Convention Madness (SPN RPF -Jensen, Jared)

[levinelover]

This is great

[MissBayliss]

Um, if that ever actually happened during a panel, I think I would die on the spot. Yes...yes, I would.

Ahhh, can't wait for more!

I know! Could you imagine!? *explodes*

[MissBayliss]

PART 6

"Thanks, guys. We'll see you around," Jared said, waving long arms in the air goodbye to the auditorium. The crowd cheered.

Jensen gave a half hearted salute and waved as they walked through the curtains to backstage.

"Huh'ehtshxu!" Jensen sniffled, hands cupped around his face.

Jared clapped a hand on his shoulder and held out a clean tissue, "Here, man."

"Urgh," Jensen groaned, snatching it and burying his nose in it, "Thanks," he muffled, and emptied his sinuses.

Clif and 3 event workers were waiting to escort them to the green room, where they had about 15 minutes before Jensen had photos and Jared had signings.

"You good?" Clif asked both of them.

Jensen nodded, shoving the tissue in his pocket.

"Yeah, let's go," Jared's voice was raspy now. Jensen wouldn't have been surprised if it didn't last him the day. Which he felt kind of bad about. Jared just usually did most of the talking.

"Aw, you shouldn't have," Jensen joked to Clif when he walked into the green room and there were many strategically placed tissue boxes, instead of bags of gummi bears there were bags of eucalyptus drops, water, and a wide array of the pills and cough syrup he'd been feeding them since last night.

"Thanks, Cliffy," Jared said, flopping onto the couch and grabbing piles of tissues to stuff in his pockets for later.

Clif handed them each a water bottle, "Here, hydrate."

Jared and Jensen murmured their thanks and popped open the water bottles. Jared choked on the first sip and coughed, setting the bottle down on the table.

Jensen slapped him on the back, "Ya'alright?"

Jared nodded, clearing his throat a couple of times.

The boys sat in silence for a minute, the only sound coming from their laboured breathing and quiet sniffles.

"Did you call Danneel this morning?" Jared asked, leaning his head back on the couch and closing his eyes.

"Shit," Jensen cursed, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"Wait, I should probably fill you in on last night first," Jared said, stilling Jensen's hand.

Clif laughed from where he was sitting across the room.

"What? What happened?"

"Do you really not remember any of it?"

"Um, I remember bits of it," he cleared his throat, "I don't remember performing. Like at all. And then I remember being sick, and waking up with Clif in the living room at 2 in the morning."

"Wait, what?"

"I went in to check on him and must have fallen asleep," Clif shrugged, immediately jumping to defend himself.

Jared laughed, raspy and weak.

"What else happened?" Jensen looked at Jared, thumbing the screen of his phone.

Jared went into animated detail explaining the escapades of the previous night, pausing only to rub his nose with his wrist.

"Well that explains the smell in the bathroom... Aw, man. Poor Dee, she's got enough to worry about with JJ," Jensen sighed, flicking quickly through his phone to find Danneel's number.

Jensen raised the back of his hand to his mouth as he stifled a cough, lungs bubbling and congested.

"That sounds healthy," Clif grunted, reading a magazine.

Jensen narrowed his gaze as he put the phone to his ear.

Jared watched as Jensen staggered to his feet and found the door, disappearing into the hall to speak to his wife.

He sniffed and grabbed a bag of the eucalyptus drops, tearing them open.

Clif glanced at his watch, “Got ten more minutes.”

Jared nodded, popping a drop in his mouth. He sniffed and grabbed another tissue from the box, breath hitching gently. The eucalyptus made the back of his nose pickle, and the building itch was almost torturous.

“Huh’… heh’he…”

Clif flicked his eyes towards him, watching the struggle.

“Sh… shit’uh… Huh’ESCHOoo! Hih’tschuu! ITSCHU!”

“Geez, bless you.”

“Gahhhh…” Jared groaned, scrubbing his nose with the sodden tissue.

