CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PERSON Prompts Post // November 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL REAL PERSON PROMPTS. Persons from other fandoms are allowed as long as the main pairing includes one person from the Supernatural cast. Exceptions made for Jared, Jensen, and/or Misha's wives. Reminder: all prompts with people under the age of 18 should be posted to the underage post.
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He had learned quickly that he had simply given up one shackle for yet another---this one a little more dangerously harming to his physical and mental states. In the years of monastery life, he had watched other Weres succumb, blindly handing over their wolf-sides to be "one" with their higher calling, which had ended slotting perfectly into The Brotherhood's wishes. Jared had discovered he wasn't that devoted to his God, or whomever his higher being had been. He had actually become more independent and self-reliant, finding out that he was waiting for the one day his family, his...pack would call for his inevitable return.
The fact remained, it had been Jeffrey Morgan who had to do the bidding. This spoke volumes that Jared's parents and sister were possibly less enthusiastic about him coming home. He had tons of questions to ask Evaline, and he hoped she kept an open-mind of being blatantly honest with him, like she had always been.
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Jensen tightens the waist-belt of his seat buckle as he settles in his family jet's interior, pressing a button to recline backward and shut his eyes in some peace and quiet.
What a whirlwind of the past few days for him before today, traveling to his intended spouse's family home to prepare for the nuptials.
Jensen swivels his head to enjoy the view out the window flittering by. He's restless, like a pup; not only for the marriage ceremony and the night of consummation, but whom he would actually be wedded to.
His father and his father's office staff hadn't wanted to trouble Jensen with too much detail. He'd always been adept at paying close attention to the ways scents and heats shifted and morphed around him, the way body language spoke louder than words--coupled with the whispers of secrets kept hidden, Jensen had learned in his early cub years that surface information was never to be trusted, especially when he was told outright to his face. His expectations always lowered when there were scrambled whispers of gossip trailing behind members of his pack. He already knew a big change had occurred with whom he would be wedded to, but he had been unable to get specifics.
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Jensen fears the worst. The reason for the secrets being kept and the hush-hush whispers around him. This new intended spouse was a worse offense than the female Beta. He sighs through his nostrils, scratching at his stubbled cheek. He doesn't know why but even the hustling and bustling around him, to protect him from further, differing knowledge than he already knew had Jensen feeling a bit calmer. He had been dreading the single choice of female Beta, resigning as second Alpha son to embrace whatever mate came his way, despite personal preference for a type of mate. Now there were rumors of an "option"--a ridiculous one, maybe.
As Alpha in this arrangement, he had a certain power and control to wield. He would arrive in San Antonio set on wedding the oldest, marriage-age offspring of his father's newest business partner. They were twins, the same age, but for a few minutes of separation to birth order. Still, Jensen had the option to choose one. He felt bad for his intended spouse who really has no choice in the matter but to accept his bidding.
What must it feel like to be in competition for an arranged marriage and mating none of the parties involved truly wished for?
Jensen had taken his regimen of suppressors alloted to him, readying his body mentally and physically for the wedding night--his first as Alpha in his own right to his own mate, his own spouse. He had heard that this predicament would also make him highly fertile, probably high-strung and passionate, too. He wasn't being forced to produce an heir right away, but he did have to perform, stake his claim and make his mate a part of him. They would begin building their own pack that very night.
Trouble was, Jensen had always had control of that end of the choice, whom to take to his bed. Now he had been stripped of that freedom and was gambling on his intended spouse being as pleasing in his bed as all other lovers had been.
He shuts his eyes again, this time for good, and finally sleeps with some form of peace settling in his mind.
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