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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Padalecki makes it easy on her: as she gets in sight of the cave, he crawls out of it. He blinks towards the slate gray sky.
“Hey there,” she croaks. It always takes her voice a little while to warm up, after the change. “You lose something?”
Now he blinks at her. “What?”
“Your clothes,” she says as she gets closer.
He stares down at his briefs. “They’re...” He gestures vaguely back towards the cave. “There was a wolf.”
“Uh huh. You okay, buddy?” She gets up close to where he’s sitting on the ground. “You know that’s a sign of hypothermia - mental confusion. So’s taking your clothes off, actually. You all right?”
“There was a wolf,” he repeats. “It made me take them off.”
“Whoa,” she says, hands in the air. “Man bites dog, not really my department.”
“No-”
“Let’s see if we can get some clothes on you.” She gives him the fleece blanket to tie around his waist like a towel. No shoes, because her truck’s not exactly stocked for outfitting stray giants. Her coat is massively oversized, which means it just barely fits across his shoulders. Yikes, he’s tall. She didn’t notice so much as a wolf, but now, even sitting down, it’s clear that he’s still on a whole different scale than she is.
“What about you?” he asks as he shrugs into the coat.
She shrugs. “I’ll be fine. I run hot.” Some wolf things carry over.
“My ankle,” he says.
She kneels down to take a look it. “Broken?” she asks, because it’s not like she actually knows anything about this.
“Just really badly sprained. I think.”
“We might still be able to walk you out, then. Unless you want a helicopter.”
He squints at her like he can’t tell whether she’s serious. “I think maybe with someone to lean on, I could make it.”
“Closest is probably an old logging road. If we can get you to that, I can go get my truck.”
“Okay.” He pushes himself farther upright.
Gen catches his flailing arm as he tries to stand up on just his good foot, and she slides under his arm. “Good?”
He nods through a grimace of pain, and they’re off.
It’s slow, painful, barefoot shuffle to the road. Padalecki’s hand presses what feel like permanent marks in Gen’s shoulder. They pause frequently, pretty much every time they find a suitable stump for him to sit on.
“I’m Jared, by the way,” he says during one of these rests.
She opens her mouth tell him Genevieve, formality for distance, but Genevieve is a much more distinctive name than she’d usually like it to be. “Gen,” she says.
“Cool.” He tries grinning at her, but he’s in more pain the farther they go. It’s a pretty weak attempt. “So what brings you out here?”
She shrugs awkwardly. “Needed some fresh air.” This is why she doesn’t talk to people. It’s because she’s really, really bad at lying. Now Jared’s eyes are shut in pain, though, and he’s not paying attention anymore. She supposes she ought to count that as a win.
As they’re getting up, he picks something out of his mouth and squints at a little. “Oh, hey,” he says, smiling a little more freely. “Wolf hair. I told you.”
Gen shrugs. Plausible deniability is all she’s after here, really. “Probably somebody’s dog.”
“It looked like a wolf,” he says stubbornly as he lets her arrange herself under his arm and get him to his feet. As they steady him on his one good leg, he says suddenly, “Gen?”
“Yeah.” There’s a long enough pause that she cranes her neck to get a look at his face. It’s totally blank. She can’t even see any pain in it. “What?”
“Not that I’m ungrateful,” Jared says slowly, “but you kind of smell like dog.”
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