He threw his mess into the nearby lined wastebasket and snatched a few more, gurgling heavily into them. He was so out of breath by the end he started coughing, and then he couldn’t stop until he’d gotten whatever foulness that was growing in his lungs out.

“Hey,” Clif called, as the coughing went on.

Jared reached for his water bottle and managed a sip, which seemed to calm the convulsing.

“I’m good. I’m alright,” He groaned, palming his chest.

“Your fever back?”

“Nah,” Jared deflected.

“You look flushed and you’re sweating.”

“I always sweat,” Jared said with a sniff, leaning back again.

"Jay-rod!" The door burst open and Matt Cohen walked in, followed closely by Sebastian Roche.

"Hey guys," Jared rasped.

"You'd think you were the one partying all night," Sebastian said, sitting down next to him, "Losing your voice?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Jared shrugged, sucking on the drop still in his mouth.

"Poor thing," Sebastian nudged him with his shoulder.

"Jensen okay? We just saw him out in the hall," Matt said, handing Sebastian a drink.

"Yeah, calling Danneel," Jared kept it simple. His throat hurt too much to elaborate further.

"He was actually amazing last night. Until, you know, he passed out," Sebastian jabbered.

"It sucks for him though," Matt was over by the food table, stocking up, "it'll be all over youtube."

Jensen came back through the door, making Matt drop the subject very quickly. If Jensen had picked up on the tension in the room he didn't show it. Although Jared knew him better than anyone, and he would have known what they were talking about.

Sebastian sprung up and gestured extravagantly for Jensen to reclaim his seat.

Jensen waved him off and sat down on the other couch across the room.

"How's is she?" Jared asked.

"She's doing better, hasn't had a fever at all today so..."

"That's great, man."

“Yeah,” Jensen scrubbed a hand across his face.

“You two look terrible. Are you going to go on all day like this?” Sebastian was standing, arms folded, gaze flicking between the two of them.

Jensen started to cough again, forcing Jared to answer, except Jared was battling with another sneeze.

“Huh’KSCHOo!”

So they left the question unanswered.

“That’s five minutes, guys,” Clif looked skeptically at them.

Jensen looked at Jared and cocked an eyebrow, weak, breathless smile on his lips, mouth slightly open, “We got work to do.”

....

Should I end it there??? Or do you want more? I'm open. Can't decide if I'm finished with this one or not. Your comments will decide

Thanks muchly

[Liv]

This is so amazing! You should definitely continue

[levinelover]

I love it. Please continue

[HPG]

Please continue!

[Pyrus_Fangmon]

YES YES YES!!! Please do continue!

Who dibs for concerned Fans at the photo shoot and autographs!?

I DO!

Heehee~

[MissBayliss]

Well, okay then!

PART 7

Jared and Jensen were split up now for the next hour at their retrospective booths. Jensen at the photo booth and Jared at the signing table, both behind an intimidatingly large amount of fans. Which usually didn’t bother them. Jensen, in fact, loved it. He wouldn’t do these conventions every second week if he didn’t. He loved meeting the fans and talking to them, answering their questions, making their day. It was usually a great experience that he thoroughly enjoyed. Today, however, the crowd was daunting, the noise they created seemed extra loud, and he’d pretty much never felt so tired in all his life. He was thinking back to the last time he washed his hands, and had he touched his face since then? He’d definitely coughed and sneezed on his clothes. These people were going to be touching him, hugging him, getting his germs all over them. Gosh, it could be an epidemic. The girl, Nicole, that was his glorified baby sitter for the rest of the day, had a fanny pack full of tissues and hand sanitizer, which was equally embarrassing as it was comforting.

The walkways between the photo booth and the signing table were concealed to the public by big dividers, and right now only a tiny thin padded wall separated him from the fans. He’d started coughing as he was about to walk into the booth and stepped back, bumping into Nicole. Her hand appeared on his shoulder, and she held a water bottle out to him.

“You alright?” she asked, giving his shoulder a rub, as he took a sip.

Jensen nodded, handing the bottle back to her and putting out his hands for her to squeeze a liberal amount of sanitizer onto.

