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 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. ]

[deism]

You are not doing this correctly.

[ no he sounds more like a four year old now he's going back in time he is staring at him with the face of an upset angel that clearly resonates give me back my toys ]

[hetero]

What, do you want me to stop touching your girlfriend? [ Of course Dean is now being the six year old schoolyard bully but this is

pretty normal. ]

[deism]

She is not my girlfriend. This angel is symbolic for my fallen brothers.

And you are ruining it. [ his whole speech might have been poignant if he hadn't sounded so petulant in the last half, and the fact that he is now sitting near dean with a strange look of almost fear as he gazes down at the snow boobs ]

[hetero]

Wouldn't you rather think about things that aren't depressing? [ But he catches Cas' look, unable to figure out the emotion behind it, if any. ]

... What?

[deism]

Yes?

[ averting his eyes and going back to work with the wings ]

[hetero]

Don't tell me you're afraid of boobs.

That's really not surprising, actually.

[deism]

I am not afraid of breasts.

They are a part of my Father's work and they are beautiful. [ working on the wings leave him alone ]

[hetero]

Yeah? Then why are you so anxious?

[deism]

I am not anxious. There is no reason to fear.

[ averting his eyes and hunching over a very significant detail in the snow ]

[hetero]

Then what? [ Moving closer did he actually offend his delicate angel sensibilities. It's not like he's worried or anything... ]

[deism]

We should go.

You are getting cold. [ standing up abruptly ]

[hetero]

[ Stands up with him, trying to meet his eyes. ]

What? Do I need to apologize for something?

[deism]

No. [ trying??? no he looks him directly in the eyes intently ]

But you are cold.

[hetero]

[ He sighs and shrugs it off, walking toward the dark shape they were originally going to. ]

I guess I won't show you tits ever again.

[deism]

Dean. [ his voice is gravelly and he puts his hand on dean's shoulder, stopping in his tracks ]

I did not mind seeing your tits. I was not discomforted by that.

[hetero]

[ When isn't his voice gravelly but Dean stops and turns around, looking away in order to avoid making a joke about his first sentence. ]

Alright. Gonna tell me why you're acting weird, then?

[deism]

In what way was I acting unnatural?

[hetero]

You had a little fit, then stopped me to tell me you're into my boobs.

[deism]

They were very nice breasts.

[hetero]

Damn right they were. [ There's a pause and he looks off, obviously trying to avoid eye contact at the moment. ] You know... you can tell me... anything... just saying. [ After looking somewhat uncomfortable with that, he turns back around and starts walking again. ]

[deism]

[ following him!! ] Is there something you'd like me to tell you?

[hetero]

Only if there's something you have to say. [ THESE MOMENTS ARE HARD FOR HIM CAS. ]

Or you have some juicy angelic secret.

[deism]

You will have to be more specific. Unless you intend juicy in the literal sense, in which case, no. I have no juicy secrets to divulge.

We are close.

[hetero]

I was saying it for you in the first place, Cas. [ He shakes his head, but seems to walk in front of Cas in an almost defensive way as they close in on their destination. He will not trust some random place in the middle of nowhere and he for some reason instinctively defends an angel. ]