Supernatural Sickfic Oneshots

Flu at the Convention Part Two

He jumped a bit, when he heard Jensen's congested sounding snores, making him mentally facepalm himself for being so jumpy. He hated it when anyone was sick around him, especially when the anxious feeling that had washed over him began to speak louder than he could override. It didn't help that if he was exposed to a bug of any kind, nine times out of ten, he caught said bug too.

He shook himself, much like a dog shakes water out of its fur, and sat down on his bed, laying down to catch a few zs while Jensen was asleep. -------------------------------------------------------------------When Jared came to again, he looked at the clock, stunned that he had slept for roughly four hours straight. He next looked for Jensen, to see he was sitting up in his bed, watching tv that was turned way low, and the man appeared to be sipping on one of the white gatorades.

"How long have you been awake? And how do you feel?" he asked his best friend, earning an arched eyebrow in his direction.

"Dude, I thought you died or something! You were out for the count!" Jensen teased, his cracking voice making the jokes sound almost too pathetic to be funny. He watched as Jared roused himself more, not surprised to see the man was beyond pale and appeared to be sore. "You okay over there?" he asked, watching Jared grimace.

"Yeah, I must have slept funny." the younger man said with a shrug that turned into a hiss of discomfort.

"Uh huh, what's wrong?" Jensen persisted, his Dean voice wringing through his tone.

Jared shot him a warning look, similar to a glare but not as angry. "I'm fine," he insisted, even as he could feel his stomach churning faster than he wanted.

Jensen bit his tongue, even though everything in him was telling him something was up with Jared, he decided to bide his time and wait for the younger man to admit defeat. He looked at the end of his bed, suddenly remembering that Jared had brought back multiple bottles of gatorade. He grabbed a blue one, seeing that was the younger man's favorite, and tossed it onto the bed beside his best friend.

Jared jumped at the sudden intrusion of the gatorade bottle, and looked back at Jensen in confusion. "All those are for you," he pointed out, swallowing more than once, as his mouth had started to water in unison with the nausea that had amped up when he was startled.

"Dude, you brought back ten bottles. I think I can share with you. Plus if you are sore, adding some electrolytes will help immensely," Jensen said, trying to use logic to bribe his best friend into drinking something.

"Fine," Jared grumbled, opening the gatorade and taking a big swig of the gatorade, flinching at its cloyingly sweet flavor. "How can you drink these?" he grumbled more to himself than anyone else.

Jensen chuckled, before all the color drained from his face and he jumped up, rushing to the bathroom with a groan.

"You okay?" Jared called out, trying to ignore the twisting in his stomach that was only increasing, thanks to the gatorade he had just ingested.

A groan answered him, followed by, "Son of a bitch! Never get the runs, ever." Jensen gasped out, even as his stomach clenched over and over, causing painful cramps in his lower abdomen and an endless cycle of emptying what was already running on almost empty.

"Want me to see if we can get some Immodium or Pepto?" Jared asked, not daring to move from the bed, as he knew moving would result in him vomiting too.

"No cursed pink liquid..." there was a groan filled pause, "unless we want to redecorate the bathroom and carpets." Jensen said in a pained voice.

Jared gagged under his breath at the mere thought of the pepto ending up everywhere it wasn't supposed to. "Gross, Jensen, just gross." he muttered once he was sure that opening his mouth wouldn't lead to reappearance of any kind.

Jensen laughed, before coughing a couple times which led to a rapid reappearance of any gatorade he had managed to get down. He groaned afterward, only then realizing he had thrown up on the bathroom floor. "Crap! Hey Jared, can I get some help in here?" he asked, sounding beyond embarrassed and worn out.

"Yeah, I'm coming." Jared said, pushing his own nausea away, so he could help his best friend. He should be fine, or so he hoped. He opened the door, steeling himself as the smell of vomit and diarrhea washed over his senses, almost doing him in right then and there.

"Sorry," Jensen admitted in low voice, that he only used when he was in serious pain of some kind.

Jared waited an extra second, before walking closer to his sick and miserable best friend. "It's all good." He looked down at the puddle on the floor, swallowing more out of reflex than he wanted to admit. He grabbed a towel, laying it over the mess to hide it, but as he bent over to cover it fully, his own stomach jumped to his throat.

He barely had time to drop to his hands and knees, as he vomited multiple times back to back. Once he could breathe without heaving, he sat back against the counter in the bathroom with his eyes closed and an arm tight around his abdomen.

"Sorry..." he slurred, not entirely sure of what had just happened.

"Dude, when did you get sick?" Jensen asked, looking down at his friend in confusion.

"Just now?" Jared asked, his voice almost too hoarse to hear.

"No duh. I watched it happen." Jensen said wrinkling his nose in disgust. "When did you start feeling sick?" he tried asking, even as he could see Jared was dosing off against the counter.

Jared opened his eyes, blinking slow due to exhaustion. "Right around the time you fell asleep earlier." He admitted, closing his eyes again, as it was becoming too much work to keep them open.

Jensen rolled his eyes, before wiping and getting up. He flushed the toilet, and washed his hands, after maneuvering around his dozing friend. Once his hands were clean and dry, he tapped Jared's forehead lightly, earning a tired groan.

"Come on, dude, let's sleep in bed. Not on the bathroom floor." he urged, only receiving a squinty eyed look from the younger man.

Jared got up slowly, stumbling a few times as he attempted to get his long legs under him. Once steady, he meandered towards his bed, collapsing onto it with a low groan. He ignored when Jensen offered him gatorade and tylenol, only burrowing deeper into his head.

"Get some sleep, hopefully we will both be right as rain when we wake up," Jensen said, more out loud than to any specific person, as he lay down on his own bed, falling asleep fairly quickly.

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