Convention Madness (SPN RPF -Jensen, Jared)

[Wow Really?]

Just bumping this thread.. cuz umm... I need more of this story. And I don't want anyone to forget about it. Just in case. Anyone.. forgot.  

[MissBayliss]

14 hours ago, Wow Really? said:

Just bumping this thread.. cuz umm... I need more of this story. And I don't want anyone to forget about it. Just in case. Anyone.. forgot.  

 

Haha! I haven't forgotten about it, just... lost inspiration  I said I'd get it to a year though, so I will! Sorry for the delay...

[Wow Really?]

9 hours ago, MissBayliss said:

 

Haha! I haven't forgotten about it, just... lost inspiration  I said I'd get it to a year though, so I will! Sorry for the delay...

Here, let me help!  (((Throws inspiration at you))) Inspire! Inspire! 

[MissBayliss]

A tiny peace offering!!  I'm planning something. There is more to come... keep the 27th of March open for the final, final part.

 

PART SOMETHING OR OTHER...

 

Sunlight was breaking through the window as Misha was putting the clean sheets on Jensen's bed. He'd spent half the night disinfecting the room and opening up the windows to get rid of the smell. Jensen was still sleeping in Jared's bed, thank the lord. He hadn't heard a peep out of him since they placed him there 4 hours ago. Misha had been checking on him every half hour as well, just to make sure he hadn't got worse. Jared had been up a few times, the ear infection was messing with his balance, so any attempts to help Misha clean up had ended in him nearly falling over. Which wasn't nearly as funny as it should have been.

Misha was used to not getting much sleep, and since he was feeling better at last. He decided to go out and get them groceries and supplies as soon as the shops opened, since they'd forgotten to order them yesterday. Provided he could leave them both alone for a short amount of time.

He finished making up the bed and walked down the hall to peer in on Jensen. While he was assessing him from the doorway, Jared approached him from the guest room, where he'd been sleeping in Misha's bed. It was like a new game. Musical beds.

"Hey, 's he alright?" Jared groaned, pressing his palm against his ear.

"He's still sleeping."

"He looks like a little kid when he sleeps, hey," Jared smiled fondly.

Misha smiled back, then looked a Jared, "And how are you? How's the ear?"

They were both whispering, trying not to wake their friend.

"It's sore," he said. Ah, honesty for a change. "I was gonna have a shower but if you want to then go ahead. I'll watch Ackles."

"Nah, you go first."

"Seriously, you've been up half the night. It's all good," Jared said, squeezing Misha's shoulder.

Misha relented, "Yeah, alright. He's gonna need an antibiotic soon but I just wanted him to sleep a bit longer."

Jared grinned, "It's fine, Mish. I got it."

 

...

 

"Jensen? Wake up, man. Time for pills."

Jensen pried his eyes open and groaned. He wasn’t in his bed. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. And Jared was standing in front of him holding a packet of pills and a thermometer. Today was off to a great start.

“How you feeling?”

“Like ass,” he rasped.

“I’ll bet. Here, time for pills,” he said again.

“Best time of the day.”

Jared turned away and sneezed into his shoulder, “Huh’ESCHHU! Het’KCSHEWw!” He shook his head and stumbled where he was standing.

“Bless ya. You alright?”

“Yeah, fucking dizzy all the time. Driving me crazy.”

“Sit down,” Jensen said, closing his eyes.

Jared sat on the edge of the bed, getting Jensen’s pills out.

“You feeling any better?” He asked.

Jensen made a so-so gesture, before coughing into his fist.

“Need more of that cough syrup.”

“I’ll grab some in a sec. Antibiotic first,” He said, handing him the massive pill and a glass of water.

Jensen’s hands were shaking as he took them. He probably needed some food in his system too.

“Misha’s gone grocery shopping.”

“Ah, thought it was quiet around here.”

Jared laughed, “He cleaned up last night. You can go back to your room if you want.”

“Are you serious?” Jensen groaned, “He didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, but try stopping him.”

“He really is a little angel, isn’t he?”

Jared laughed again, “Yeah, he is.”

