[masterpost] Until There Is Nothing Left Of Us (Dean/Castiel)
Until There Is Nothing Left Of Us
Dean/Castiel [established]. Sam. Bobby. OFC.
WIP | post-apocalypse | varied ratings
Written in a series of stories and vignettes.
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Two months and sixteen days after the end of the world, they pack up the Impala and drive North. They don't know what they're looking for, but they find something in a small two-story cottage in the middle of an abandoned world. In the seclusion of the Canadian prairies, at the beginning of everything, Dean and Castiel live their days in the simplicity of real, wild, imperfect love.
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MASTER LIST
o1. Break open up your heart for me | PG | Dean/Castiel, Sam, Bobby, OFC
o2. The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart | PG-13 | Dean/Castiel, Sam
o3. This word is far too short for us | PG | Dean/Castiel, OFC
Stories are listed in order written, first to most recent
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credits.
title of 'verse from a song by the rural alberta advantage
notes.
✘ NEW! Seeing as how Season Five ended, there will have to be a permanent state of disbelief with this series as this was all started in March. I will not be changing anything - it's too late now - but I thought I would just leave this here for any new comers.
✘ All of this is set post-apocalypse and post-series and will not contain any spoilers for Season 5 (I cannot guarantee for earlier seasons). This may be subject to change so if there are warnings, I will specify so. I am not writing this to focus on the physical aftermath of the apocalypse, but what comes after - the slow happiness. This is, in all sense, a domestic fic.
✘ This will be updated when time and effort allows. As there is no real plot line, I feel that there will be no aggravation as to "what will happen next" as all plots are contained within one fic.
✘ I will probably say this in every story, but I want to say it here first: this 'verse would not exist if it weren't for thevinegarworks. Her excitement for this idea when I told her, in passing, that Dean and Castiel living in a cottage post-apocalypse would be kind of nice, and her insistence on me writing it and her willingness to ramble with me about any possible thing to be included in this was nothing short of amazing and helpful and supportive. So, if you end up enjoying this, make sure to thank her as well ♥ (On the other hand, if you end up thinking it's stupid and ridiculous, you can blame her entirely)
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My love, I will hold onto your touch until there's nothing left of us