Sen Beret's Anniversary Meme!

[senberet]

It's actually been a year and two months since I became involved with the fandom, but hey, who's counting?

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• comment on this post with your prompts! all prompts are welcome (be as vague or detailed as you'd like!) as long as they fit with the theme of sneezy/sick/allergic Sam, Dean, Castiel, John, etc.
• reply to prompts with your

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Re: FILLED: Patient Zero (2/3)

[senberet]

“Hey man, how you feeling?” Jensen pops into Jared’s hotel room with a ceramic bowl of gourmet vegetable soup, courtesy of room service. They were originally scheduled to do photo ops directly after the panel, but Felecia had volunteered to bump hers up and rearrange the schedule to give Jared a break.

Jared’s propped up against the headboard of his own bed, cold meds sprawled across his nightstand. “Like Samb had to do the trials all over againd,” he answers, his tone humorously melodramatic. Their panel had gone less than smoothly, with Jared having to put down his microphone to sneeze every couple minutes, the beginning of each small fit uselessly half-stifled until the crowd would (infallibly) erupt with blessings. The whole ordeal was exhausting, and Jensen could tell that Jared was starting to get worse.

“Hey, you got mbe soup? You didnd’t have to do that.”

“Uh-huh, sure I didn’t.” Jensen slides a few bottles of DayQuil and NyQuil and WhateverElseQuil to the side to make room for the bowl and then sets it down gingerly.

Jared blows his nose, picks up the bowl and takes a bite. “This roomb is infested,” he warns. “You really dond’t have to stay.”

“What, and leave you all alone during the break that I organized for you? Besides, it’s too late for me. The second reason I’m here is to steal some of your cough drops.”

“Aw, jeez, really? Mband, I’mb sorry-”

“Not your fault,” Jensen dismisses quickly. He rummages through Jared’s supplies until he finds the Ricola bag and holds it up. “You mind sharing?”

“By all mbeands,” Jared says, permissively holding out his palms. Following, he lifts one to his face. “Uht’ChSHHhew! CHhSHHUH!”

“You still going at it?”

“Ugh.” Well that answers that. Jared grabs a tissue and blows his nose again, frowning as he balls it up and tosses it into the hotel room’s tiny plastic trashcan. “I really dond’t wandt andyonde else to catch this off mbe. I dond’t thindk I’ve ever beend this sick at a condventiond before.”

Jensen’s phone buzzes, alerting them that Clif’s on his way to escort them down to the signing tables. He stuffs a few more medicated hard candies into his pocket and pats Jared on the back as he makes his way from the bed to the bathroom, smoothing out his hair and slapping some color into his cheeks.

“If you need to sneeze during autographs,” Jensen says on their way out, “just turn toward me. Don’t think I can catch it more than I already have. Sound good, Patient Zero?”

Re: FILLED: Patient Zero (3/3)

[senberet]

All throughout their signing session, Jared makes it a point not to breathe all of the posters and other various forms of Supernatural memorabilia that finds its way in front of him, and he uses the hotel-provided hand sanitizer like it’s going out of style (might as well be, he thinks, with the way it’s been drying out his hands).

“Sorry,” he apologizes to what’s probably the fiftieth fan unlucky enough to have to pause at the signing table and wait for him to finish sneezing. He can’t seem to stop, and as much as he wants to rub is nose, he doesn’t want to get germs all over his hands. “I’mb a little sick. Dond’t worry; I’mb... hh'ktISSHew! Sorry. Taking precautionds.”

“Aw, bless you! It’s okay!” She gushes nervously, visibly twitchy as she watches him sniffle and sign one of her DVDs. “Guess it’s just that time of year, huh?”

He smiles, bright and warm even with a raging headcold, as she and her well wishes (“I hope you feel better!”) are rushed off to the next table.

-

Photo ops prove to be even more difficult - nobody’s perfect, after all, and with so much physical contact Jared’s sure that he hasn’t completely prevented the fans from coming into contact with the virus. And, despite his politeness and his warnings they really sincerely don’t seem to mind, none too shy about pressing up against him and shaking his hand and standing on their toes to hug him. It’s kind of nice to feel so adored, even at what Jared feels like is his grossest.

Not to say that it isn’t embarrassing when he looks at the camera too early and catches the flash directly in his eye.

“Hh’TSSHuh! IhtTSCHew! TSSCHEW!” He’s spun around and buried his face into his forearm, sniffling as he returns to face Jensen and the sympathetic fan. “Sorry, sorry,” he says sheepishly as the fan blesses him with enthusiasm. “Thandk you. Did that ruind the shot? Let’s take andother onde.”

Jared’s photic reflex has always been his tipping point, and with a nose that’s tickling constantly in an environment full of flashing cameras, he figures that this was bound to happen.

He’s a little more careful next time.

Re: FILLED: Patient Zero (3/3)

[senberet]

THANK YOU!! oh, and thank you for what you said on all of my other things (thought i'd kill all the birds with this stone here instead of spamming your inbox)!!! it was definitely worth the wait and i am so so so so glad you liked them.