Ashi: Damn it, I had to start over! Freaking Tablet….
Aschlyn: Hey, you just forgot to sa-
Ashi: -Growls- Don't remind me! Ahem, anyway- looks like I've got my first Supernatural fanfiction! And Yes, I'm using another male OC. Why? Because there's too many OFCs in the Supernatural fanfic section! And I wanted an excuse to pull more chick-flick moments.
Aschlyn: In dedication of this, I will be handing the disclaimer reading over to Roland Dandara, who will be staring in "Time Does Strange Things", another SN fanfic.
Roland: -Coughs- DeathhunterAshi does not own Supernatural, nor does she own any obscure references to various video games, Vocaloid, or mentions of different things. Momo-Con is, in fact a real convention in Atlanta, GA and this fanfiction was inspired by DHA's experience, despite only being able to find one Supernatural cosplayer other than herself.
Ashi: Well….uh. Thanks. Let's get started then! As Valvatorez says, "Sardines!"
Aschlyn: Note, this takes place after 3x16 (No Rest for the Wicked) and four months and five days before 4x01 (Lazarus Rising).
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Tip on surviving in the world (2013) #1: Don't talk to Mark Sheppard look-a-likes if they're dressed like Crowley.
Remind me not to talk to cosplayers in suits, especially when they look just like Mark Sheppard. I was taught not to talk to strangers, but being the hard-headed little fuck-tard I am, I accepted his want of taking a picture and answering two very simple questions. Ah, you want to know what happened, right? Well, it goes something or another like this.
You see, I like Supernatural; the series is good, I cried my freaking heart out when Ellen and Jo died and it took a lot of throwing my sanity against the walls of my mind to get me into watching the next seasons. So when Momo-Con came around in March, I took it upon myself to cosplay as Dean Winchester, even though I'm only about 5'10 and I refuse to cut my hair. If only I was a bit taller, than I might've dressed up as Sammy-er, Sam Winchester. Geeze, might as well call him Francis…
Aw, crap-I'm getting off track again writing in this journal, aren't I?
Right, after a rigorous karaoke of "Bad∞End∞Night" and running off the stage with an applause, I left to go back to the Visual Kei panel where my mom was at.
…..What? I can't go to the convention with my mom or something? She was the one who introduced me to the whole "Magical World of Anime, Manga and TV shows". That and I'm not even sixteen years old yet, so screw you otherwise.
So after telling her about my epic karaoke, I went to do the one thing every person in existence must do: use the John. As I walked out of the bathroom after my "relief", I gave a slight smirk; it was fun not having to run around the place trying to put videos on for the entertainment of others for once. That's what I liked about Momo-con; it was the one convention in which I didn't have to work if I didn't want to. So when did everything go to literal hell? When I saw that Crowley cosplayer.
No, no. Not the one from D . Gray-Man, that would've been awesome if I saw someone cosplay as the wimpy vampire. Instead, it was a bona-fied Mark Sheppard-looking guy. And if you're wondering, no-I didn't approach him. I was busy trying to stuff my honorary Link hat into my Herzing University book bag and check the time on my non speaker-functioning (but oddly still able to listen to music on) phone.
"Hello there, would you care to pose for a simple picture? I can't help but notice your costume of Dean Winchester." A British accent said from behind me and I turned around, raising an eyebrow and pointing at myself.
"….Me?" I asked with a dumfounded look on my face.
"If you see any other Dean cosplayers around besides the bloke standing in a leather jacket, of course I meant you." The Crowley cosplayer said and I was too freaking honored to mind that he pulled a better sarcasm quote out of his ass than I usually do.
Knowing my paranoia coming from my dad's side of the family, I probably should've followed my instincts that said not to trust the guy and I simply thought it was just from reading too many Creepypasta stories throughout the months while watching Supernatural in the dark. Meh, at least I know how to salt and burn a poltergeist should anything try to come at me, bro.
"Sure, I'd be glad to! Do ya mind if I could take one of you afterwards? Every single time I tried to ask a Castiel cosplayer for one, he….she….whatever would slip away before I had the chance to ask." I responded with an embarrassed grin on my face, wondering why I even revealed information like that.
"Of course, it wouldn't be a fair deal if I didn't, right?" He said in that dubbed "Crowley voice" and I almost thought it really was the amazing actor I was talking to.
