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

[hetero]

[ That makes him think. How do you explain having fun. ]

Isn't doing stupid shit with friends "enjoyable"?

[deism]

It is not unpleasant to watch you do stupid shit with your brother.

Very well. You may initiate the battle.

[hetero]

Ready... [ Gets back into throwing position. ] set... go! [ He throws the snowball at Cas' chest, then starts running to hide behind a tree, only stopping to grab more snow. ]

[deism]

[ the snow falls to the ground

as he disappears in a fluttering of wingbeats ]

[hetero]

[ He stops in his place, looking around. ]

Aw, c'mon, Cas! I said no angel cheats!

[deism]

[ a whole bunch of snow falls from above

and he reappears again in front of him, some dustings on the forearms of his dark suit to show he's the culprit ] I do not think it matters. You are still alive and well, and you will not die from the cold.

[hetero]

[ He belatedly covers himself, then starts brushing it off. ]

Just for that--[ He leans down and grabs as much snow as he can carry, starting to form it into a ball. ]--you're taking a big one.

[deism]

[ he raises his hand and a fine wall of snow sprays before him

this doesn't count as an angel cheating right c'mon ]

[hetero]

[ WHY... ]

Do I need to explain this to you again? [ He shakes his head and half-heartedly throws a small snowball at him before turning away. ]

We'll do something else with this winter wonderland, then.

[deism]

[ he stops, letting the snow fall to the ground, and then looks down.

and looks a little sad what did he do so wrong ] My apologies.

[hetero]

[ He chuckles and turns back to put a hand on Cas' shoulder, because he's not mad. ]

Hey, do you know how to make a snow angel?

[deism]

[ he inclines his head and a bystander might have believed him eager to make up for his mistake

but angels don't do that right ] No. I do not believe I can create another angel.

[hetero]

You sure are weak. Even I can do it. Wanna see?

[deism]

I have watched you unable to find a remote underneath your pillow to watch your televised programs.

I doubt you have the power of creation.

[hetero]

You know, friends help friends find the remote control. [ But then he walks away to find a nice clearing. Once he finds the right place, he looks straight at Castiel and grins at him like he finds this entirely hilarious because he does.

And then he falls to ground and start flailing his limbs up and down. ]

[deism]

[ what is this strange action he does not understand just watching in his usual unhappy way

though those who know him well might note his surprise humans ]

[hetero]

[ He gets up after a minute, brushing his back off and looking pleased at his work of art. He waves Castiel over. ]

There, the snow angel!

[deism]

[ looking over... ] I see.

[ and then he bends down to start to clear away more snow around the beautiful sculpture ] So this is how you entertain yourself.

[hetero]

No, this is how five-year-olds entertain themselves. But I thought I'd show you since, you know, it's your brethren.

Say hi.

[deism]

Your creation, as it was, resembled more your brethren.

[ but he's done, now, and stands up, with snow still clinging to his trousers. he extended the angel wings to elaborate lengths, so they resembled: ] Now, she looks like my brothers, who have fallen and died in this way.

[hetero]

[ He rolls his eyes at that. ] It's like your job to suck the fun out of everything. [ But he's not actually bothered, and looks over the wings. ]

... But those look pretty good. Why don't you add some detail?

[deism]

[ he does go back to working on the wings, and though he appears to be studiously at work, there is something about him that says that he is very happy to do

work on the outline of his brother's corpse well all righty roo ]

[hetero]

[ At least it makes him happy...........

Dean kneels down to help, at first just adding some strands of hair but then he gets bored and

yes there are now anatomically impossible breasts on this angel. ]

[deism]

That is not accurate.

[ though he really means dean is blaspheming his brother's image

it comes out like a petulant five year old and a sandbox and you are not building the castle right and he is going to tell the teacher aka sam ]

[hetero]

[ That only eggs him on........ ] Angels have boobs. I've seen 'em.

[ He is adding nipples and then putting lips on the otherwise faceless angel why not. ] Pretty hot, huh? [ It's just like in his animes. ]