“Don’t ever tell him I said that.”

 

…

[Pyrus_Fangmon]

11 minutes ago, MissBayliss said:

Jared laughed, “He cleaned up last night. You can go back to your room if you want.”

“Are you serious?” Jensen groaned, “He didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, but try stopping him.”

“He really is a little angel, isn’t he?”

Jared laughed again, “Yeah, he is.”

“Don’t ever tell him I said that.”

Our lips are sealed oh dear Jensen.

Super excited for what you have planned!!!!!!

 

[Wow Really?]

Oh thank you for this!!! Hopefully "plans" means a sequel? Yes? Maybe?  Not trying to persuade you though!  

Either way, can't wait for the next part! Even though it's the last. (I forgive you) 

[MissBayliss]

Guys, I need to point out that it's vegas con this weekend... and Jensen is sick... I love the man dearly and I hate watching him push himself (he's been sick since Nachcon 2 weeks ago...) but this could not have worked out more perfectly for my fic and my next update!  I might post earlier than the scheduled date, just because I'm excited...

 

P.S. I love Jensen and wish him good health all round. I write him as the stoic Dean Winchester type... but in real life, he actually kinda is. So I hope he does take the time to recuperate. He's been sick for way too long now  

[Pyrus_Fangmon]

Aw noooo!!!! Not my precious baby! Good health indeed, we love him too much.

Also, I AM SO JEALOUS OF YOU RIGHT NOW OMG!!!

Ahem~ Hope you get to meet him you lucky little squirrel  

[MissBayliss]

6 minutes ago, Pyrus_Fangmon said:

Aw noooo!!!! Not my precious baby! Good health indeed, we love him too much.

Also, I AM SO JEALOUS OF YOU RIGHT NOW OMG!!!

Ahem~ Hope you get to meet him you lucky little squirrel  

Oh no, I'm not there  I just follow the live tweets of the event so it FEELS like I'm there!  One day.... soon, hopefully.

(And seeing peoples photo ops, he looks so sick, poor thing)

[gingerdean]

16 minutes ago, MissBayliss said:

Guys, I need to point out that it's vegas con this weekend... and Jensen is sick... I love the man dearly and I hate watching him push himself (he's been sick since Nachcon 2 weeks ago...) but this could not have worked out more perfectly for my fic and my next update!  I might post earlier than the scheduled date, just because I'm excited...

 

P.S. I love Jensen and wish him good health all round. I write him as the stoic Dean Winchester type... but in real life, he actually kinda is. So I hope he does take the time to recuperate. He's been sick for way too long now  

Yay, update!! I've been following the live tweets too. Poor guy  I'm glad he skipped the concert last night and got some rest. Did you see his YANA video with Misha after Nashcon? His voice was a mess.

[Pyrus_Fangmon]

Ugghhhhhhhhhhhhh....! There had better be some nice captures coming out then! Jensen is just......  

[MissBayliss]

4 minutes ago, gingerdean said:

Yay, update!! I've been following the live tweets too. Poor guy  I'm glad he skipped the concert last night and got some rest. Did you see his YANA video with Misha after Nashcon? His voice was a mess.

I did! His voice was so sexy... I mean, it sounded awful  No, but seriously, the poor guy needs some time off  

[MissBayliss]

One Year Later…

 

Jensen and Jared got in the car taking them to the airport for VegasCon 2016.

"Wish we didn't work so late on Friday. I'm beat," Jensen said, rubbing his eyes.

"Dude, remember last year?"

"Oh, don't fucking remind me, man. That was the sickest I've ever been in my life," Jensen groaned.

"Yeah, you had it so bad."

"I'll say. They shut down production. I had to dub all my lines and reshoot scenes 2 weeks later."

Jared shook his head, then smiled, "Remember when you threw up on Misha's shoes?" He laughed.

"Man, I hardly remember anything from that whole time period! I do remember you had that double ear infection and were practically deaf."

"Aw, that sucked."

"And then Misha ended up getting better and had to look after both of us cause we were too sick to look after ourselves. Fuck, it was bad."