I nodded with that exactly stupid grin on my face before I went towards the 'closed for the convention' bar and pulled out that stupid journal that was grudgingly my favorite color that I was substituting for "John's Journal" and scowled before smirking. Now to other people, they'd probably think I was just some random guy who walked into the convention or for some strange reason Albert Wesker from Resident Evil, but that's to say. Meh, I'm just that random black guy who knows all and laughs insanely, or that could be from trying to impersonate the Medic from Team Fortress 2.
Oh right, getting off topic again. Anyway, after he took his picture(s), I waved him over to the spot where I stood before and took two pictures of him. It was then that I probably should have ran, 'cause shit was just about to hit the fan.
"Tell me, do you believe in the Supernatural? And I mean in the literal sense." The Crowley cosplayer asked and I raised an eyebrow again and tilted my head in confusion.
Well yeah, I do believe in it most of the time, but I usually think that's from paranoia after walking home during the dark and from my own beliefs….
"I'm sorry, you look confused. I meant what would you change in the show if you were there?" He said, though he now had a hint of irritance to his voice.
"H-Huh? You mean like a self-insert and such? Well, I'd probably rather start around the end of season 3 so that I could help Sam with dealing with what happened and stop that bitch Ruby from making Sammy-er, Sam drink demon juice." I responded, closing my eyes in slight frustration as I grudgingly remember the….sex scene with Sam and Ruby and slumped visually. Hell, I would probably punch the guy into the wall just from dealing with a demon!
"Let's see…..what if you were to take Dean's place after he was made into a Hellhound's chew toy?" He asked again and my eyes snapped open.
Take…..Dean's…..PLACE?! Hell no, no one could take Dean Winchester's place with a willing smile and even if they could, it just wouldn't be the same!
"I don't think I'd want to take Dean's place, willing or not. That, and I don't want to run into hellhounds after that close call when I was younger." I said with a hesitant laugh from not only feeling nervous, but also from thinking about the possibly rabid female pit-bull from when I was eight.
"Well, would you look at the time? I gotta hurry up and get back before my mom starts to go searching for me! Thanks for the pictures!" I responded after a while and did the one thing everyone says not to in every situation, turn my back.
"Well then, what if I said that becoming a replacement was nonnegotiable?" I heard him say and I quickly picked up my book-bag and leather jacket, getting ready to walk away before I heard several growls come from behind.
"Sic him, girls." The Crowley cosplayer said and my eyes widened.
Before I could even yell out anything, an invisible force slammed into the small of my back and forcibly throws me to the ground. I managed to pull a pained shout out of my throat when I felt sharp claws rip down my back, the soft fabric of both my button up and T-shirt not slowing it down at all. I could smell its acrid breath from down here and everything fucking BURNED. My hands still held stubbornly onto my items and I just wanted to let them go, but I couldn't and god damn it, stop the fucking pain!
"You….You've got to be kidding me. All I do is go to the bathroom and I get cornered by a punk-ass Crossroads Demon….so not cool…This is the biggest fourth wall breaking I've ever been included in…" I said hoarsely, coughing out blood as the hellhound snarled and pushed its claws into the small of my back, making more blood gush out.
"Nah ah ah, was that punk-ass Crossroads Demon. If you were watching properly, then you would know that I'm the King of Hell now. I'll be nice for once and yet you help dear ol' Sammy, Vincent. Of course with that mouth, you're more like Dean than anything else." The Crowley-no, freaking Crowley himself said and I felt like something was dragging me through an extremely thin tube that humans should not be able to fit through.
The next thing I knew, I was harshly thrown on the ground landing on my back and the pain made me see stars from a moment. Ahh….damn it, so that's how it feels to be slashed up by Hellhound?
"Ah…..fuck, it hurts…" I managed to mumble out as the black spots in my vision began to darken and the pain made everything hypersensitive.
Before I passed out, I could've swore I heard someone yell as they want up to me and grabbed my wrist that was still holding the leather jacket….
Hmm, what will happen to Vincent now? I made a guess on the timelines from when Dean was killed and Momo-Con before, but when it's a time-skip or something-it'll look like this: "5/16/2008 (~) 3/9/2013" there was meant to be a greater than symbol means that Vincent has crossed over to another timeline or a certain amount of time has passed.
Well, that's all I have to say for now, this is DeathhunterAshi, signing out! Ja ku ne!