French Mistake 2.0 - Spn AU

Four Guys, Two Pizzas, One Hotel Room

Harry Tomlinson was seriously considering quitting his job at Dominos. Sure, the pizza was great (and so was the 20% employee discount), but if Jake, his manager, sends him to another fucking hotel at one in the morning to give some drunk college kids a couple pies and a liter of a sprite, he was done. It was the worst gig. They were always drunk to the point where they didn't tip. Sure, sometimes they did, but rarely. So he huffed and grumbled as he rode the elevator up to the fifth floor of some stuffy hotel. Why in God's name would somebody stay in a fancy ass hotel like this and order Domino's?  Probably douchey sorority brothers on summer vacation with Daddy's money. This part of Florida was popular for college kids this time of year. If they're anything like the kids at Indiana State, Harry might have to just apply for cyber next year. 

Harry rolled his eyes as he knocked on room 708 and heard shitty country music blasting from the speakers inside. Watch it be some nasty redneck kid in leather boots and camo answer. Extra points if he's wearing a MAGA hat. Harry tried to prepare himself to smile as the obnoxious frat boy opened the door. But no, an obnoxious frat kid did not answer. In fact, it wasn't a kid at all. Holy fuck.

It was Jared Padalecki.

Harry had to use every muscle in his body not to drop the pizzas, because his knees and arms were so weak. It was Jared Padalecki! He played Sam Winchester in the CW's Supernatural. He had forgot that there was a con in town, but the odds of this being their hotel room...

Harry never told anyone, but he was OBSESSED with Supernatural. It was annoying that there were mostly teenage girls who followed it and not guys, but he still loved it. He had a blog on Tumblr and fan accounts on Twitter and Instagram. They weren't super popular, but they all had a couple hundred followers. 

"You're... You're..." Jared grinned at him, his cheeks rosy and his face looked clammy. He was drunk.

"I'm starving, dude. Bring the pizza in." Harry looked inside in awe, because not only was the hotel room nicer than his house, but Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins were inside. That's it. He died and went to heaven, and now he gets to deliver pizza to his celebrity man crushes. The two were sitting on the couch, talking amongst themselves and watching some news program on the TV.

Keep calm. Don't freak out. You're not gonna bother him. Just politely ask for a picture and leave. 

"How much do I owe ya, kid?" Jared asked. Harry panicked as he fumbled for the receipt.

"Uh, it, uh, ffffifteen ninety-nine." He rushed out. 

Jared really looked at the kid and really recognized the look on his face for the first time. "Oh, my bad, man. Are you a fan?" Harry nodded, still internally freaking out. "I'm sorry, I hadn't realized. I'm a bit, uh, out of it." He turned over to the other two men on the couch and called them over, trying not to embarass Harry when he referred to him as a "fan". Jensen and Misha smiled at Harry, walking over and shaking hands with him.

"Hi, bud, nice to meet you. It's cool that you watch the show." Jensen said. Harry couldn't fight his stupid grin.

"Hi, Jensen. I'm a huge fan. So is my auntie. She comes over every Thursday to watch with me. I'm Harry." The words were fast and a bit mushy, but he was just glad he could physically talk.

Misha greeted him next and complimented his hair. "I love the blue on the end." Harry blushed. His hair was thick and black with tight curls and light blue dyed onto the tops. He thought it was cool, but some of his friends teased him for it when he got it done in April.

"Thanks, Misha. I just gotta say that the stuff you do with charity and all that is really cool. Like, Gish is so awesome."

Misha grinned. "Thanks, Harry." Holy shit, hearing Misha Collins say his name was fucking amazing.