Excitement filled my entire body as I stared at the screen with anticipation.
'The road so far.' I read with a smile.
"Carry on my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done." I sang along, squeezing my pillow with anticipation. I could hear my mother laughing in the next room. It was the season finale of season 5, and I was excited.
"Sing it, Cam!" My mom yelled.
"Shut up!" I yelled back, my cheeks now tinted with pink.
"Love you too!" That was the last I heard.
"Cas... My chest! It HURTS!" I watched as Castiel exploded from just a snap of Lucifers fingers. "Bad Lucy! BAD!"
Tears filled my eyes and I was sobbing by the time the credits were rolling.
"Dean's not supposed to stop hunting! And Sams in the pit, and Cas is WHO KNOWS WHERE!" My mom walked in with a concerned look on her face.
"Uh... You okay?" She asked hesitantly.
"NO!" I screamed and covered my face with a blanket.
I shrunk away from people in the hallways. I could see their judgmental looks; I wasn't blind.
"Look its that super-FREAK!" Someone yelled in my ear. Tears swelled in my eyes, but it wasn't the same kind as when I'm watching Supernatural. This time I'm hurt, and my self esteem was plummeting. With a soft sniffle I rushed to the empty room that's used for GSA (Gay Straight Alliance) and began to cry.
Every since I discovered Supernatural, I was hooked. As strange as it seemed, it kept me from killing myself a long time ago. I'm not some crazy fangirl. I felt right when I watched them, and instead of my heart aching about feeling bad myself, it hurt when I would see Sam or Dean crying.
With a deep breath I wiped my eyes and rushed out of the GSA room only to smack into someone. My Monday was going swimmingly.
"S-sorry... I w-wasn't paying a-attention." I stuttered my apology and started to walk away when the person spoke.
"You dropped this." I turned to grab whatever it was when I locked eyes with a sea of green.