Summary:  Lily moved in with Richard and they managed to live a normal life, well, as normal as Richards life could be. Lily gets a role in the show. Richard is plagued with doubts about himself…how can Lily love an old man like him?

Pairing: Misha x Reader, Lily x Richard

Note for the character Lily: Lily is the readers best friend. Read the Prequel to find out more about how they met and how their friendship happened.

Word Count:  2586

Warnings: language (swearwords and stuff), mentioned abusive relationship, violence, fluff, SMUT!

Notes: 

• NORMAL text = Third Person View on Reader
• BOLD text = Misha´s POV
• ITALIC text = Richard´s POV

This one is just a little gift for my spn-bestie @mishacollinswife. 

In this series, Richard and Misha are singles at the beginning.So none of them both is cheating or anything. 

If you don’t like it, just don´t read it. If you DO like it, then I would appreciate if you leave feedback <3

Your name: submitWhat is this?

“Don’t ‘dude’ me Rob! It’s not that I got hard on purpose!” I say, a bit louder than I wanted to. “So you get hard seeing me with her, but you can’t get hard for her? …Wow!” “But I want her. I want her BAD! But… I just can’t because.. because I´m scared… “

“Scared?” His raised eyebrow doesn’t make it better. “Yeah… scared.” “Scared of what? You know how it’s done! Your dick won’t fall off from having sex, you know?”

“I don’t know why I am talking to you! I … I am scared that I could hurt her. Like her ex did… I mean, I don´t know everything he did to her, she still doesn’t want to talk about it. But what if I do something that hurts her?… You know..I like-” “GOD, spare me the details!” He yells and lifts his hand in front of my face, the palm facing to me. 

“Rich?” Raspberries! “Hey Lily, uhm.. You were awesome!” She looks at me with an odd expression on her face. “Thanks. Uh should we go? The others are waiting at the restaurant.” She says, reaching out to take my hand in hers. Is she still mad at me? 

At the dinner table, we sit next to each other. Sitting at her other side is Alex and they are joking. Pushing my food around on my plate, I try to ignore their touches and hugs. Lily seems to be in a good mood. I sigh and put my fork away, reaching into my pocket, my hand wrapping around the small velvet box, only to let it go again and getting up. “Gotta head to the restrooms…” I mumble to no one specific. 

“Don’t be stupid Rich.. She won´t say yes…” Looking into the mirror I see every wrinkle on my skin. My beard probably could use a shave too… Why would she want an old man like me… Lily seems to have fun with Alex. Running my fingers through my hair, I sigh again and leave the restrooms. I step into the dining room and see Lily´s head resting on Alex’ shoulder, his arms around her back. 

Clenching my fists I head back to the table and sit down, looking over at Lily and Alex, only to see that Lily has fallen asleep and he seems kinda… uncomfortable? He gives me an apologetic glance and carefully lifts her from his shoulder to lean Lily against mine. 

“Richie…love you,” she mumbles and a smile spreads over her face. Looking at Jensen, who is sitting opposite to us, I mouth that we leave. He nods and I pick her up, careful not to wake her. Rob follows us to bring our jackets to my car. Lily’s head still resting against my shoulder tilts up a bit and she looks at me. 

“Rich? Uhm…what?” I kiss her forehead and smile. “We’re going home, you fell asleep.” She nods and falls asleep again. Rob helps me to get her into the car without accidentally hurting her. “Talk to her!” Rob says when I get into the car and start driving home. 

Half an hour later we arrive at home, she woke up on the road, and I help Lily to get upstairs to our bedroom. 

“I´ll take a shower, do you need me here sugar?” She shakes her head no and I get into the bathroom. After I got undressed, I stand there, looking at me in the small mirror over the sink. 

In this light, my wrinkles are even more visible. I still can’t think of any reason why she would want me! I’m old… at least twenty years older than her. Suddenly, there are arms wrapped around me. I didn’t hear her enter. Hastily, I try to grab a towel to cover me, but she just hugs me from behind, her head resting against my back. 

“Richie? Keep breathing…” She mumbles against my shoulder blades and I realize that I hold my breath. Slowly I start breathing again. “Uh… sugar? You..you re…realize that I…I´m naked?” I stutter and my heart pounds against my ribs. “Hmm.” Lily hums and I feel her smile on my shoulder. “So..uhm… I mean… “ Taking a deep breath, I let my arms hang down my side, closing and opening my fists to calm down. “But..But why are you.. I mean.. I´m just..” “Gorgeous.” She whispers completely relaxed. “What?” Looking up, I see my deep red face in the mirror, mouth agape and surprise written all over. She turns me around and I realize that she’s…she’s naked too.

“Su…sugar, I… uhm… why..are you..” “Naked?” Unable to form words, I nod. “To shower with you. I heard couples do that from time to time, you know?” She kisses my chest and a shiver runs through my body.

