alright. this is a post about endverse!cas’ cabin.
because my god guys look at this place. let’s just… I mean like. chuck’s throwing fits over tampon rations and reinforces that toilet paper has higher value than currency and cas has an amber-glass lampshade. cas’ bed, guys. it’s at least queen-sized and it has that gorgeous red-gold brocade duvet on it. and beaded curtains and steamer trunks and persian rugs and iron candelabras and religious tchotchkes and—
I love it.
I mean who the hell do you need to be banging to get a cabin like that at the literal end of the world? (oh wait hang on we know the answer to that.) can’t you just picture it, though? I wonder if it’s guilt-indulgence from dean’s side, letting cas surround himself with all this stuff when you know he’d give anyone else in the camp a reaming for it. distractions and baubles, not unlike the sex and the drugs, things to fill up the spaces that grace leaves behind?
oh no wait wait that wasn’t the point. the point was god damn look at that bed though