It felt like an eternity to Sam as it were just a few seconds until the unknown blonde in front of him stood up in all his naked glory. When Sam realized this, he fastly turned his face to the side, looking at an old tree, feeling uncomfortable by the strangers appearance. It was not like the guy was ugly, in fact he looked cool, but not breathtaking, if it was not for these cold eyes which Sam was sure of could pierce through every little soul.
It stayed quiet for merely 3 minutes when naked-guy started talking.
''So you finally came to fullfil the contract, Red.''
He had a voice with a demanding note, Sam noted as the words sinked into his skull.
''I am sorry... but I have no clue what you are talking about. And my name's not Red.'' He slowly said, tired and just not ready for any more weird meetings tonight. He didn't even question how the basket came there.
''Of course you are. You did everything Red has to do. Bringing me food and, although pretty cliché, wearing a red piece of clothing for the first meeting.''
Sam raised an eyebrow and looked back at naked-guy-telling-he-is-red. He was mirroring Sam's expression as he was himself confused by the answer of the tall teen.
''How can I bring you food if I haven't even met you in my life? At least I can't remember crossing paths with a naked person shaking his booty like it ain't his business.''
Sam did not meant to get rude, but this night slowly reached the end of his nerves.
''It occurs hat we have already met each other, Red. Like about 6 minutes ago- mayb it were 7, it's hard keeping an eye on the time in my state.''
''The only one I have met so far was a wolf. And I might be just blind, but you don't seem like one to me.'' Sam gave him an optical slap by giving the stranger his best bitchface.
''You should better look out for you. And as I already said: I am not Red. And as soon as I get home, I will let Dean pay for this damn idea. Do you help him out with your strange appearance? Like, did he actually brought you to strip down naked and go get me? Well, that's a new level of his sick humor.''
He was met with silence.
"Can you at least tell me why you are naked?" Sam sighed dramatically and kept his eyes up as best as he could. Right now at the blonde hair that probably never met a comb.

No reply.

"Okay. So what about the wolf? Where is it?" another question and Mr In-His-Birthday-Suit tilted his head to the side. Because, hell, there had been a wolf a moment ago.

"The big black wolf?" Sam tried to get the man understand, but it was useless. The guy remained silent and naked and Sam could bet it wouldn't change for the last part.
''Okay buddy, whatever you are up to, I have to go to home. And definetely never come back.'' At this point the blondes head perked up a bit more.
''But you have to bring me food.'' he said like it was the most obvious thing ever, ''That is how the contract goes.''
"I-what? Food?" He responded, blinking a few times and the expectant look on the naked man's face grew impatient.

"You're the Red. So you should bring food with you. That's how it goes," he repeated harshly and the boy felt his eyes widening with pure irritation.
''So you say I have to bring you, the naked man running in the forest and scaring teenagers, food. Which is completely normal. Of course. Because I am 'Red'. This shit can only happen to me. And when are you going to cover your love sausage? For the love of Chuck, do you really think I will buy your hallucination?''
"That's what you should do," the guy nodded and that expectant stare was back.

"I, uh… didn't know?" he excused himself sarcastically and glanced around, "can't you just… catch a rabbit or something?"

"No." shot sausage-man back.
Sam held two fingers to his temples and decided to play along, already having a headache as of this positon he found himself being dragged in.
''I'm new to this… whole… Red business''
It seemed like it worked, because the rigid posture the man had going on, melted into a more relaxed one.
''As far as I know… Little Red Riding Hood, the fairy tale one I mean, brought food to her sick grandmother? And the wolf ate them both. Then it was killed by the lumberjack. And you don't look like my sweet old dead grandmother.''

"If you say so," Naked-Butt retorted.
"It's a deal between wolves and the Red. Red brings food and the wolves leave everyone else alone."
''And if I don't?''
''Well, in that case I will just help myself.''
Sam's breath hitched in his throat at that sentence. His body felt cold and numb.

"You aren't a wolf," he whispered and the man growled. A deep, angry and extremely dangerous growl, like an animal. Sam took a few steps back and the growl dropped deeper and more dangerous, effectively making him shiver.

"You… are?" he whimpered weakly and it was a matter of seconds when Sam was getting from a standing position to lying on his back with a very big, very angry and very blonde wolf pressing to his chest with his massive paws, growling at him from a minimal distance. Sam could almost count the pearlwhite bared teeths and look into it's, despite the darkness surrounding them, shining greyish-blue eyes.
''My, what big eye you have...'' the brown haired teen gulped and the wolf snapped at him, nearly catching Sam's neck if it was not for him moving his head away just in time. He tried to catch his breath, feeling the adrenaline pumping through his veins.
"I get it, okay?! Just no biting. Okay? Okay."

The wolf disappeared in a second and the man was back, leaning over Sam in his full naked glory, glaring at him with a soft rumbling emitting from his chest, which sounded nearly like purring. If he would be a cat.

"So, do we have a deal?"
the boy agreed verbally and cringed in discomfort. "And can you just get off me? Please? You're kind of... naked…"

The man-wolf snorted and finally, to Sam's relief, leaned back.