Slowly, I brush my fingers up her arms and take her face in my hands. My gaze wanders over her parted lips and locks with her eyes. Then her lips crash on mine resulting in a heated kiss. 

Her fingers run through my hair, pulling my head down a bit. Grabbing her shoulders, I break the kiss. “Lily, what…” She looks into my eyes. “Richard. I love you, I want this.” She says, trailing my neckline, brushing over my collarbone with her fingers. “But.. Lily, I… “ “Stop talking already… “ She whispers and stops me from talking with another wild kiss. Her hands resting on my chest, she tries to push me back a few steps, but I don’t move. My hands slowly leave her shoulders, trailing down her chest and cupping her beautiful breasts. It’s like a switch turned off and I press my body against her, slowly pushing her back against the wall. “Rich…” She mumbles between the kisses and her hands wander down. “Stop it Lil… “ A deep growl escapes my chest and I grab both of her wrists, bringing them up above her head. “Rich… please…” She moans and I kiss down her neck, leaving small hickeys on my way down to her breasts. Playing around her temples with my tongue lets her shiver. 

I take her wrists in one hand and bring the other down her body, brushing softly over her dripping wet core. She whimpers and moans my name. Leaving her breasts, I kiss her again. 

“What do you want?” I ask her, my eyes and voice darkened of lust. “Want you…Rich…” She groans when I press my thumb against her clit. 

“Don’t move.” I growl and go down on my knees, softly biting her thighs and slowly circling around her sweet spot. Her moaning drives me crazy, her whole body reacts to my touch. Working my fingers into her wet cunt to make her tremble. “So.. close…” 

One hand fingering her tight pussy, I slowly kiss my way up, just to start sucking her clit. Looking up, I see her mouth forming a silent O and her head tilting backwards. 

“Let’s see what you can take, sugar.” I growl against her pussy and push in more fingers, scissoring inside her, my tongue playing with her dripping folds as I suck heavier.

“Oh fuck Rich!… Soo… good…” Her breath comes jagged and her legs are trembling heavily, her back sliding down a bit against the wall. 

“I ordered you to not move.” I growl and move my fingers even more, faster and deeper. Her whole body shakes and her first orgasm hits her hard. “Cumming…cummingcummincumm…” She can´t hold herself up on those trembling legs and slides down the tiles. 

I crouch down and tilt her head back a bit by pulling her hair slightly. “Didn’t I tell you not to move?” She looks startled, but then the corners of her mouth tilt upwards to show me a cocky smile. “You…you did. But I didn-” “Next time you obey!” I growl and she nods shyly blushing. Seeing her like this makes me even harder. I bring my mouth next to her ear. “If any of this is something you don’t want, tell me and I stop, sugar.” I whisper and pull her against my chest. She nods again and then I feel her hand caressing my legs, up my thighs and then she wraps it around my thick cock. 

“Richard…please…” She moans into my ear and I swallow hard. I help her to stand up, her back pressed against the wall and my hand between her legs. Sliding in my fingers again, I kiss her neck and she moans my name. Licking my lips, I pick up one of her legs, teasing her pussy with my thick cock and then sliding into her tight fuckhole. 

“God Lily… Yo…. You’re tight!” I growl and keep rubbing her clit with my fingers to help her relax even more. “Feels… So… good!" 

I wait a bit before I slowly start moving my hips, thrusting into her, my shaft filling her up entirely. Her fingernails dig into my back and she bites in my neck to muffle her loud moans. 

Her walls clench around me, and I thrust deeper into her dripping pussy. I lift up her other leg and she wraps them around my waist, taking me in completely. 

My face buried in her neck, I growl her name. "Rich.. Ahhh… so… deep! Gonna… cum..” She’s a shaking mess. The second orgasm hits her and her walls are squeezing my cock and I pull out to turn her around. One hand squeezing her tits and the other still rubbing her sensitive clit with my fingers, I push in again, going even deeper than before. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with our panting and moaning fills the room.

“Lily… ’m gonna cum…” I growl against her shoulders and my pace quickens and with every thrust into her tight pussy, my cock throbs even more. 

“Cum…with me, sugar….” Softly biting her skin, I muffle my groans while Lily rears up, trembling and screaming my name. 

Unloading all of my cum into her, we sink down to the floor, huffing and shaking. I wrap my arms around her and brush her hair aside to kiss her neck, but she flinches at the touch. 

“I´m sorry, Lily, I didn’t wan-” “You didn’t, Rich…. it’s just…” My head rests against her shoulder and my fingers intertwine with hers in front of her chest. “It’s alright. We agreed that you don’t have to tell anything.”