“Just let me know when today’s over,” he rasped, his voice hoarse.

He scrubbed his hands together, making sure to get the wrists as well. When he finished he put the heel of his palm to his chest and took a congested breath, sniffing thickly. Then he groaned and turned towards Nicole, “Do I look okay?”

She smiled sympathetically, “You look fine. You’re sick. People will understand.”

Jensen groaned again, rubbing his fingers along his forehead, “Alright, let’s get this over with. What’s the rest of the day look like?”

She looked at her watch, “Photos till 12, then signing session from 12 to 1. Then an hour break for lunch, and you’re back in the booth for another hour. Got the panel at 3, and after that another singing session.”

“Is that all?” Jensen quirked his eyebrow, cleared his throat indifferently.

She frowned. She had puppy dog eyes that could rival Jared’s.

“I’m kidding,” he grinned, putting a hand on her shoulder, “I’ll be fine.”

“What are you doing standing around talking about it then?” Clif said, appearing out of nowhere once again.

“Geez, Clif,” Jensen clutched his chest, “Way to scare a guy.”

Clif laughed and followed them into the booth. The group of girls at the front of the line gasped and whispered. He could hear the breathless ‘oh my god!’s and steeled himself for the incoming onslaught. He just had to push through. It was just a day, a short day compared to a filming day, and it would be over soon and he could sleep on the plane back to Vancouver.

Jensen stepped onto his mark in front of the camera.

“Ready?” the photographer asked.

“As I’ll ever be.”

…

Jared slumped into the chair in front of the autograph table fastening the lid to his water bottle. He gave the line up of people a wave and a big smile, before pulling out his phone. Hey ‪#vegascon this is such an amazing time! Please forgive me during autographs, I am feeling pretty awful and under the weather, he tweeted, adding a frowny face emoticon at the end, which did not convey in the slightest how awful he truly felt. Amber, a zealous young girl sat next to him, talking to one of the volunteers. He was following her around today, being told where to go, what to do. Clif had seen him to the signing booth, walking him through the convention centre until he got there and then he took off to see to Jensen. Jared took a moment to pity Jensen in the photo booth right now. At least he got to sit down.

“Huh’SChhhku!” He twisted away from Amber and sneezed into his elbow.

The people at the front of the line blessed him and he gave them a weak smile.

He pulled out a tissue and dabbed at his nose. “God, sorry,” he groaned.

Amber smiled at him and slid a bottle of hand sanitizer across the table, “Bless you. Clif’s given us the run down on you and Jensen so we’re prepared.”

Jared laughed heartily, which made him cough. He grabbed the hand sanitizer.

“He gave you hand sanitizer?” Jared could feel his eyes drooping lazily as he smiled.

“And medication schedules. I’ve got an alarm set,” she beamed.

“Oh my god,” he looked over his shoulder, as if Clif might be standing behind him.

Jared cleaned himself up and handed her the bottle, he grabbed a pen and smiled expectantly at the queue of happy fans. Amber leaned close to him.

“Let me know if you need a break, okay?”

Jared nodded, fiddling with the pen in his hand. He’d never had to take a break. Jensen and himself worked through breaks usually. They were given an hour for lunch but they never took it. Never really thought they were obligated to take it. They couldn’t let people miss out, so they signed and took photos until the lines were gone, always. Or at least until they had to jet to the airport. It was a little embarrassing and a lot sucky, but he got it. He knew when he was at his limit, and it wasn’t yet.

…

[HPG]

:-) You updated and it's wonderful! Also this,

He knew when he was at his limit, and it wasn’t yet

The anticipation!

[Leafeon78]

I'm late but nice update like the plot autographs while your sick brill.

[Pyrus_Fangmon]

Mwah! Mwah! This is amazing! Loving every word written

[luckyleprechaun]

Oh my gosh. I have no words.

[MissBayliss]

YES YES YES!!! Please do continue!

Who dibs for concerned Fans at the photo shoot and autographs!?

I DO!

