You stood in line for autographs, waiting for the person in front of you to finish asking their question as the boys signed their picture and answered. A moment passed and you mindlessly stepped forward with a photo op picture in your hand.
"Hi, how are you?" Jared greeted brightly, taking the picture from your hand. He laughed, remembering the cute request you had for it.
"Hey, short stack." Jensen commented with a warm smile. You smiled serenely, leaning against the counter.
"Aloha, mi amigos. Je m'appelle [Reader]." Sudden silence fell over you, the boys and surrounding crowd, a distant horrified expression washing over your features. You closed your eyes and held up your hand to stop them before they said anything. "I'm going to be very honest. After I said that, my brain just went, in a very calm voice might I add," feigning a Russian accent, you continued. "But, we don't even know German."
Jensen fell to the floor behind the stand in hysterics, Jared doubling over as he clutched his stomach. Misha looked at you three curiously and made his way over to you, the surrounding fans laughing boisterously. "What in the hell just happened over here?"
You raised your hand slowly, smiling impishly. "I did apparently."
Misha laughed huskily, shaking his head as he looked down to Jensen and helped him up. Jared finally calmed down enough to ask you a question. "On- On a scale of one to ten, how tired are you?"
He cackled, trying to fight the grin that curled at the corners of his mouth. You tilted your head slightly, brows raised as you massaged the bridge of your nose. An bashful smile appeared on your profile. "Fifteen. Send help."
You hung your head sheepishly, carding your fingers through your hair. "At this point, I don't know if I need twenty shots of whiskey, an eighteen hour nap, or seven million hugs."
"Eighteen hours is a mild coma!" Jared exclaimed, an affronted expression on his features. "And I think it's too early for alcohol, [Reader]."
You sighed dreamily, smiling faintly. "A mild coma sounds nice." You glanced at your phone then, checking the time. "I don't think it's early. I think it's very late at night."
Jensen laughed gruffly, shaking his head as he tore his gaze away from you and let it rest on Jared. "Dude, I think she's going to have a comeback for everything you say."
"I might. Who knows." You shrug, laughing huskily. "I had a very serious question, you know. I don't think it matters."
"It always matters." Jared chuckled, suddenly leaning over and picking you up. He dropped you into a chair, a rather frantic expression washing over your profile. "But you seriously need a nap. So, you're going to sit right there."
You turned your affronted gaze to Jensen, blinking idly. "Curse me for having a tangled tongue and an exhausted mind."
You adjusted yourself in the chair, crisscrossing your legs and folding your arms over your chest. Jensen laughed boisterously, laying his jacket over you.
This one...is well, more lighthearted than the last. I hope you all have enjoyed both and I hope you all are having a lovely day/night, wherever you are.
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Foxtrot xoxo