Taking a deep breath she just starts telling. “A.. Andy did… He never was…soft and nice after we had… He… He always hit me…saying that I wasn’t good enough that night… Or…  or that he should’ve just bought a.. A girl… They could make him feel better than I could.” Her voice is still a bit shaky but firm. 

Her head turns around a bit and I can sense a smile on her face.

“I was surprised to be treated like a loved person after having sex and not… well…" 

I pull her closer, causing her body to shift and she squeezes my dick with her pussy. 

"Hm-hm, I love you Lily, that’s why I treat you as my most beloved treasure in the world. Let’s shower and then head to bed, sugar.” I whisper into her hair and she nods weakly. “Are you alright?” Furrowing my brows, I look at the back of her head.

“Babe, you just made me cum hard three times… I’m a bit exhausted…” 

A soft moan elicits her when I get hard again, still inside her tight pussy and stretching her. 

“God Lily… ’m sorry,” I mumble. As an answer to me, she starts rocking her hips slowly. Groaning, I free one of my hands to slide it down her stomach until my fingers find her soaking wet cunt. Playing around her sensitive nub I also start moving my hips. 

I place some more hickeys on her neck until I can’t hold back and position myself leaning against the wall and turning her around to face me. She slides down my cock again and her back arches when a sudden orgasm hit her as I suck and bite on her nipple. Her walls are clenching around my shaft and I slower my movement, to last a bit longer. 

“Ohh yes Rich!” She moans and a smirk appears on my lips. I really am the luckiest man right now. Lily bounces up and down on me while I devour her breasts. I can feel the next orgasm building up in her and add some fingers to my cock inside her. 

“Yes daddy fill me up please!” Those words send me over the edge. I can’t hold back and thrust deep inside her again, releasing hot and creamy cum. 

“Holy fuck… Lily. That…that was.. amazing… I love you!” Both of us are breathing heavily and Lily’s forehead is resting against my chest. Thank god we are sitting next to the bathtub, so I can let in the hot water. I feel her smiling against my skin and raise an eyebrow.

“What are you thinking sugar?” She looks up and I can’t but smile too. She’s just fucking adorable and beautiful…especially with this blush on her cheeks. “I think about the fact that I love you…unconditionally! And that it´s …well the first time we…see each other naked.” I chuckle. Not the best idea to do when you’re still inside her, Rich! She moans quietly and I shift a bit to slide out of her. 

I lean my head back against the wall and she starts drawing on my chest with her fingers. “Lily? This here… I mean US… is this really what you want?” “Yes Richard. Or else I wouldn’t be here, with you! Do you want me here?” Glancing down at her face, our eyes meet. “Of course I want you to be here with me sugar! Why do you think that I wouldn’t want you?” “Well… You were kinda…defensive and withdrawn… I thought you wouldn't…” I cup her face with my hands, kissing her and then looking into her wonderful eyes. “I wanted you since I saw you Lily. I just… I am old, at least twenty years older than you… I just were insecure… “

“Rich…I don’t care if there is an age gap. I love you for who you are! I love you for your smile, for your humor, for your whole personality and I love you because you said you love me even tho you know what I´ve been through or how messed up I am.” She kisses my lips softly. “And I love you because you make me feel like a human being.”

I pull her close to my chest, not only because I just want to hold her, but to hide that my eyes are tearing up. My wonderful and brave little flower…I can’t imagine all the terrible things she’s been through, what he did to her, to make her not feel human… 

“I love you so much.” Staying like this for a minute to calm down a bit, I look over to the bathtub and clear my throat. “You can take a bath now, sugar. Let me..” I steady her body while we get up. Wow…her legs are still shaky. Since when am I….nevermind. 

I help her to get in the tub and then get in myself, settling down behind her, scrubbing and massaging her shoulders.

Taglist:
@hobby27​,@defenderrosetyler​,@mishacollinswife​

Could they be any cuter, I dont think so! I adore this beautiful kind hearted couple, they are so my relationship and family goals, both rays of sunshine who can brighten any day and are made for each other

So being unable to sleep last night i decided to list my top 10 #SPN characters, it took me ages so am putting it on here for prosperity I know nobody else will read this but on the off chance anyone does I would be interested to know yours too Soooo without further ado: 1. Dean (obvs right! But including all the younger versions too as they were amazing performances) 2. Charlie 3. Castiel 4. Bobby (ok so technically 2,3 and 4 I would like to have all in joint second place and then skip straight to 5 but am forcing myself to order them they are all equally important to me though as they all are people who are loyal and who have valued Dean when so very few others have put him first ever, so I love them all for that, plus they are all kick ass and funny and well awesome!) 5. Crowley 6. Benny 7. Gabriel/Trickster 8. Donna 9. Lucifer (I know he’s evil but he is sooo funny plus Misha’s version was amazeballs!) 10. Meg as in Rachel Miners version My close runners up who did not surprisingly make my list as there are way too many awesome characters are: Claire, Garth, Rufus, The Ghostfacers, Rowena and Jody. Anyway love to ya #SPNFamily

ozonecologne:

yes, we’ve all seen this picture of mish mash:

but have y’all seen…

THIS ONE??