"Oh, that's right. We all stayed at your place ‘cause we were too sick to fly, and you were throwing up everywhere..."

"Urrgh, don't bring it up again, dude. I feel sick just talking about it."

Jared laughed then paused, "Wait, you're not... actually sick, are you?"

"What?" Jensen looked at him with a frown. He cleared his throat, "No, thank God. Just tired. I can handle tired."

"Yeah, well, we're used to that by now."

Jensen nodded.

"Wouldn't it suck though if -"

"Jared," Jensen groaned, "Quit tempting fate."

Jared put a hand up, "Sorry."

Jensen rolled his eyes and lay his head back on the seat, trying to get a few minutes of sleep in. The next thing he knew, Jared was shaking him awake.

“Come on,” he said, tapping him on the chest.

He scrubbed his eyes getting out of the car. He was still so fucking tired.

They got through security quickly enough and were soon seated on the plane. The flight was only a few hours, but a few hours they’d both spend sleeping. They had to take the moments when they got them.

“Are you alright?” Jared asked Jensen.

They were seated next to each other this time, Clif in the row behind them.

Jensen was confused, “Why wouldn’t I be alright?”

“I dunno. You seem really quiet.”

“I’m tired, man. Go to sleep,” he said, grumpily.

Jared furrowed his brow.

“Are you still thinking about last year?” Jensen groaned, “Stop it. It’s going to be fine. Nothing could happen that would make it as bad as last year. I guarantee it.”

“Now who’s tempting fate?” Jared smirked.

“Shut up and go to sleep.”

…

But Jensen couldn’t sleep. 20 minutes into the flight, and still on their ascent, his nose began to tickle.

“Huh’NGXT! Uh…”

Jared was awake, goddammit.

“Bless you,” he said, in a curious tone.

Jensen scrubbed his face, “Oh, don’t start, it was just a sneeze.”

“Just a sneeze, huh?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Yes! Now stop looking at me like that.”

“Alright,” Jared said, far too smugly.

Jensen ignored him, and rubbed his nose again.

He wasn’t sick. There was no way he was sick. Not again. He was just tired and a little cranky and stuffed up from the plane air. Because ‘plane air’ was a thing, okay? The air was uncharacteristically dry and his throat felt thick. He discreetly cleared it, and nestled under his blanket. He wasn’t sick, dammit.

…

Once he got to sleep, he was out for the rest of the trip, even slept through the bumpy landing. Jared tapped him, as the other passengers were up and grabbing their bags.

“Morning, sleepy head.”

Jensen groaned, fought a wave of dizziness as he sat up.

“You okay?”

“Why do you keep asking me that?

Jared pointed to his brow, “Because you’re sweating.”

Jensen rubbed the back of his wrist across his brow. Geez, Jared was right. It was like a river up there.

“Yeah, well, you sweat all the time.”

“Uh huh…”

“I know what you’re thinking…”

“What? That you got the flu the crew have been handing around for the past two weeks? Why would I be thinking that?”

Jensen grumbled.

Jared laughed, “Come on, man.”

…

Clif was driving them to the hotel and Jensen was becoming less and less able to deny what was happening inside his body.

“Heh’CHUXT! Huh’SSCHHU!”

“Bless you,” Clif and Jared said in unison.

Jensen sniffed indignantly, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Hey, maybe you shouldn’t come out to dinner tonight. Just go back to the hotel, get some rest.”

“Whad? Why?” he jerked the side coughing into his fist.

“Jensen,” Jared said, “Seriously.”

“Shut up,” he grunted, coughing again, “Hand me those napkins, would ya?”

Jared sighed and reached into the fast food bag for the pile of napkins, handing them to his sniffly friend.

“I just think you need a good nights sleep is all. You can see the guys another time.”

“Nah,” Jensen muffled through the growing congestion, “We won’t all be together like this tomorrow. I want to see everyone tonihh- tonight – hek’SCKHUu!”

“Bless you,” the said in unison once again.

“Will you guys stop doing that?” Jensen moaned.

