**We know we don't own Supernatural, but we own our thoughts…*we all smile widely*… which most include SPN guys!** This story is purely for FUN! It stems from ideas in multiple e-mails between myself and fellow fanfic writer Charlene D.!
There that's done. Only putting it up once because we all already know the regular blah-blah-blah-blah-blah that goes along with it.
I am not the only writer on this story! So the official writers are:
ais541890 - Me! Yay!
Charlene D. - My very good friend, check out her stories! They're all sorts of FUN Charlie-TASTIC-NESS!
and
Sammy-Girl - AKA my sis, who doesn't have an account on here, but totally should because she's an awesome writer!
On another note, none of us have actually been to a Supernatural Convention, so we're going off of videos on YouTube and other people's experiences that were linked through the 'supernaturalwiki(dot)com' website! Enjoy our fun fangirl thoughts!
~Crazy Fangirl Adventures: Mission: Winchesters~
Somewhere in Pennsylvania:
Let's just say I'm a huge fan of Supernatural. Okay so I don't own every single piece of merchandise from the show or even much at all, but it has given me a lot more than many memories. Great memories that have made my days much more enjoyable. Proudly a Dean-girl, but support all the characters. Except Ruby, Cassie,… and Anna,… Oh and Lisa AKA Gumby Girl. That's just me, don't like it tough doo-doo, poopy head. Anyway Jensen Ackles,…ahh, the man is just too loveable to ignore. He's very easy on the eyes, can act (especially with those gorgeous green eyes), he can sing so beautifully. A deep slightly raspy-ish singing voice that made me swoon the first time I heard it clearly. He's so shy about singing in public. He prefers to stay out of the public eye unlike other stupid celebrities. I digress, I simply adore the man, no need to say anymore.
So I let my friends know that my sister and I were going to be going to the next Supernatural Convention. Those in my daily life and those on every site that I have an account on. On one of the sites a friend said he was going too. We were both excited for different reasons. Me just to see the actors. Yes, I am admittedly a Supernatural Convention Virgin. He was excited because he was a "reporter of sorts" and this would please his boss. Plus he loved the show for it's drama. I knew there were male fans, but never actually met one before. It's sorta like not believing in ghosts until you actually see one.
We talked for hours on end and said we'd meet-up at the event. Each of us just had icons from the show sat as our pictures on the site we used to communicate. So we decided to wear our screen-names on the back of our shirts much like jerseys. About two weeks before the event he said his boss refused to let him wear his screen-name. To identify each other we determined after many thoughts, that we'd meet on Saturday during the Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles panel, and tell each what we'd wear. He said he'd wear very worn in holey jeans and a simple black button down shirt with a little white flower stitched onto the left breast pocket. My outfit was simple light blue jeans, black boots, and a bright green shirt with a bright neon orange sticker on the left shoulder. I was stoked to meet him because he seemed really nice, genuine, and he had such a great grasp onto what the show was about. I wanted to be able to sit down and have an in-depth conversation about the show.
"Wow, this place is huge." I said to my sister, Stephany.
"With as big a show as Supernatural is, they should have gone bigger." she replied.
"True." I laughed then we went to our room and got settled in, kinda. We more or less acted like giddy teenage girls when we're both in our 20s. Leave it to the hotties of Supernatural to reduce us to squealing. Sad news was that us fangirls wouldn't get to see the Winchesters' actors until tomorrow. We went to every panel we could and got a picture with every cast member that was there.
"Did you hear from 'dallasWINchesTER06' yet?" Steph asked.
"No, but cell reception sucks up here." I explained trying to find more than a single bar reception once we made it back to our room Friday night.
"Think he'll even show?" she asked skeptically.
"He said…" I started.
"He typed." she corrected.
"Alright, TYPED…" I over emphasized to satisfy her correction sarcastically, "that it was for a report for his boss."
"Okay whatever. Goodnight." she said climbing into bed
"Night." I replied.
The next day, Saturday around 1:30 p.m., we walked into the main room, which is where all the panels where being held.
"Only half an hour early no biggie." Steph shrugged. "Least we get front row."
"So brave all of a sudden?" I asked with a chuckle. "Yesterday we were in the seventh row and you freaked out how close to Misha we were."
"That was yesterday and…" she started.
"Girls, you can't be in here yet." a security guard said near the entrance.
"Oh sorry." we said leaving the room disappointed.