Heehee~

Ask and you shall receive

[MissBayliss]

PART 8

Jensen draped his arm over another adoring fan. He could feel her trembling beneath him, but her grip was tight. The embrace was damp, thanks to the sweat seeping through his shirt. Jensen knew his fever was shooting back up as every next person felt cooler and cooler to the touch, and he was starting to shiver with the chill in the air. His chest expanded against her, where she had her head nuzzled in close.

Shit.

She looked up at him just as the photo was snapped, as his breathing hitched and his chest jumped. He let her go and turned away, catching his sneeze in a hand.

“Hit’KSCHooo!”

“Bless you,” she mumbled, flushed and nervous.

Nicole came to him, tissues in an outstretched hand.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry,” he flashed a strained smile at the girl, who was bouncing on the balls of her feet.

He took the tissues and blew out a tiny percentage of the junk in his head.

Nicole was in his ear, “You wanna take a break?”

He leaned his head closer, not quite hearing.

“You wanna stop for a minute?” She repeated.

Jensen scrunched his face up, crossed the small booth in a stride and disposed of the tissues in the nearby bin. He cleared his throat and then coughed until Clif clapped him on the back.

Jensen caught his breath and sought Clif’s eyes, “I feel like shit, man.”

“You look like it too,” Clif said, squeezing his shoulder, “We’re going to have a ten minute break,” he informed Nicole and the photographer. And also the young girl who was eagerly awaiting a photo and looking like she was about to pass out.

“After this one,” Jensen conceded, quickly disinfecting his hands.

“I’m sorry I’m so sick and gross,” he laughed, airily, once again wrapping an arm around her.

“’t’s okay,” she gasped, pressing in close again.

Jensen smiled his biggest smile as the photo was taken.

“Thanks, sweetheart. Now go take a shower.”

She giggled and muttered an almost indiscernible thanks, before exiting, a smile from ear to ear. Jensen gestured quickly for more tissues as the volunteers informed the line of the break.

He buried his face in the soft material and sneezed until he thought his head would explode and he might pass out.

“Huh’hetSCHUo! Ah’SHEW! Het’SCHUUuu! It’KSCHU!” the gasps in between weren’t nearly long enough to get a good breath in, “Huh’SCHEW! KSCHU! CHU!”

He panted for a moment, black spots dancing in front of his vision.

“Okay, we need a chair. You alright, Jensen? Let’s sit down for a bit,” Clif had a hand around his bicep and lead him out of the booth to the nearest available seat that wasn’t in view of the crowd.

“Holy shit,” Jensen groaned, weak and gravelly.

He slumped back into the chair and leant his head back on the wall, eyes closed to stop the world from spinning.

“You alright?” Clif asked again.

Jensen furrowed his brow, took a while to answer the question, “Just need a second…”

“You want some water?”

Jensen shook his head minutely, eyes still clamped shut.

“You sure you’re okay? You’ve just gone super white.”

“I think I… yeah, I might throw up,” Jensen mumbled, and yet made no effort to move.

He heard some muffled noises around him and some scrambling before Clif’s voice came through clear again.

“Got a bucket right here, man,” Clif pressed it into his hands, “Take it easy.”

Jensen wrapped his arms around the bucket and leant forward, finally opening his eyes. He held his breath for a few seconds then slowly let it out.

“Nah, false alarm. I’m good. I’m okay.”

“Dude, you’re not okay. I’m thinking we cancel this whole thing.”

Jensen shook his head, “Shut up. Not cancelling.”

“Come on, look at you!”

Jensen glared in Clif’s direction before looking to Nicole, “I’ll be back out in ten minutes.”

“Jensen…” she sighed.

“Alright?” he raised his eyebrows at her. She nodded and went to talk to the photographer.

“You’re insane, you know that?” Clif quirked.

“Yeah,” Jensen said, breathlessly.

“Good,” Clif moaned, “As long as you know.”

...

(Next we check in and see what Jared is up to...)

[Pyrus_Fangmon]

“You’re insane, you know that?” Clif quirked.

“Yeah,” Jensen said, breathlessly.

