CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // REAL PERSON Prompts Post // December 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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Gen grips another piece of flannel in her teeth and yanks again. It doesn’t rip this time, but she’s definitely got the guy’s attention now.
“What, you want the tasty morsel without the cotton wrapper?” She can tell he doesn’t believe it, even as he asks. Maybe he’s just too miserable to question it, because he sits up a little - she can barely see his motion in what faint afternoon sunlight manages to shine into the cave - and starts to strip.
There is, it occurs to her, a decently good-looking guy her age about to strip in front of her. Not that she can really appreciate the view, since she can barely see him by the smidgen of winter sunlight that’s shining in through the brush, and anyway her wolfish libido is kind of non-existent - except possibly for other wolves, which is another reason to stay very, very far away from any - but still. It’s been a couple of years since she’s had a guy get naked for her. If he didn’t hiss in pain every time he moved anything even sort of connected to his left leg, she might have been able to enjoy it.
Eventually he’s sitting in his briefs on top of his sodden jeans. His teeth are chattering again. “Okay, so now I freeze to death, right?”
He’d better not. Gen gets up from the mouth of the cave - although it the cave itself is so shallow that ‘mouth’ is a bit grandiose, as descriptions go - and walks up to him, and then she shoves him sideways with one heave of her shoulders, and she pushes right up against him.
“Um.”
Gen wriggles a bit, getting as much of herself into contact with him as possible. It’s like if she were cuddling with a guy who liked her, rather than saving this dumbass from nature and himself.
“Not to sound ungrateful or anything, because I would never have found this cave without you, but you kind of smell like dog.”
There’s just no dignifying that with a response.
Gen stays alert for attempted movement on his part, because she has not gone through all this just to have him die of hypothermia now, but he doesn’t try. After a couple of minutes, he says, “You’re actually pretty warm.”
Gen huffs, but she lets herself relax a little bit.
“You’re keeping me warm.”
No kidding, Einstein.
“You’re like my guardian wolf. Except for scaring the crap out of me in the first place. Obviously. Although I guess angels were pretty scary sometimes, right? Like in the Old Testament and stuff?”
Maybe, if she scares the crap out of him this time, he’ll shut up. Gen growls menacingly.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry. Not an angel. I got it.”
Gen huffs out a sigh.
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