Also…I really don’t care about a John and Mary prequel. Especially since their entire relationship is toxic and only happened because heaven wanted their children to fulfill a divine prophecy….ANYWAY

Actual Good Ideas (imo):

• A show centering around Claire Novak and her hunting adventures (bring back characters like Jody, Alex, Eileen, Patience, maybe even Sam or Castiel for an episode because technically they’d still be alive)
• A Wayward Sisters show
• An anthology series that follows different hunters and their stories (including some we know and love). Kind of like American Horror Story in a way.
• A Rufus and Bobby prequel. Recast them and follow their adventures from when they first started hunting together. They could explore those beloved characters a lot more.
• Literally anything but a John and Mary prequel :)

deanandkastiel:

VAL WHERE ARE YOU @deancrowleycas

Fevers Don’t Exist

TW: Fever ? (I’m not sure what counts for triggers so pls lmk if I miss anything)

Prompt: hi!! could u do one maybe where like, the reader is an actress on supernatural and she plays like their younger sister on the show or something and she gets sick at a con or something? Thanks !!

NOTE: Hey guys, I’m alive!!!! I know I have a lot of Spencer prompts atm, but it’s really hard to write them when I’m not like, hyper focused on Criminal Minds. I am going to try though! So sorry I’ve left so many of you in the wind, I am a very inconsistent person, my bad. But here’s this! It’s REALLY bad because I’m terrible at being realistic but like idk it’s something.

I really don’t even know what to put for tags on this. 

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Ah, September. You knew what came along every September, and looked forward to it for the first eight months of every year. Secaucus, New Jersey. You loved every con you went to, truly. Everyone was so nice, you love staying in hotels, panels are such a great time, the whole thing. It’s a great experience outside of the set to get connected with fans. And, they loved you almost as much as you loved them. You were typically closer in age, since you were still just a teenager. You also started out as a fan of the show before somehow snatching a role, so you really were with them at one point. Everything that excites them excited you just as much. And, you loved making friends with them. You weren’t allowed to be reckless with your phone number, so you made a snapchat that you shared exclusively with con goers, whom you made swear to secrecy. It was like a club, and you just enjoyed genuinely talking to everyone.
But, when you woke up that first morning, you knew it was going to be a long day. Your body ached, and you were still pretty exhausted. You had a fever, but didn’t really know if it was a fever because you were still young, and God forbid you ever decided to recognize the signs of you being sick. It was almost like a form of denial, not knowing. You were sweating, but freezing, and your throat felt particularly dry. Your headache rested underneath your eyes for the most part, to which you just blamed on being tired. Your stomach didn’t hurt, but you definitely weren’t hungry. Even though you hadn’t felt exactly 100% the past days before, and you obviously weren’t feeling right now, you just deduced that it was all because you were tired, and had a late flight in. As a responsible person does, of course. You didn’t even bother taking any medicine for it, because hey, you obviously weren’t sick, you’d feel better in a bit, and you didn’t have any, so why waste the time, right? 

You groggily got dressed and met up with “the boys” (even though they were all older than you) for the free breakfast downstairs, in a separate room, since fans did happen to stay in the same hotel. You grabbed some Cheerios, only to conspicuously throw them away after. 

“You good, Y/N?” Jared asked out loud, gaining the attention of Jensen, Misha, and Alex. You could feel their eyes burning through your skin. Or, maybe that was the fever. It had to be their eyes, you convinced yourself, you didn’t have a fever. You were fine. 

“Yeah, why?” you asked, faking the perk in your voice and confused eyes. Your eyes felt really heavy, you noticed. 

“You just… You look exhausted. And pale.” he said, “And you threw away that cereal without eating any of it." 

You looked down at yourself as an effect for what you were about to say, "Wow, well that’s one way to make me self-conscious. I thought I looked kind of poppin’.” you laughed slightly, trying to play it off. 

“W-wait, no that’s- that’s not what I meant! You look fine, I just-” he was embarrassed. You and the others chuckled.

“I’m kidding. I’m all good, just went to bed late, y'know?” you smiled. It was hard to try and mask the rasp in your voice, and doing so made you feel the need to cough, so you downed some water until it dialed down a bit. He nodded. In your mind, you blessed your acting skills, thinking you got away with it. What you didn’t know was that Misha, Jensen, and Jared, as fathers do, knew every trick in the book, and each noted to keep an eye on you. Not to mention, they’d been acting far longer than you had, and could just tell when one switches into a character. They all figured that if you weren’t sick now, you would be in days to come, and exchanged glances with each other, while Alex innocently continued to chew on his toast. 