When we were allowed back into the room, it had already been half filled with many behind us.
"Okay so how much do you know about this guy reporter?" Steph asked.
"Black shirt, jeans, and…" I started.
"I got that much. I mean, age? Hair? Eye color?" she clarified.
"Nope, brownish blond, and nope." I answered her questions respectively.
"Excuse me, Miss?" a security guard said seeming to look at me.
"Me?" I asked after looking behind me, but saw a few empty seats.
"Yes, you. Come here." he said sternly.
My sister looked at me and questioned, "What did you do now?" with her eyes.
I simple shrugged to her as I made my way to the end of the aisle, "Did I do something wrong? Because I don't think I did anything wrong." I laughed nervously.
"Just follow me." he said not giving me a choice by grabbing my arm and pulling me along.
"What? No!" I said slipping out of his grip, pulling my arm back. "What is this about?"
The guy glared at me and looked to the sticker on my shirt.
"What? I can't wear this? Why?" I said defensively.
"You can wear it, but…" he started.
"Is there a problem here?" Steph asked standing beside me.
"Yes." I said as he said, "No." We glared at each other.
"Well make a decision." she said.
"There isn't a problem. She is needed for a panel." the security guard said.
"For a panel?" we both asked.
"I'm not part of the show. I'm just a fan here for the convention." I explained almost flattered.
"You are needed for a panel." he insisted pulling me along with a death grip on my arm to the backstage area. "Just wait in this room. They'll be here shortly."
"Who?"
"Just wait and see." he said annoyed closing the door.
"If I miss the panel, I'm gonna be pissed." I shouted through the door.
Ten minutes later a very frantic busy looking woman came in and escorted me back to my seat yelling at the security guard the entire way about how much of an imbecile he was. Oh and how incompetent he was too.
"Sorry about the mix-up."
"You're lucky I didn't miss the panel." I glared at her.
"Enjoy the panel." she said before yelling at yet another security guard.
"What was that about?" Steph asked.
"They had me wait in a room backstage before bringing me back out."
"See any guys matching his description?" she asked changing the subject.
"No." I said overlooking the crowd and checking out the few guys that were there. None of them wore the black button down shirt with a white flower stitched on the left breast pocket and had the brownish blond hair. There was one that had the shirt, but really, really blond hair. He looked at me and smiled, then quickly turned and put his arm around the girl sitting next to him. He spoke with what I believe was a British accent. dallasWINchesTER06 was from Dallas, Texas; so British accent guy wasn't him.
The host for the convention announced that the next panel was Jared and Jensen's panel.
Steph turned to me and asked, "Why does he think we're here?"
The guys came out and the crowd erupted with cheers and screams, but I was slightly upset that he hadn't come. I wasn't going to let him get in my way of having a good time. Jared and Jensen looked hot as always.
"Hey Jensen's wearing a black button down shirt with the little white flower. Think it might be him?" she teased.
"Shut up." I smiled backhanding her arm.
"Go ask a question." she smiled nudging my arm with her elbow.
"What would I ask?" I glared at her.
"Ask if they could bring back any character, demon or human; who they'd bring back." she said.
"Alright, but I hate you for making me do this. I'm nervous and if I horribly mess up making a fool of myself, I will mess you up so bad." I pointed at her. I stood in the smallest line nervously fidgeting with my fingers. After 20 minutes I was near the front of the line a few people back, third in line to ask. The guys turned to the girl in line to ask a question next. I looked to my feet because the bright light on the girl blinded me.
"He looked at you and pointed." the woman behind me whispered in my ear.
"Huh?" I asked turning to her confused.
"Jared, he pointed you out to Jensen." she explained better smiling.
"Nah, he was probably pointing out someone else." I laughed nervously.
"Look." she said moving her eyes towards the stage. Jared was answering the question and Jensen smiled at me.
I looked back to the woman blushing, "He's so hot. Guh! I can't take it." I hid my face in my hands.
"You'll do fine just remember to breathe." she said.
Ten minutes later it was my turn.
"Hi." Jensen smiled at me as Jared just looked on smiling ready to hear my question.
"Hi." I said nervously. "My question is…"
"I like the bright green shirt and bright neon orange sticker." Jensen said then winked at me.
I laughed lightly blushing, 'So killing Steph.' I thought to myself. "Uhh,.." I started again.