“Good,” Clif moaned, “As long as you know.”

This made me laugh so hard

Jensen's so pulling a Dean.

Your writing is just incedible, I can't even find compliments anymore :D

[HPG]

“You’re insane, you know that?” Clif quirked.

“Yeah,” Jensen said, breathlessly.

“Good,” Clif moaned, “As long as you know.”

This made me laugh so hard

Jensen's so pulling a Dean.

Your writing is just incedible, I can't even find compliments anymore

Me too.

[ID2006]

Omg, wasnt sure this could get any better... and then it did

[MissBayliss]

PART 9

Jared snuffled, grabbing another photo and sliding it across the table towards himself.

“Hi, Jared.”

The small post-it note on the photo read ‘Karen’.

“Hi, Karen. How are you?” Jared asked, trying to add some energy to his voice that was rapidly getting more and more raspy as the day went on.

“I’m great. How are you?”

“Urgh,” he groaned, scribbling on the photo, “I’ve been better.”

“Well, you still look amazing!” she beamed.

Jared laughed, then had to turn to cough over his shoulder, thick and phlegmy, rattling through his throat. He cleared his throat intentionally, turning back to Karen.

“Sorry,” he said, flushed, signing his name.

“That’s quite a productive cough… are you bringing up anything when you do that?” Karen leant a little closer to the table, peering in his eyes.

Jared felt his neck heat up, “Ummm,” he chuckled, having to clear his throat again afterwards.

“Sorry, I’m a nurse. Kind of can’t help it,” she smiled.

“Oh!” Jared said in realisation, “Well, that explains it.”

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but if that cough goes on or you start coughing up any green or yellow stuff you get yourself to a doctor.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jared sat up a bit straighter.

Karen smiled and took the offered photo, “Thanks, Jared. Feel better.”

“Thank you for coming, babe,” Jared grinned.

“How you doing?” Amber asked him.

Jared cleared his throat again, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Really, ‘cause you’re sweating,” Amber giggled, poking at the scarf around his neck.

“I always sweat,” Jared sighed, adjusting his beanie.

Amber checked her phone, “Uh huh. Got 12 minutes until you can take more pills.”

“Okay,” Jared said, dismissively, calling over the next fan.

…

By some miracle Jensen made it though photos with no incident of puke or passing out, although he did have to stop a few times to blow his nose. His throat was starting to feel really engorged though and it hurt like a bitch. He was following Nicole to the signing table to switch over with Jared, Clif shadowing behind him.

“’Sup, man,” Jensen clapped Jared on the back.

Jared stood up and clasped Jensen’s hand, leaning in, “Hey, how was photos?”

“Did not throw up,” Jensen emphasized, with an eyebrow waggle.

“Ha ha!” Jared laughed, turning to cough.

“See you for lunch, okay?” Jensen, tapped Jared on the shoulder as he went to sit down next to Nicole.

Nicole slid Jensen a water bottle as he sat down.

“Alright, just an hour of this. You gonna be okay?”

Jensen scoffed, then rubbing his throat, “Do I have to talk?” he smiled.

He took a sip of water that burned the whole way down, “Gahhh, man, that hurts.”

“You want a lozenge?”

Jensen nodded meekly. He felt a little pathetic, but it was nice to be taken care of. All the fans mooned over him, wished him well… what is it with girls and sick guys? But, you know, he’d enjoy the attention more if he were feeling better.

…

Jared had to stop three times on the way to the photo booth to get his nose under control.

“There is just snot coming out of my nose,” he laughed, grabbing another tissue from his pocket, “Huh’KSHEW! HuiisSHHUu!”

“Bless you,” Clif muttered, “You got him to take the pills?” he asked Amber.

She laughed, “Yeah.”

“Dude, I’m right here,” Jared’s voice was muffled from behind the tissue.

“Yeah, and I don’t want to make you talk any more than you have to. You show up to set with no voice tomorrow, Bob’s gonna kill you.”

Jared nodded, “You’re not wrong,” he sniffed thickly and shoved the tissue back in his pocket.

