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?” He asks like she can explain away this forming suspicion, like she can set his world aright again.
Well, she can’t, and it is by God not her job to. She swings around to face him head-on. “You want to make something of it?”
He blinks and shakes his head. “No. No!”
“Good,” she says. She gives him another long moment of stink-eye, and then she shrugs back under his shoulder, and they keep going.
--
By the time they get to the logging road, Jared’s in tears of pain and well beyond worrying about anyone’s questionable humanity. Somehow or other Gen shoves him into the cab of her truck and heads back towards town. He’s starting to look feverish, which she figures is at least half a delayed reaction to the exposure.
When they get near town, she reminds him to try his cell again. He calls the roommate - Jensen - but after thirty seconds or so listening to his disjointed, pain-induced ramblings, Gen takes the phone from him and tells Jensen that she’s taking Jared to the emergency clinic.
She pulls into the parking lot and wrestles Jared inside. She’s just settling him into a hard plastic seat when a guy comes busting in the door. “Jared!”
“Hey, man,” Jared mumbles.
Gen gives the guy a nod, and he returns it, but his attention is clearly on Jared. Excellent. Gen leans in towards Jared. “You’re an idiot,” she says. “You go hiking without decent gear again, you deserve what happens to you.”
Jensnen gives her a startled frown, but she doesn’t care. She’s done here. She stalks out, and she promises herself that she will never have to deal with any of this again.
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The next month, Gen stays out just a little too long sniffing at a rabbit lair and has to two-foot it back to her truck.
When she get’s there, a car’s sitting next to it. There’s guy in it. It’s Jared.
She’d maybe cut and run, but he’s already spotted her; naked girl is hard to miss against the gray-brown woods behind. Hastily he averts his eyes.
She’s still shaking off the lingering twinges of the change, and now she’s shaking with something else, too. Terror or rage; it’s always hard to tell at this stage which the unstable panic will transmute into. If there’s anything else she’s feeling, she shunts it aside. She can’t afford other feelings. She can’t even really afford the terror.
So once she pulls on a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, she marches over to the little old coupe and she raps sharply on the driver’s window.
He opens his eyes and grins at her. She didn’t see him do that before; he was too busy running or spraining his angle or freezing to death. The force of it is sort of overwhelming, only marginally softened by the dimples.
He pushes the door open and steps out of the car, his mouth already opening, but she cuts him off. “What the hell are you doing here?”
The grin dimmed just a little. “I found you! You didn’t leave me any contact information or even, God, a last name. Do you know how many random Jennifers I called out of the Grange County phone book?”
Gen follows a wolfish instinct and steps into his space. “What do you want.”
He seems to hear the snarl behind the words. He takes a step back, hands up now, defensive. “I just wanted to talk to you. And tell you my ankle turned out okay. And ask you to dinner.” The grin peeks out hopefully again.
“And if I don’t?” She closes the distance between them. “What are you going to do?”
He blinks. “Um, be sad?”
She wants to hit him, either for playing her or for being just so stupid. “What are are you going to tell people about me if I don’t do what you want?”
“What? No!” Jared looks honestly taken aback. “Nothing! I wouldn’t... I’m not going to do anything, or tell anyone, or anything. Honest.”
“Really. And yet you’re stalking me.” She flick a glance towards his car.
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