“Well, if you’re tired, I don’t think you have a panel or anything for another hour or something, maybe you could catch up on some sleep then.” Jared suggested. You shrugged.

“Nah,” you said, “I’ve got photo-ops in like, twenty minutes. I should actually probably get going. I’ll catch up later!" 

You left with a wave, and disappeared into the hotel somewhere. You stopped in your room, allowing yourself finally to set free the coughs living in the back of your throat. You blamed it on your throat being dry since you didn’t drink enough water. Not on germs. So, you grabbed two water bottles from the small fridge in your room, and left, making your way towards the convention center.

 
You felt slightly better during photo-ops, which just confirmed in your mind that it was impossible that you were sick right now. You smiled and talked to everyone.
There was one girl, who introduced herself as Meredith, who stuck out in your mind. She gave you this super cool hand painted keychain, which you very excitedly put on your keys instantly.

"Dude, I’ve been looking for a cool keychain. Not just one of those janky ones you find at like 7-11, like a cool one. This is so exciting.” you smiled genuinely. You had just recently bought yourself a car, and thought that your keys looked a little lonely, and searched for hours on Etsy for something to spice it up a bit. A weird obsession, thinking about it now.

She laughed, “I’m glad you like it!”

“Hell, yeah! Now, are there any poses you wanna do? Or do you just want to hit that casual look? I could make it look like I’m meeting you.” you stupidly rambled. One of your traits that was so widely known was how funny and awkward (in a good way) that you were. It took you a long time to get to that point, though, because you were always anxious about meeting others. You still are every now and then, but it’s different here. 

“I was just hoping to get a hug.” she said, “If that’s okay with you." 

"Yeah, that’s cool!” you wrapped your arms around each other and shot the camera a grin. The girl looked a bit confused. 

“Hey,” she said, quietly, “are you like, okay? You feel really hot.”

Nervously, you replied, “Oh, no, yeah totally fine. I’m just wearing two layers, and it’s getting spicy in here.”

“Yeah,” she answered, “don’t push yourself, okay?”

“I won’t, thank you. It was really nice meeting you!" 

"You, too! Thanks!” she waved goodbye and you moved on to the last few people in line. She was right, though. You realized that you felt worse than you did when you walked in. You thought it had gone away for a while, but now it was just amplified. You noticed you were cold again, but that you were sweating as well. It must’ve just been the temperature in the room. These conventions aren’t always able to keep a steady temp in the entire building, right?

This day, you didn’t have much to do. Most of your events were on the other days to come. You had one panel in a few hours, and then a panel with Jared, Jensen, and Misha a few hours after that, and then bam, the day was over. You just had to get through those two events. Just two. 

Two, events. And both were an hour. So, two hours out of the day. Rookie work.
Yet, as your panel approached, the headache had expanded from under your eyes to anywhere that there was space to hurt, your throat ached and so did your lungs from how much you were going off somewhere to cough in privacy, your body felt heavy, you couldn’t tell if you were hot or cold at this point it was some weird combination of both, your stomach hurt just slightly, the world was moving around you a bit more than it usually would, and the fever you “didn’t” have had climbed a degree, probably two. And, at some point during the day, you got pretty congested. You felt like you could just fall asleep at any moment.
Jared and Jensen happened to be walking by where you had been waiting by yourself, away from any congoers or employees, and noticed that even though you were leaning against a wall, you somehow were still swaying.

“Y/N?” Jensen called out, worried. You heard him, you knew you were supposed to respond, but didn’t know how. Maybe you did have a fever, and maybe you sort of let it out of control. It was like you were comprehending them, but not at the same time. You heard everything, but it just swept right through your feverish mind. The walked in front of you and examined you within seconds. You felt Jared’s cold, really abnormally large man hand sweep your hair back and land on your forehead. 

“J, she’s burning up.” you felt another hand on your face. You, quite exhaustedly, swatted it away. They couldn’t figure out how it’d gotten so bad so quickly. You were sick this morning, but not to this degree. They knew then that you had just shrugged it off all day, and your teenage fever brain probably didn’t even think to take any kind of medicine or anything for it, even if you were trying to hide it.

“I’m good. Just tired. Fevers don’t exist.” you finally mumbled, taking a few deep breathes, which you hadn’t really been able to do in a bit without being rudely interrupted by a bone-shaking cough. It felt nice, almost. The boys sighed at you and shook their heads. 

“Y/N, you should go back to your room and get some rest. We can bring you some stuff that’ll help.” Jared suggested. You shook your head and opened your eyes, which somehow felt even heavier.

“Nah,” you said to them, “I’ve got a panel, I think, in like, I ‘dunno, some minutes or something. Something I-” you pushed yourself off the wall to try and make your way somewhere, but stumbled a step or two, which result in Jensen and Jared instinctively to grab you in order to keep you steady.