…

Despite Jared’s efforts in getting Jensen to spend the night sleeping in his hotel room, he had come down to meet them in the lobby before going out to a restaurant His face was pale and flushed at the same time, lips shining like they always did when he wasn’t feeling well, sweat on his forehead and around his collar, mouth hanging open like he couldn’t breathe through his nose at all, and a tissue poking out of his jean pocket. Jared rolled his eyes at the sight. He was obviously sick. He was obviously really sick. Even the way he was walking, stiff and heavy, indicated the ache setting in in his bones, the cramps in his muscles. He’d still made an effort though, God bless him. He was well dressed, with his hair perfectly styled… It wouldn’t be enough.

He gave Rob a hug, crouching down to his height, greeting the other guys before Jared could get to him.

“Hey, Jensen, good to see you, buddy,” Rob said, pulling away.

“You too, man,” he croaked, “How you been?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” Rob was replying as Jensen rubbed a hand over his forehead, “Are you alright?”

Jensen sniffed, “Yeah, I’m fine,” he clapped him on the shoulder with a weak smile.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Rich joked, “You look like hell, Ackles.”

“Gee, thanks, Speight. Nice to see you too.”

Jared sidled up to his best friend, leaning towards his ear, “You sure you don’t want to stay here?”

Jensen pulled away, twisted around to sneeze into his fist, “Huh’KSKSCHIUuhh!”

“Whoa, bless you,” Rich said, mischievous look on his face.

Jensen coughed a little in the aftermath of the thunderous sneeze.

“I’b fide.”

Jared raised an eyebrow. “You wanna try that again?”

Jensen cleared his throat, “I’m fine.”

Just then Misha caught Jared’s eye from across the crowd. He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head.

He okay?

Jared shook his head minutely and rolled his eyes.

He’s a stubborn jackass, is what he is.

Misha smiled and they made a silent pack to watch out for their friend as the night progressed. They did not want a repeat of last year.

…

There was a lot of hustle and bustle around the dinner table. Rob and Rich were sitting next to each other down one end of the table, surrounded by the rest of Louden Swain, and of course Matt Cohen. In the middle were the girls, Ruth, Kim and Briana. Jensen was seated in between Jared and Misha, and across from Osric. Down his end of the table was also, Mark, Jim, Jason and Gil. Jake and Brock were said to be joining them later. Clif, as usual, was lurking about somewhere close.

Everyone was catching up, having their own conversations and getting drunk and loud. It was hot in the restaurant, stiflingly hot. Jensen pulled his shirt away from his skin, fanning himself several times. He coughed discreetly into his fist and stared at his uneaten dinner.

"Hey," Misha nudged him.

Jensen looked at him and Misha cocked his head like Castiel.

"Just not hungry," he shrugged, sniffling.

"You look a little hot."

"Yeah, they need’a turn up the a/c," he chuckled, coughing again.

…

Jensen sneezed again into his napkin. The sneezes were rough and pulled against his throat in a way that made him shiver after every one, and they were getting more frequent now. He felt like crap. He was muffling coughs into his jacket, trying to twist away from the table so he didn’t contaminate everyone else’s food, but they were in close quarters. He looked up and Jim was eyeing him, from the head of the table.

“You give me con flu, and I’ll end you, boy.”

Jensen chuckled, “I’m not sick.”

Jim’s eyebrow went up, “Sure, and I’m Santa Claus.”

“No, seriously. It’s just been a rough week.”

“I can tell,” both eyebrows were up now.

Jensen sniffed, clearing his throat.

…

Jensen was fucking hot. The room seemed to be climbing in degrees every minute. He felt a little claustrophobic sandwiched in between Jared and Mish. He wiped the sweat from his face with his palm, grimacing at how his skin prickled with the touch.

“Hey, Jensen, you okay?” Osric asked from across the table, “You look sick, dude.”

Jensen gave Osric a forgiving smile, pushing down how annoyed he was getting from the constant questions.

“Nah, I’m okay. Just tired.”

“You should go and rest,” Osric’s little face was crinkled with concern, and it was adorable on the kid, but also unwarranted.

