Every convention was a crazy flurry of activity: between the autographs, panels, and pictures. But Jensen loved it all, he loved seeing his supernatural family, and he loved connecting with fans and seeing how much they loved the show, and let's not forget seeing what the show has done for them. It was a wild ride every time, but he wouldn't have it any other way...

Until today that is. It was the beginning of the first panel, featuring himself, Jared, Misha, Rob, and Richard. They were all joking around and having fun, talking about the things that happened last season and the new things to come for the new season, everything they were allowed to hint about anyways. They were all taking turns sharing stories from the set, but he kept passing his turn, as he had noticed at the beginning of the panel that there was some uncomfortable pressure in his lower stomach. He tried to shrug it off, but the more he ignored it, the worse he felt.

"Isn't that right, Jensen?" Misha said, drawing Ackles out of his mental attempt to think of anything but the discomfort.

Jensen looked over, his hand ghosting his stomach, before adjusting his shirt so that it didn't look like he was having issues. "What were we talking about?" He asked, trying to look and sound innocent.

Misha shook his head, turning to address the audience. "See what I mean?" He said with a smirk, earning a bunch of laughter and some scattered booing.

"It's alright, no need to be upset. Jensen knows I'm trying to get a rouse out of him." Misha said in a good-natured tone.

Jensen nodded his affirmation, not having the mental ability to articulate anything beyond his discomfort that was less pressure now and more actual cramping. "Please excuse me," he said, as quickly as he could, getting up and walking off the stage without another word.

Jared and Misha exchanged a look, both knowing something was wrong with their compadre. Jared pulled out his phone to text Jensen, Dude, you okay? You acted sick or something.

Jensen got out of sight of the panel area and all but ran to the closest men's bathroom. He found an empty stall, shut and locked the door, and dropped his pants and boxers as fast as his hands would allow him to move. He barely got his ass on the seat, when a very intense cramp curled through his lower stomach, leading to a release of white-hot lava from his bowels. He hissed in surprise, having not expected to have diarrhea today of all days. He doubled over his stomach, as another cramp curled through him causing another painful release which seemed to be all his body needed to start an extreme emptying process. Over and over again, he couldn't breathe without wanting to puke up everything he'd ever eaten.

After what felt like hours, the cramping lessened enough to allow the poor man some respite. He cleaned himself up, flushed a few times, pulled up his boxers and pants, and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. He regarded himself in the mirror while washing his hands, noticing right off the bat how pale he was. That was going to be fun to explain, if... He looked at his watch almost moaning in disbelief, the first panel had just ended. He was due for autographs and pictures in ten, and that was on normal days a five-minute walk, but he had a sneaking suspicion ten minutes may not be enough.

He dried his hands and pulled out his phone, just then seeing that he had a text from Jared.

Nah, I'm not sick. Just really had to go. Sorry. He text back, hoping that his Supernatural brother wouldn't notice how dreadful he looked.

Well, the panel is over, ready for autos and pics? Came in response, not giving Jensen an inkling of a hint as to what Jared may be thinking of his bogus explanation.

He sent back a thumbs-up emoji, not really able to concentrate as his stomach suddenly started feeling queasy again, only this time the difference was he wasn't going to the bathroom. He shrugged it off, determined to make it through the rest of the day without any other issues from his body. He walked out of the bathroom, colliding with Rob out of nowhere.

"Oh crap. Sorry, Rob." he said out of instinct, not really thinking about the fact that he had to fool everyone into thinking he was okay, and not watching where he was going was a really bad start.

Rob laughed it off, noticing that Jensen was so white he almost asked if he had seen a ghost. "It's all good. You okay?" he asked, not letting on that he saw the man in front of him, just about, sag in relief.

"Yep, just really had to go." Jensen responded, more than happy to follow the philosophy: 'If you tell the lie enough, it will become true'. "Gotta get to autos and pics, see ya." he said, all but bolting towards that area.

Rob waved, while pulling out his phone and texting Jared. There is definitely something wrong with Jensen.

Jared peaked at his phone, frowning as he read and reread Rob's text. He was so preoccupied he didn't see Jensen walk up beside him, and take his seat for the autographs.

Jensen cleared his throat, as if there was a lump in his throat that wouldn't go down. Which wasn't too far off base, the more he swallowed trying to dislodge said lump, the queasier he felt. He opened the water bottle left on the table for him, and took a hearty swig, wincing as the cool liquid hit his stomach like hydrogen peroxide on a new cut.

Jared sat down beside him, catching the wince. "You good?" he asked, watching Jensen intently, as he saw the man put a hand on his stomach without thinking about it.

Jensen nodded, too queasy to realize Jared was watching his every move. "Sure..." he said, as a new powerful cramp coursed through his lower abdomen, which did nothing for his queasy stomach. "Actually, I need to go to the bathroom again... Can you cover for me?" he asked, shooting to his feet, as his mouth began to water in earnest.