“Like hell we’re letting you go to that, Y/N, you can’t even form a sentence, or stand for that matter. You’re out of your mind. We’re going to bring you back now, we’ll take care of your panel thing.” Jensen stated pretty sternly. You were about to fight back, and they could see it, but you coughed a few times, and they could almost feel it in their own chests. You just nodded in defeat.

“Yeah, maybe I could just like, sleep, for an hour or two.” you whispered, tiredly. The two were still holding you steady, and could see you already falling asleep before even going anywhere. 

“Or six, by the looks of it.” Jared joked lightly.

“Poor kid.” Jensen said to Jared as the were walking out of your room. They helped you get there, and you were gone before you even saw the bed, “Why do they always have to pretend like they aren’t sick? Look where it gets them.”

“Don’t know, man. You can’t talk, though. You literally tell people you are immune to illness.” Jared laughed quietly, shutting you door.

“Well I am. I am the perfect example of health. I don’t get sick." 

"Yeah,” Jared rolled his eyes, “Right. Watch you catch what Y/N has. You practically carried her all the way here. There’s no way you’re escaping it.”
Walking towards the center, the back way of course, Jensen scoffed, “Please, germs take one look at me and know not to mess this up. And, by the logic, that means you’re already infected, too. So, tell me, princess, what sort of soup do you want spoon-fed?" 

Again, Jared rolled his eyes, and the two laughed. They weren’t making fun of you, they were making fun of each other, and knew that you would’ve wanted in on that action.

"Y/N probably would’ve destroyed us if she heard that. Something along the longs of ‘You want me to tuck you in? Carry you bridal style?’” Jared pitched his voice a tone higher for it. Again, the two men laughed.

They made their way backstage of what’s supposed yo be your panel, and informed the crew about what was going on. They were just going to fill in for you, probably tell a few embarrassing stories.

When they made their way through the curtain, the crowd shouted. They were obviously excited to see the two leads, but also were obviously confused.
“Alright, you’re probably confused.” Jensen stated the obvious, “Because obviously, we look nothing like Y/N, and thank God she does not look like us.” The crowd laughed.

“Anyway, Y/N can’t make it today. She’s really sick-” the crowd cut Jared off with a unison “awe.” People yelled out that they hoped she felt better, tell her to take care of herself, and so on.

“Yeah, poor kid looked like she was just going to fall asleep right where she was standing. She literally tried to come anyway, like, kid, you’re making no sense. Y/N couldn’t really fight against us, though, so she’s sleeping now.” Jensen explained, “So we came here to chat in her stead, but just know she really was planning on coming. That kid loves you guys.” and again, the “awe” rolled through the crowd. 

“If she wasn’t sick, she could totally kick both your-” the last word was cut off, but was implied anyway, someone screamed from the crowd, which resulted in laughter.

“Yeah, probably. Even if we were stronger than her,” sarcastically, of course, “she’d still beat us. Kid’s too fast, and I’m too old.” Jared laughed.

In the last ten minutes of the panel, Jared decided to give you call. Not only to check in on you, but so you could at least say hi to your crowd. When you heard the phone ring, you groggily opened your eyes and aimlessly reached for it.

“Hello?” you answered. Jared almost frowned at how sick you sounded, even with just one word.

“Y/N?” Jensen stepped in, “It’s Jensen.”

“Unfortunate.” you sighed exhaustedly. It was joke, a really tired one, but still enough to make the crowd laugh.

“We’re here at your panel, we thought you might want to say hi.” Jared said loudly, holding the speaker of his phone to the microphone. 

“Panel?” you asked. Panel? What panel? Your delirious mind was clearly confused, “Who’s that?" 

"Y/N, the con. The convention panel?” Jensen actually sounded worried. They probably should’ve thought to give you some sort of medicine to do something about the fever you had before they’d left.

“Oh,” you closed your eyes again, almost falling asleep, before remembering finally what it was they meant, and after a moment, “Oh! Crap, the panel thing, I’m late.”

“No, Y/N, stay there, we’ve got it covered remember? You can’t come. You can say hi to them, though.” Jensen interjected quickly.

“Okay, hi guys.” you just followed as told.

The crowd responded with a series of hello’s. 

“’M really sorry. I hope they aren’t boring you.” the two men could practically hear you closing your eyes. The crowd responded in inaudible chatter. Jensen and Jared walked from the mic for a second.

“Sorry if we woke you, kid.” Jared apologized, having just realized they probably could’ve left you alone, “W also just wanted to check in. See how you’re doing.”

“How are you feeling?” Jensen asked, but got a mumbled word in response, “Alright, well, just go back to sleep, we’ll be up there soon." 