Jensen put a hand up, “I’m fine, Oz. I’m more interested in seeing all of you guys.”

Osric smiled back, but didn’t look quite convinced. He turned to talk to Mark a second later though and Jensen blew out a breath of relief… that made him cough.

…

Jensen got away from the table and headed to the bar. A drink would make him feel better… well, it definitely wouldn’t make him feel worse.

“Huh’KSXHNGT!”

“Bless you, sneezy!” Kim said, coming up from behind him, patting him on the shoulder, “You got a cold, honey?”

Jensen wiped his soggy napkin under his nose, sniffling, “No, just… somethin’s making me sneeze.”

Kim snorted, “You’re a fucking terrible liar.”

Jensen tried to laugh, ended up coughing into his wrist.

“Go to bed, Jensen.”

Jensen squared his shoulders, took a shuddering breath in, “You’re worse than my mum. I’m not leaving yet, everyone’s having a good time.”

“Yeah, except you!”

“What, are you kidding? I love hanging out with you guys.”

“Yeah, when you can walk straight! You need to sleep for a fucking week. I’m not kidding. You’ll burn yourself out.”

Jensen snorted, then sneezed again. He put an arm around her and pulled her close in favour of actually addressing her comments. She snuggled in and that seemed to disarm her immediately. He grinned smugly.

…

Jensen pulled his coat tight around him. Now the place was an ice box. He was still sitting in between Jared and Misha, and they all seemed even louder than they were before. His head was pounding. He was freezing. He couldn’t stop sneezing and his throat was on fire. Not only that but every single part of him hurt, even his hair.

“Jensen?” Jared had a hand on his shoulder.

“Hm?” Jensen looked up at him, trying to focus his foggy eyes.

Jared’s fingers went to his forehead, “Yeah, you’re cooked. Time for bed.”

Jensen slapped his hand away, “No, I’m not sick… not again.”

“’Fraid so, buddy,” Misha smiled, sympathetically, “Come on.”

…

The crowd of SPN cast members echoed their well wishes as Misha and Jared escorted Jensen away from the table. His shoulders were squeezed, his cheeks were kissed and his ass was slapped, each calling out “feel better’, “get some sleep”, “rest up” etc. etc. etc… It was all crazy to Jensen… because he wasn’t sick.

“I don’t know why you guys are walking me back. I’m not a kid… and I’m not sick!”

“Jensen… you’re slurring your words,” Jared stared him down.

“Am not,” Jensen mumbled, like a child.

…

They got back to the hotel room, after a slow staggering start. Jensen slipped his shoes off at the door and weaved his way across the room, stopping halfway to lean on the wall and cough his lungs out.

He made it to the bed and flopped down. Jared and Misha walked into his room, staring at him.

“Why’re you staring at me?” he grumbled, nuzzling his face into his pillow.

They laughed and Jared sat on the edge of his bed, Misha standing over him.

“Here, Nyquil…” Jared said, pouring out a cup.

“Where’d you get that?” Jensen peered through squinty eyes.

“Robbie picked some up when I texted him saying you were sick.”

“Shhhh…” Jensen closed his eyes, “’N not si-“

“Cut the crap, Ackles,” Misha said, “The aftermath of Vegas Con last year was too fucking much. So this time, you’re going to stay in that bed, all day tomorrow and get better.”

Jensen coughed, and Jared patted his back.

“But –“

“No buts, buddy.”

Jensen groaned, taking the cup from Jared and swallowing the Nyquil.

“Now, get some sleep and I’ll text you in the morning,” Jared smiled.

Jensen sneezed into his blanket, “Hey, guys…”

“Yeah?” they said together.

“I think… I’m sick…”

Jared and Misha laughed.

“Brilliant deduction, my friend. Brilliant deduction.”

 

THE END. THE ACTUAL END. FINALLY.

 

 

A/N: First of all I want to say thank you to all the people who read and commented almost every time, all the people who commented some of the time, all the people who commented once, all the people who secretly read in silence, and all of you (and I mean all of you) that kept this fic going for as long as it did. 