“You taking the full hour for lunch?” Clif raised his eyebrows.

Jared sighed, then cleared his throat, “We never take the full hour…”

“You might need to this time, pal.”

“Yeah,” Jared nodded, “Yeah, alright.”

They resumed walking to the booth and Clif rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and rubbed fingers across his aching forehead. They were hard enough to look after when they were healthy. It was going to be a long, long day.

[Pyrus_Fangmon]

Nawwwwwwwww

These two are going to be the death of me, I swear!

[ID2006]

So so so so good

[Poniessneezetoo]

This is brilliant. Gah. So incredibly amazing. Wow.

[MissBayliss]

Thanks to those who are commenting Appreciate your encouragement!

PART 10

When Jensen walked into the green room Jared was sprawled out on the couch, one leg stretched out across the cushions, hand hanging free over the arm, head tilted back, mouth wide open, sound asleep.

Jensen wordlessly pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture. It’d come in handy later. He rubbed a hand down the full length of his face and sniffed uselessly, his nose had blocked up completely, and he was now wistfully remembering back to when it was running freely. Better out than in, he thought, smiling at himself. He shivered as he sat down on the other couch, wondered about finding the thermostat and trying to fix it, but thinking better of it when his eyes involuntarily closed. He moaned and sunk back into the cushions even more. He just had to rest his eyes for a second…

The door slammed and Jensen startled upright.

“Whoa, sorry, man,” Rob Benedict had a surrendering hand up and another on the door handle.

Jensen cleared his throat, pressing his palms into his eyes, “’t’s okay…” all breath and no voice. He cleared his throat again, and rubbed his swollen glands. One glance told him Jared was still asleep, in the exact same position.

“You alright?” Rob whispered, noticing Jared’s still sleeping form.

“Been better,” he groaned, then coughed long and hard into his wrist, dislodging some of the gunk. Jensen glanced at his watch, he’d been asleep for fifteen minutes, and he felt even more tired than before.

“You want some coffee?” Rob asked quietly.

Jensen nodded, head in his hands, “Yeah, man, if you’re going.”

Rob nodded, “Big J, too?”

“Yeah, get him a large cappuccino.”

Rob pointed at Jensen, “Long black?”

Jensen nodded, gave a weak smile as his thanks.

Rob quietly left the room, easing the door shut rather than slamming it this time.

Jensen coughed again and groaned at the pain. What was up with his throat?

“Jensen, you alright?”

“Ah, it lives,” he smiled up at Jared, panting through an open mouth ‘cause his nose was still plugged.

Jared groaned as he sat up, reaching for a tissue, “How long was I asleep?”

Jensen shrugged, “’Bout 20 minutes.”

“Jesus,” Jared shoved the tissue to his nose.

He cleared his throat loudly, “Shit, man,” Jensen cursed, at the world in general, “Does your throat hurt this much?”

Jared wiped his nose, sniffed thickly, “Uh, not really anymore.”

Jensen shook his head.

“Why? Is yours giving you grief?”

“Feels like it’s on fire…” Jensen broke off coughing, needing to grab a tissue to spit into.

Jared was caught in the throws of a sneezing fit when Misha and Mark walked in.

“Oh, well hello to you too,” Misha laughed, patting Jensen on the head as he walked past.

“Oh my god,” Mark said, sauntering in, “It sounds like a plague ward in here. Are you dying?”

Jared blew his nose softly, allowing a smile at his friends. They’d seen him sick enough times to not be embarrassed.

“Feels like it,” he groaned, throwing the used tissue in the bin.

“You’re quiet,” Misha said, sitting down next to Jensen, “You need anything?”

Jensen shook his head, rubbing his fingers across his forehead. Misha smiled and put an arm around his buddy, pulling him close. Jensen leaned his head on Misha’s shoulder.

“Awww,” Misha laughed, “You sneeze on me and I’ll punch you in the balls.”

Jensen attempted to sniff but still to no avail.

“I think you’re safe for now,” he mumbled, congestedly.