Jared hung up the phone, and the two began to answer the last few questions and close up. They waved their goodbyes to the crowd, and started heading back your way.

"Jensen, you got any over the counters with you? Thermometers or anything? All I’ve got is Advil, and I don’t even know what’s really bothering her yet other than that cough and being tired.”

“Yup. Danneel always makes me carry literally an entire medicine cabinet, just for these moments. I’ll go get 'em and meet you there. It’d probably do her some good to eat something, too. I don’t know if she’s got like, a stomach virus thing going on, though.” Jensen answered.

“I’ll see what she’ll say and let you know." 

The two parted ways, and Jared made his way to you. Even though he’d only talked to you just a few minutes before, you were dead to the world by the time he opened the door. The room was boiling, and Jared looked over to the thermostat to see that you’d at some point put it on to 90 degrees. 

"Jesus, Y/N, I know you’ve got a fever, but damn.” he said, more so to himself than to you. He looked over at you after turning it down to see you curled beneath what looked like any blanket you could find. He came over and started removing the blankets slowly, and shook you gently to wake you up.

“Y/N, wake up for a minute, it’s Jared.”

“'Mm.” was all you said, until you realized your layers of warmth had been moved, “What’re doing? It’s cold.”

“Y/N, you’re dripping in sweat. It’s the fever making you cold.”

“I don’t have a fever.” you retorted, “I’m good. Just tired.”

“Kid, you’ve been tired the whole day. You’ve been sleeping this whole time.” he tried rationalizing.

“I have?” you questioned, closing you eyes again. Jared put his hand to your forehead again. Somehow, it was warmer than the first time he’d done it before the panel. It was then that Jensen finally appeared, a whole bag of things in hand, “Could you bring the thermometer over?”

“Yeah, gotcha.” He walked over and rummaged through the bag at the same time, pulling out a thermometer.

“Y/N, we need to take your temperature.” Jensen said.

“No need.” you said, “’M not sick.”

“You are so obviously sick, I’m not asking.” again with that stern voice. Jared gave him a “Hey, she’s sick, back off a little” sort of look, but it had worked, and you let them take your temp. They were almost shocked when the thing beeped at 103.

“Should we take her to a hospital? That’s way too high.” Jared asked. 

“If it gets any higher, yes, but let’s see if we can bring it down first.” Jensen replied.

“No hospitals.” you demanded, opening your eyes and glaring at them. 

“We aren’t bringing you yet, Y/N, but I need you to eat this so you can take some meds.” he held out two pieces of toast that he must’ve brought from his room. You hated toast even when you weren’t sick.

“I’m not really hungry." 

"I know, but it’ll help. You haven’t told us what’s bothering you yet, either.” Jared responded.

“Nothing’s-” you coughed a few times, a bit violently, “bothering me.”
“We can see that.” Jensen said sarcastically.

“Everything’s bothering me.” you whispered, giving up.

“Your stomach hurt?” Jensen asked. You waved your hand from side to side to signal a so-so, “Think you’ll get sick at all?”

“No, it’s not like that, I don’t think.” you breathed out, another cough escaping you. You took a few bites out of the toast. It made you uncomfortable, but it was then that you realized you probably felt that way since you really hadn’t eaten much that day or the one before, which probably contributed to the splitting headache. It didn’t go away after, either though. You pushed yourself up. You almost fell over, but Jared put a hand out for you.

“Alright, good. Take this. I’m going to be frank, it tastes disgusting.” Jensen handed over a small cup of liquid, “Sometimes, if you take it like a shot, it helps. But you shouldn’t know how to take shots, but if you do it, I won’t judge.”
And so you did, causing the two to chuckle slightly at you. 

“You were right, about the sleep thing.” you slumped back onto the bed heavily, like a brick.

“When am I ever wrong?” Jensen asked, “Don’t answer that, actually.”

But you were already sleeping again, and the boys decided to stay nearby for now. The next panel wasn’t for another few hours anyway, and they just didn’t want you to be alone. Also, incase you were wrong about the toast, and it decided to make its return. Jared’s phone began to ring loudly, to which he very quickly tried to answer so his obnoxious ringtone wouldn’t wake you up again, not that you wouldn’t have just fallen back asleep anyway.

“Misha? Hey, what’s up?” Jared answered. Jensen walked over to hear what was going on on the other side of the line, but Jared just decided to put it on speaker.

“Where are you guys? I haven’t seen you all day. Felicia, Alex, and I are going out for lunch, we were wondering if you guys want to come. I tried calling Y/N, but she didn’t answer, so.” he rambled.

“That’s because Y/N’s not feeling well.” Jensen said, giving him a solution to his predicament of not being answered, “We’re with her right now, so we’ll have to pass.”

“She’s sick? Is she okay?" 

