this is my winter song to you;

[hetero]

The Body Heat Meme

THE RULES:

1. Post with your character! They're now stuck in a very cold place of your choice. It can be anything, such as a freezing chamber, a cavern or a small cabin in the midst of a blizzard. The choice is up to you.
2. Comment around! Now your character has some company in this bone-chilling environment. The two of them share two things in common: clothes completely unfitting for this weather (be they summer clothes or even lingerie) and a blanket.
3. A blanket? Yes, just one warm blanket and no other ways to escape the cold. The two of them will have to share it in order to stay alive in this weather. Don't worry, you're sure to find a common language in this terrible situation!
4. So, uh, have fun, I suppose. Try to not freeze to death!
5. Protip: friction and body heat are both excellent ways to fend off cold.

Comments

[deism]

The gifts are bear are not pizza.

Your demon blood brother was correct. Do not confuse the sexual escapades on television with reality.

[hetero]

... What?

[deism]

I will not spank you.

[hetero]

Cas, stop joking around. I'm freezing my ass off here.

[deism]

Your ass is still attached.

[ but he does look down at his trench coat ] This belongs to my vessel.

[hetero]

Not for long.

I'm just going to borrow it, Christ, it's not like I'm throwing it into a fire. [ There is a slight, contemplative pause, because maybe that would help a fire... ] You're not cold, right? So help the humans who aren't made of steel.

[deism]

No human is created from steel.

[ but he does finally take it off, after some hesitation, and then drapes it over dean's shoulders roughly ]

[hetero]

[ He pulls it around himself, trying to get any additional warmth he can. ]

Why are you so attached to a trench coat? You needed a wardrobe change, anyway.

[deism]

It belongs to my vessel.

It would be inappropriate.

[hetero]

Yeah, I'm sure you care so much about him when he'll probably never see his family again.

[deism]

There are rules.

He will be rewarded for his devotion and sacrifices.

[hetero]

Heaven's rewards aren't so great, you know. [ He looks around. ]

Let's see if we can get to some shelter.

[deism]

What sort of shelter does your ass immediately require?

[hetero]

I know it's hard, but you have to stop focusing on my ass.

I'm hoping for a conveniently abandoned cabin. Admittedly, that's the way most horror--and porn--movies start out, but we can take our chances.

[deism]

Very well.

[ reaches over with two fingers to touch dean's forehead

but he stops inches away, waiting for his permission ]

[hetero]

[ He pulls back. ] Dude, I literally just got regulated. If you were going to zap me anywhere, do you really think I'd say an abandoned cabin?

[deism]

You are cold. It would be quicker.

[ but he turns away and starts walking in a direction, slightly nonplussed but overall unimpressed ]

[hetero]

I've survived without angel mojo before, I can do it again. [ He follows, with a bit of hesitance just because following Cas does not fit with his stubbornness but he can deal for now. ]

So what does it take to get you cold?

[deism]

Why do you wish to know? [ he has no hesitation in his steps and keeps marching forward without looking back

with confidence dean is following ]

[hetero]

Call it curiosity. [ Dean's footsteps will occasionally stop here and there, as he gathers some snow into his arms. He's using the trench coat to hide it, just in case Cas looks back for a moment. ]

[deism]

[ he doesn't turn around, but he does slow his steps after a while to point through into the distance at a small, dark shape ]

There.

[hetero]

Great. [ He uses Cas' slowed pace to catch up to him. Then he pulls on the back of Cas' shirt in order to dump the pile of snow down his back

it's a good idea to mess with angels ]

[deism]

[ he just stands there for a moment, still staring at the small cabin up ahead. then he bows his head, rubbing his hand slowly on his neck, and then brings up his hand again with the remains of the snow.

he turns around slowly. ] Was my coat not enough?

[hetero]

Man, angels are so boring. I bet you suck at snowball fights.

[deism]

Of course I have won at snowball fights. My enemies have perished with their last words frozen on their lips, their skin mottled and frostbitten.

... It is wet. [ he tries to touch his back experimentally ]