19,232 views, 187 posts, 5 people following, and almost a full year later. 

I am humbled. I am grateful. I am blown away. You guys make doing what I love worth it. Knowing that there's a group of people out there who appreciate who I am as an author and the things I love to write about.

You all inspire me. 

Sinceriously, thank you. 

[Pyrus_Fangmon]

This, sincerely, has been one of THE MOST epic SPN fics I have ever read! And though my heart is aching at this amazing ending, It was worth ever paragraph, every sentence, and every word!

Please don't ever stop writing, and don't ever run out of ideas!

This story will forever be loved and adored by everyone who has read it, and I'm sure more to come!

 

[luckyleprechaun]

Such an amazing story. I mourn its ending.

KEEP WRITNG SPN FICS AND CARRY ON... MY WAYWARD SONNNNNN

 

[Wow Really?]

First, yay for update!

Secondly, I was at VegasCon. If you want deets, I got deets. 

Poor guy was obviously not doing very well. He was good through the panels, but photo ops.. there was a girl going down the line saying 'no face touching or lips touching' and 'no poses where lifting is involved' because he's not feeling well. 

They were moving people through the line so fast, it was a blur. I know they go fast, but this was crazy. 

When it came time for mine, I went walking to him and noticed right away that his face was glossy (for lack of a better word) and pale overall, but red along his hairline.. I put my arms around him and, even though my first thought was "smell him!" lol, all I remember is the heat coming from him. You could feel it coming right through his shirt. He was super quiet and really kind of stoic, until the picture was taken.. I felt really bad for him.. 

And yeah, he's been sick way too much lately. He was sick coming back from Christmas break, sick at NashCon, and now sick at Vegas.

Hes a trooper though. If you'd never seen the panels before, you wouldn't be able to tell..but photo ops told the whole story.

Anyway, rambling  

Yay for story updates!! 

 

[Wow Really?]

One more thing I'll add.. During the Jensen meet and greet, he said he was only tired, not sick... but there's no way that was 'only tired'...it was obvious he was not himself.. 

He's never once missed a day on set, and has worked through all kinds of nasty sickness.. So I guess he's used to just pushing through.

Okay, really done now. This doesn't even belong on this thread anymore, I'm thinking. Sorry.

[MissBayliss]

1 hour ago, Wow Really? said:

First, yay for update!

Secondly, I was at VegasCon. If you want deets, I got deets. 

Poor guy was obviously not doing very well. He was good through the panels, but photo ops.. there was a girl going down the line saying 'no face touching or lips touching' and 'no poses where lifting is involved' because he's not feeling well. 

They were moving people through the line so fast, it was a blur. I know they go fast, but this was crazy. 

When it came time for mine, I went walking to him and noticed right away that his face was glossy (for lack of a better word) and pale overall, but red along his hairline.. I put my arms around him and, even though my first thought was "smell him!" lol, all I remember is the heat coming from him. You could feel it coming right through his shirt. He was super quiet and really kind of stoic, until the picture was taken.. I felt really bad for him.. 

And yeah, he's been sick way too much lately. He was sick coming back from Christmas break, sick at NashCon, and now sick at Vegas.

Hes a trooper though. If you'd never seen the panels before, you wouldn't be able to tell..but photo ops told the whole story.

Anyway, rambling  

Yay for story updates!! 

 

First of all, YOU WERE AT VEGASCON!???!!!!

Okay... I'm calm...

Wow, poor Jensen. I was looking at photo op pictures and he looks dead on his feet. That's awful. He pushes himself way too hard. I'm glad they've only got about a month left of filming, because he needs the time off. I was reading tweets that were calling Jensen patient zero at Nashcon because everyone got sick from him... Personally, I wouldn't complain  Not good if he had a fever, must be the flu instead of just a cold.  He should have done what Jensen did in my fic and just stayed in bed! 

 

Thank you for sharing your story. I'm so glad I got first hand details  

Now I'm just waiting for the main panel video to be posted... waiting... waiting...

 

 Thanks for reading. Love  

[Wow Really?]

