When I'd managed to get my head round things, the first thing I did was look at Dean and say, "you're a real dick."
Sam, Chuck and Becky all burst out laughing but Dean just scowled at me, his arms crossed.
"So, everything's real? Man, I'm so sorry about your dad."
"It's okay," Sam looked down at me, his eyes soft.
Dean looked at him and thought something seemed 'off' about his brother, almost like he was in love with me, but that was ridiculous, right?
"Listen, everything is okay. Erm, this is a bit awkward with these guys here but if you want, I can take you to get a drink and explain things, tell you everything."
I looked at Sam and raised my eyebrow. He was really asking me out?
"I ain't interested, sorry. You're just, you're not . . .I ain't into pretty boys," I shook my head and stood. "Erm . . .I really think I should go and lie down. You obviously have the ways to find out what hotel room I'm in if you need me."
I looked at Dean and then at Sam, who now had a heartbroken look on his face, and walked to the door, throwing a smile at Becky and Carver . . .Chuck, as I left.
When I was gone, Sam dropped down to the bed.
"I thought now she knew everything was real she'd say yes, that she'd want to go for a drink with me but . . .she doesn't even like me."
"Sammy, what is wrong with you? She's just a girl, dude, forget about her," Dean frowned at his brother.
"Yeah, I guess, I just, I guess I just kinda liked her, you know, even though I've only just met her," Sam shrugged and tried to take Dean's advice and forget about me.
In my hotel room, everything kept going round and round in my head.
Sam and Dean Winchester. REAL. Bobby Singer. REAL. Ghosts and vampires and demons and angels. REAL. Oh god, that meant Dean had really been to hell.
This convention was turning into more than I had ever even imagined and my head was starting to throb so I picked up my hotel key and headed down to the bar, prepared to drink away the confusion and start processing everything tomorrow.
While I was sat in the bar, I kept looking at all the Deans and Sams and wondering what they would do if they knew all the books were actually real, if they knew Sam and Dean were real people.
My whole life was going to be different now that I knew monsters were real, I could only think 'thank god I read the books, I know how to protect myself with salt and holy water.'
I shook my head and gulped the whiskey I was drinking, enjoying the burn, and then ordered another


The night passed much the same, with no one bothering me and things blurring together until I woke up the next morning in my room, the sun shining through the opened curtains.
I groaned and rubbed my face, deciding that I couldn't stay here now that I knew all this was real, I couldn't watch the fans and listen to Chuck on stage with the same innocence anymore so I was going to go and get breakfast, come back and pack my things, then leave.
I groaned to myself, again, when I entered the dining room and saw people already dressed as Dean and Sam.
After grabbing some cereal and toast, I chose a table right at the back, away from everyone else.
But not far enough.
"Hi Sherrie!" Becky's loud voice vibrated through my still-shaky skull.
I watched her sit down and just smiled at her.
"It's good to have someone else know that the books are, you know, real," she whispered the end.
"I still can't believe it, I mean . . .Anyway, how are things with you and Chuck?" I asked her.
"Well, I spent the night with him last night and we seem to have really hit things off," Becky answered me, practically bouncing in her seat. "Good for you," I said and took a bite of my toast.
"I know, I can't believe it, he's so amazing."
"Hey, do you mind if I sit with you guys?" A male voice asked and when I looked up to see who it was, Sam was already sitting himself down without waiting for an answer.
"Where's Dean?" I asked.
"Oh, you know, spent the night with a fan, making the most of all the Dean girls," Sam smiled at me. "So, how are you feeling?"
"Still overwhelmed."
I reached over to get a napkin and Sam literally lurched forward to get it so he could pass it over to me.
"Err, yeah, thanks," I said, taking it and his face fell a little.
"Are you a Dean girl or a me girl?" Sam asked, trying to make light of it by laughing.
"I thought your brother was supposed to be the manwhore. Sorry Sam, but like I said yesterday, I'm not interested. There are hundreds of girls here that would literally fall at your feet, even at fake Sams feet so go for one of them, yeah? I'm gonna go and get some orange juice," I said and made my way to the counter.
When I was gone, Sam started playing with a napkin.
"I like her so much, I don't even know why, I mean I don't even know her, I just . . .I can't stop thinking about her. It's driving me crazy. There are demons and Leviathan and Lilith to worry about but all I can think about is her."
Becky looked at Sam and an idea popped into her head.
Before coming to the convention, she'd already met Chuck and fell for him but he didn't feel the same so she went to extremes to get some elixr from a witch to make him fall in love with her and she still had some of the elixr left.
"Sam," Becky said, lifting her bag onto her lap. "If you really want her, I have this."
She pulled the little glass bottle out and handed it to him.
"It will make her fall in love with you, you can be happy with her. Look how happy Chuck is with me. If you want her so badly, just slip this into her drink and she's yours."
The hunter side of Sam should have kicked in but just the words 'and she's yours' pushed it aside.
He knew it wasn't like him to consider something like this but just the thought of leaving here and not seeing me again made him feel so depressed, he'd rather get chewed up by hellhounds.
Sam looked over his shoulder at me and reached for the elixr bottle, hiding it in his jacket pocket.
Before Becky could tell Sam that the elixr would wear off in just two weeks and to get hold of her before then, I came back with my orange juice, interrupting them.
"You still here?" I asked Sam.
"Hey, I really think I could do with something to eat," Becky said as I opened my drink. "Come with me, yeah, come with me now we're friends!"
"Okay," I took a deep breath, trying to deal with all her energy.
I stood back up and Becky said to Sam, "we'll only be a minute."
It was enough for Sam to know she had asked me to come with her to give him time to slip the elixr into my drink.
Sam walked until me and Becky were a fair distance away before shuffling closer to my drink and pulling the elixir out, unscrewing it and taking a deep breath, he ran everything through his mind to make sure he was making the right decision.
It physically hurt his chest to even me not being with me so he hovered the glass bottle over my orange juice and poured.
At first, Sam was worried about the purple tint the elixir gave the juice but it seemed to dissolve before I got back.
Like me, Becky had chosen toast and cereal and when I sat back in my seat, I turned my head to look at Sam, slowly and suspiciously.
"Did you . . .move my chair closer to yours?"
"What? Err . . .no-no I didn't. Your chair must have moved-you must have moved it when-when you got up," Sam stuttered and smiled at me. "Or maybe you-"
"Don't even suggest it cos it's never going to happen," I pointed at him and then stood up. "Becky, I'll try and find you before I leave but I need to go and back."
I grabbed my orange juice and the pair of them watched me walk away drinking it.
Sam sat there, his chest hurting and starting to worry about me leaving.
"Did you pour it in?" Becky asked, looking at him and his face painted with pain.
"Yeah," he said, his voice just above a whisper.
"Then you have nothing to worry about Sam, next time she sees you everything will change," she rubbed his arm and smiled at him.
Sam sat there silently, hoping she was right and Becky watched me leave, knowing the next time I saw Sam everything would be different.