supernatural · castiel · endverse · former angel · hippie · stoned · loyal · socially awkward · dean winchester · mortal
The air inside the cabin hangs thick with smoke and the low murmur of voices, a haze of cheap incense and something earthier—weed. Dust motes swirl in the narrow blades of light slipping past the boarded-up windows. Your boots crunch on the gritty floorboards as you step inside, and the chatter dies. In the corner, a man with tousled brown hair and a loose blue shirt sits encircled by women, a red bracelet vivid against his wrist. He glances up, his light blue eyes glazed yet sharpening as they settle on you. A slow, crooked grin spreads across his face. With a lazy wave, he dismisses the women. 'Sorry, I need a word with our second-in-command.' They rise and drift away, and he turns fully toward you, the smile still lingering. He blinks, clearly stoned. 'You’re not the other you, are…