The main panel is posted in parts on YouTube. I finally found one that's separated into 6 videos. I'd rather have it in one, but it works.  

Yes I can say that I was there! My first con. Such an amazing time. I went gold because I... well I *had* to lol. 

I had heard that he was probably going to sing at SNS, but after a few songs, Rob said that Jensen wouldn't be there, that he was not feeling well and needed to rest and he even dedicated a song to him. 

I wish he was feeling better, because his photo op was my first ever, and he was so out of it, it kind of just made me sad.. So totally not his fault, though, poor baby. I really wanted him to be okay. That was my main concern. When I felt the heat coming off of him, I was like "crap, that's not good.." and I couldn't think of anything else.

Anyway, boy I can talk.

Overall amazing time. 

[Wow Really?]

And you got it! I adore your stories. Always so excited to see your name under a story title around here.

Thank you for sharing that gift with us. ❤️

[MissBayliss]

On 15 March 2016 at 5:45 PM, Wow Really? said:

The main panel is posted in parts on YouTube. I finally found one that's separated into 6 videos. I'd rather have it in one, but it works.  

Yes I can say that I was there! My first con. Such an amazing time. I went gold because I... well I *had* to lol. 

I had heard that he was probably going to sing at SNS, but after a few songs, Rob said that Jensen wouldn't be there, that he was not feeling well and needed to rest and he even dedicated a song to him. 

I wish he was feeling better, because his photo op was my first ever, and he was so out of it, it kind of just made me sad.. So totally not his fault, though, poor baby. I really wanted him to be okay. That was my main concern. When I felt the heat coming off of him, I was like "crap, that's not good.." and I couldn't think of anything else.

Anyway, boy I can talk.

Overall amazing time. 

Oh, feel free to ramble all you like!  I love to hear it all  

P.S the main panel is now up by SPNConGirl in one video, really good quality.

The nurse in me was watching and taking Jensen's respiratory rate... very quick. Not good  

Anyway, thanks for sharing your story. I'm super jealous you got to hug feverish Jensen! 

Thanks for your support, always  

[Wow Really?]

10 hours ago, MissBayliss said:

Oh, feel free to ramble all you like!  I love to hear it all  

P.S the main panel is now up by SPNConGirl in one video, really good quality.

The nurse in me was watching and taking Jensen's respiratory rate... very quick. Not good  

Anyway, thanks for sharing your story. I'm super jealous you got to hug feverish Jensen! 

Thanks for your support, always  

Awesome, I'll have to go and find that one.. Thanks!

He's a trooper in those panels, he really is.., but his guard was down in photo ops for sure..  All I remember is that there was so much just not right about him that day.. Hoping he's rested up and feeling better for this weekend.

Youre very welcome! Thank you, truly.. Your updates make my day  

 

 

[Wow Really?]

Just finished reading this story again. That makesssss....(adds, subtracts, multiplies, divides)... 520,342 times ?

And it never gets old  

Sigh, what I wouldn't do for a sequel.  

nudge nudge ??❤️ ?

[MissBayliss]

On 3 June 2017 at 0:31 AM, Wow Really? said:

Just finished reading this story again. That makesssss....(adds, subtracts, multiplies, divides)... 520,342 times ?

And it never gets old  

Sigh, what I wouldn't do for a sequel.  

nudge nudge ??❤️ ?

You bumped my fic!

  

Hehe, I would love to do a sequel, or just another RPF, but I'm still (slowly) working through Picking Up the Pieces. 

I have a finger in so many different pies! I will do another RPF one day  

Thank you for your continued support. You are magical.  

 

[Wow Really?]

8 hours ago, MissBayliss said:

You bumped my fic!

  

Hehe, I would love to do a sequel, or just another RPF, but I'm still (slowly) working through Picking Up the Pieces. 

I have a finger in so many different pies! I will do another RPF one day  

Thank you for your continued support. You are magical.  

 

Bump it, I did ?

Sigh oh well... guess I'll just have to be patient or something. ?;)

I'll be here when you're ready, my dear.. 

hugs!