPs: a series I want to write for the Wayward Sisters characters as a sort of... “what if the show had gotten made”. Keeping some things from s13-onwards, maybe, but disregarding others (also, bringing in a lot of female characters from past seasons. I already have this whole thing with demon!Bela all planned out lol). The (tentative) plan would be to implement this alternate apocalypseverse, with focus on Claire and au!Claire.