"Do you know there's a sticker on your shirt?" he asked smiling.
"Yeah, I know it's there." I said covering the sticker with my fingers.
"What's your question?" the host said annoyed, Jensen and Jared glared at the guy ticked with his attitude so far.
"Go ahead ask your question." Jared said kindly and Jensen nodded.
"If you could bring back any character, whether they be monster or human, dead or alive; who would you bring back? This is for both of you to answer." I said.
After some joking around they both answered that they would bring back John Winchester because he'd give a good twist to everything. Then for the monster Jared said simple ghost salt and burn cases and Jensen said a Tulpa.
"Does that satisfy your question?" Jensen smiled at me.
"Yeah thanks." I smiled returning to my seat.
"Happy?" I asked Steph.
"Are you happy? Jensen flirted with you!" she smiled poking my side.
"No he didn't, shut up." I blushed. "But it was nice." I smiled widely.
The panel was over 20 minutes later and dallasWINchesTER06 didn't show up. I was disappointed, but who cares Jensen smiled at me. We each have photo-ops with Jensen and Jared separately and then together. The schedule was switched to have the double photo-op first. Me and Steph went in together on that one. Then the Jared photo-op was right after, followed by Jensen's. For my one on one with Jensen I walked in nervous as hell.
"Hey it's you again, sticker girl." he smiled upon seeing me.
"Yeah." I laughed nervously blushing, yet again.
"How do you want to do this?" he asked licking his lips. Every time he does it on TV or in interviews I go dumb, this was no exception. I wound up staring at him for a moment before answering that I didn't know. He thought about that for a little moment. "Okay." he stood up from the stool he was sitting on to move behind me.
"Jensen you have to be sitting." Cliff, the guys' body guard said.
"Why is that a rule anyway?" Jensen asked him ignoring the request. "Take this picture." he told the photographer while putting his arms around my waist pulling me back closer to him. I probably smiled like an idiot. Once the photo was taken he let go and sat back down on the stool. "What's the sticker for?" he asked smiling hugely.
"I was supposed to meet a friend here, but he didn't show." I explained.
"A friend, huh?" he smirked. "What was he…" he started.
"NEXT!" the photographer yelled. "Miss you need to move along."
"Okay, bye." I waved trying to sneak out quietly, but I stumped my foot on the door to exit. "Ugh,…you're such a dork." I said to myself.
A few minutes later, Steph came out with a few friends. One said to me, "Girl, he was totally checking you out as you left."
"Yeah,…okay." I laughed it off.
"Seriously." Nicole added.
"Whatever. I made a dork of myself as I left." I pouted.
"Being checked out by Jensen Ackles trumps making a dork of yourself." Nicole smiled. "Right Steph?"
"Yes, and Jared said I was cute, so I'm on cloud 1 million, 2 zillion, 480 gazillion, 730..."
"We get the idea." Nicole laughed. "Later on is the Richard Speight/Trickster panel, you coming?"
"Yeah." we both answered excitedly.
The Richard Speight/Trickster panel was hilarious we were all having a great time from the moment it started to this moment, half way through; the panel. He had his panel crashed earlier by Misha once again bringing up the whole orange underwear story. We all laughed hysterically at this interaction.
"Hey, how's the panel?" a man's voice said beside me. I looked over at the guy quickly not getting much detail except that he was wearing a beanie and sunglasses.
"Uhh, Misha crashed it earlier and the underwear story came up." I said. "Freaking hilarious."
He laughed, "Are you ais541890?"
I looked at the guy again noticing very worn-in holey jeans and a simple black button down shirt with a little white flower on the left breast pocket. "Yeah, are you dallasWINchesTER06?"
"Yep." he smiled and pulled the sunglasses down a bit revealing green eyes.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "This is a joke right? Which one of my friends put you up to this?" I asked Jensen.
"No one, I'm dallasWINchesTER06." he smiled.
"Jensen!" Richard said over the microphone and a spotlight found it's way to him blinding the both of us. "Get your ass up here. You know I'm tired of everyone crashing my panel." he joked.
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
The annoying alarm went off indicating that the day was finally here.
'The day that I am no longer a Supernatural Convention Virgin.' Amanda thought to herself smiling as she slapped the alarm to turn it off.
"This is gonna be fun, if it's anything like my dream." she giggled walking to the bedroom next to hers to wake-up her sister.