“Look at this,” Mark pointed at the two of them from across the room where he was standing, “I can’t get far enough away and he’s cuddling up to him.”

“We’re not cuddling,” Jensen groaned, but didn’t move away. Misha rubbed a hand up and down his arm comfortingly.

“No wonder these things go around,” Mark was still complaining.

“Leave ‘em alone,” Jared smiled.

“You’re really hot, you know that?” Misha craned his head to look in Jensen’s eyes, but they were closed.

“Man, I’m really comfortable, don’t make it weird,” Jensen relaxed further into Misha’s side.

“I’m not kidding, Jensen. I mean you have a fever.”

“Yeah, I know,” he brought a hand up to rub at his nose, the fact that it was itching was actually a good sign. Maybe he’d be able to breathe soon.

Jensen had his eyes closed, he finally felt warm with Misha’s arm wrapped around him. He was as comfortable as he could be, while he couldn’t breathe through his nose and his throat gnawed at him relentlessly. He felt his head start to dip more towards Misha’s chest as consciousness began to elude him. Then he felt something cold and wet graze up the side of his face. He opened his eyes and struggled away. Clif was standing in front of him with his camera out, while Misha licked his face.

“Aw, seriously,” Jensen moved away from Misha and wiped the spit off his face with his sleeve. “That’s so not cool.”

“Sorry,” Clif said, putting his phone away.

“Send me that photo, I wanna make it my wallpaper,” Misha laughed.

“Gosh, you guys suck,” Jensen was still rubbing as if he couldn’t get his face clean.

Jared was standing, restocking his pockets with tissues, a big coffee cup in his hand.

“What’s going on?” Jensen asked, surprised to see Rob in the room too. He must have actually been asleep for a time on Misha’s shoulder. He searched the table and found his coffee sitting in front of him.

Clif straightened, “I’ve ordered you guys room service. You’re gonna go have some lunch and sleep until your panel.”

“No, no, no,” Jared said, turning to Clif, glancing at Jensen too. “We have photos with Jeff after lunch. It’s the first convention he’s done. We can’t cancel that session. No way.”

Jensen nodded, “He’s right. We’re doing it.”

Clif looked unphased, like he probably knew that was going to be their response.

“Fine. You can try doing the photos, bets are on at how long you’ll last. After that, you’re gonna sleep until our flight, okay? Everything else for the afternoon is off.”

Jensen curled his shoulders forward, slouching in defeat, cradling the coffee cup close to his chest.

“Yeah, alright,” he coughed again, eyebrows knitting together as it tore at his throat.

Misha rubbed his back.

“Okay,” Jared conceded, putting a hand out to help Jensen up.

They staggered out of the green room and towards their room.

“Clif,” Jared said, as he put a hand on the wall for support.

“Yeah,” Clif continued walking, hoping the diseased kids would catch up.

“I’m not hungry.”

Clif turned to see Jared, a few shades whiter than he had been before, Jensen next to him, taking shallow labored breaths through his mouth, nose red, lips chapped. They looked like little kids. Giant little kids.

“Me neither,” Jensen added, swiping a hand at his nose.

Clif resisted taking their hands in his and settled for going back and putting a hand on each of their shoulders, guiding them in a straight line as they walked up to their rooms.

…

Sorry if that part was a little weird, I don't write chronologically so sometimes it can feel a little disjointed. Hope I've done well. There's much, much more. So don't worry. This fic isn't over yet...

[Pyrus_Fangmon]

Nonesense!!! This story is going great! Perfect!

Can't wait to read more! Jensen, Jared, Misha, and now Mark? Oh you're killing me

[MissBayliss]

Nonesense!!! This story is going great! Perfect!

Can't wait to read more! Jensen, Jared, Misha, and now Mark? Oh you're killing me

You're like my biggest fan! I love you comments every time :') I loved adding Misha and Mark to that scene! Loved the idea of Jensen falling asleep on Misha's shoulder *squee* Hope you liked it

[anna]

I've only just started getting in to RPF and this is perfect, with Jensen being all shivery and fainty all over the place