Jared raised his eyebrows before nodding. "Go ahead," he said, as he watched Jensen take off like a bat out of hell. He could easily see something was up with the older man, but he didn't want to press his luck until he knew he had good reason to.

As the autograph and picture time flew by for the younger man, his mind kept wandering back to Jensen, and wondering A) where he had disappeared to, B) if he was okay, and C) what could really be going on.

When the time was up for autographing and pictures, he looked at his phone, and saw they had about an hour until their last two panels. Pics and autos are done... where are you? He text Jensen, worried that over an hour had gone by and he still hadn't seen his best friend when all their events were planned together.

Jensen who had been in the bathroom, stuck on the toilet because his body felt the need to empty what it didn't have, felt his phone vibrate his leg through his pants. He pulled out his phone, read the text and bit his lip as he groaned when a cramp and bending forward almost made him throw up. South bathroom. Can't leave it. He sent back, knowing he was s.o.l. either way, so there was no sense in hiding how miserable he was.

Jared read the textback thinking hard to figure out which bathroom it was, so he excused himself and walked to the bathroom door. He thought for a moment, if he should go in, but opted to at least check on his best friend. He pushed the door open and was hit by the acrid smell of diarrhea.

"Hey, Jen, you in here?" he asked, as he leaned against the wall parallel to the stalls.

"No," Jensen said in a broken voice. He hated himself for the whimpering sound that followed his single word. He hadn't expected that uttering one word would make his stomach rebel, but it did, resulting in his gagging hard.

"There is no one else here, wanna open your stall so I can get you a trash can?" Jared asked, as he grabbed the big trash can by the door and brought it over to the stalls in preparation.

Jensen sighed in resignation, as he reached up and over to unlock the stall door. He pushed it open with one hand, as the other covered his mouth when another gag ripped from his throat. "Please hurry," he gasped out from behind his hand.

Jared pushed the trash can into the opening of the stall, tilting it towards Jensen without spilling anything. "Breathe, Jen, it will help." he suggested, knowing that whether they liked it or not, all the color draining from his cheeks spelled the older man's doom.

Jensen grabbed the trash can, ignoring how gross this was, as the first round of heaves washed over him. He could've sworn his body hated him, as every heave caused his body to try to empty in every other way. He could feel the sweat pouring down his face and neck, causing chills to wrack his frame. He was shaking so hard he could barely hold the trash bin in place, as more and more seemed to be coming up.

Jared put a steadying hand on the trash can, so Jensen could focus on vomiting into the bin, and not have to worry that every time he hurled the bin might fall over.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Jensen's stomach seemed to stop trying to make him throw up all his vital organs, leaving the poor man exhausted, grossed out, and very self-conscious. It's one thing to "throw up" for a movie or tv show, it's another thing entirely to hurl your guts up for real in front of your best friend.

"S...sorry," he slurred, suddenly too tired to think of a better comment.

Jared shook his head, pulling the trash out of the stall and letting land on the base with a dull thud.

"It's no biggie. Feeling any better?" he asked, worried for his bestie, as the color was not returning to his pale face.

Jensen shook his head, before grabbing some toilet paper and wiping the tears from his eyes, and blowing his nose.

"I'm drained, and just want to sleep. I don't think I can make it through two more panels," he said with a grimace, as he noticed there was blood on the toilet paper from blowing his nose.

Jared saw the blood too, before reaching over and calmly taking the bloody tp from him.

"I got that. Okay, I will tell Rob, Misha, and Richard, then I will take you back to the hotel," he said, making sure that Jensen saw him throw away the bloody tissue, before pulling out his phone to text their other Supernatural family members before Jensen could argue with him.

Jen is sick, like puking, has diarrhea, and gave himself a bloody nose from puking so hard. Gonna take him back to the hotel, can you guys apologize for us to the fans? Jared sent it to Rob, Misha, and Richard. He smiled as all three texted him back a thumbs up, good luck with him, let me know if I can help, and tell Jen we hope he feels better soon.

"We are good, the guys will cover for us, and they all hope you feel better soon," Jared told Jensen, before looking up when there was silence, to see the poor man in question was asleep on the toilet. "Hey, Jen, come on. Let's go back to the hotel so you can sleep this bug off." he said, gently shaking the older man's shoulder.

Jensen startled awake, only to nod and get ready to clean himself up. "Don't go too far, I don't know if I will need help," he said sleepily when he saw Jared turning around to give him privacy, stopping the younger man in his tracks.

"No problem," Jared said, with a caring smile.

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Jared stayed true to his word, taking care of the sick and clingy older man. By the end of the awful bug, both men felt like they could sleep for a week, but within a couple of days, they were back at the next convention and hanging with their Supernatural family.

I hope you enjoyed this one-shot. I am so sorry everything I am writing is taking me forever and a half. I am juggling a lot, but I will see what I can do about posting more often. I might be out of the writing game from November 21st until the first week of January, as I am getting surgery done on my right wrist and elbow, and unfortunately, my right hand is my dominant hand.

So in case, I am not on, Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanza, Happy New Year, and Happy Holidays!

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