"Yeah, I think so. She’s just got this crazy fever we’ve been trying to bring down. Thinking about it now, Jensen, we should probably check it again." 

"A fever?”

“It’s been at 103 degrees for like, two hours. At least for what we know of. She’s probably had one all day, but as a dumb teenager does, she just tried to ignore it." 

"If it goes up you should-”

“Yeah, we know,” Jared said, “we’re trying really hard to avoid that, though. Also, she’ll definitely fight against it, I don’t know." 

Jensen, from the other side of the room at the sound of a beeping thermometer, could be heard on Misha’s end, "It went down, finally. 102.2.”

“Thank God, I was getting worried.”

“Should I come there? Do you guys need any help?” Misha asked.

“I mean you can, but I think we’re good. She’s just been trying to sleep it off the whole time, so not much is really going on.” Jensen was closer to the phone now, “Like, she’s got this cough, a headache, and you can hear how congested she sounds, but mostly I think she’s just exhausted. I honestly don’t know how because she’s just been sleeping for hours.”

“Fatigue.”

“Yeah, poor kid. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so tired, it almost makes me tired to be honest.” Jensen joked.

“Maybe you’re just getting sick.” Jared slipped in.

“Not possible. I am immune.”

“Nobody is immune, Jensen.” Misha sighed.

“I’m not nobody.” he shrugged. 

“Alright, well, we’re going to get lunch then. If you need anything let me know, and tell her I hope she feels better.” Misha concludes.

“We will, thanks Misha.” and with that, Jared hung up. For a few more hours, the two hung around. They were there when you woke from some fever dreams, and when you needed a cough drop, or twelve, and wake you up every now and then to check your temperature, which raised and dropped and raised and dropped, but currently was at a very steady 102.4. But, soon enough, it was time for them to leave for the last panel of the day, and unsurprisingly, you tried to follow suit.

“Y/N, we gotta go, but we’ll be back in about an hour from the panel.” Jared said. You took a deep breath and sluggishly pushed yourself to the side of the bed. Having been sick, and not having sat up in a few hours, the blood rushed from your head, leaving you dizzy.

“What’re you doing?” Jensen asked.

“The panel. I missed the last one I should go to this one. I feel okay.” you yawned, then coughed slightly.

“Y/N, really, you shouldn’t even think about pushing it like that.” Jared said. Jensen walked over to you, half on the bed, clearly trying to steady yourself just from the movement of sitting up. The spinning room honestly almost made the toast make a reprise, and you hiccupped, and held your breath.

“Hey,” Jensen grabbed a can quickly, noticing, “are you going to be sick?”

Giving it a minute, it went away, and you shook you head no, causing a huge tension to leave the room.

“Alright, well, remember how you said I was right all the time earlier?” Jensen pun the can down.

“No, must’ve been the fever.” you half joked, causing Jared to laugh. 

“Alright- well- okay, shut up. We agreed I’m always right, and that I was right about needing sleep, so I say you need some more.” Jensen demanded rather than suggested. 

“Yeah, or at least lay around and do nothing. I can’t imagine ever sleeping as much as you just did.” Jared joked, pushing you very gently back down, with his hand on your back, knowing you would just hit the bed without it. Your eyes were heavy again, and your throat was painfully dry, and you coughed. Your aching head also agreed with the two of them to your dismay.

“Maybe just a bit more.” you mumbled, “A few minutes.”

“Yeah a few minutes, sure.” Jared smiled, knowing you were probably going to knock out for a few hours once again. You opened your eyes again.

“You think,” you coughed, “that they’ll be mad?

"Who?” Jensen asked.

Feeling pretty sick, you said, “That I don’t go? I don’t feel really good.”

Ah, the fever comes to play once again, it seems, but the two felt some sort of triumph now that you’ve at least admitted to being sick, even if it’s been hours. It concerned them, though, if you felt bad enough to admit it.

“No, they’ll be fine about it. We’ll be back soon. Misha or Alex might come in to check on you, alright?” Jared answered, to which you nodded.

They weren’t gone long. You spent half the next day sleeping, too, until you could stand without swaying. You did sneak back to the con, against Jensen and Jared’s orders, since you really didn’t break that fever and cough for a few more days, only to be caught after a tweet of you at the con was trending and the cast caught wind of it. But, eventually, you were better, and got the chance to help Jared take care of an “always immune” Jensen. And he was more stubborn than you were.

I really loved it one. It’s not my usual, smutty, look like that body baby, video, and I could have done without the Castiel content, but a good fan and nonetheless.

deanandkastiel:

i legitimately cannot take this look

castiel-stark:

Look, my man cares about what side he’s on. Like, he’s serious. And not just Jensen, even Dean does

I can absolutely make it into a new post but still…

sobernatural:

Dean got Cas a polaroid camera and now he’s making a family album.