yeah
by the way
Chuck is fine
one of the perks of this AU
and i seriously have too much shit to do on saturday so update time is sunday now
also ive been to one con and only for an hour so this is kinda inaccurate
also i merged chap 2 & three because that was an awkward chapter break
Dean was driving when the call came in. It came from his other, other cell, as he said in the voicemail-thingy.
Taking his eyes off the road for no more than a second, Dean opened the glove compartment and grabbed the flip-phone from underneath a stack of master cards and fake badges.
"'Ello. Dean speaking. Who is this?" The voice that replied caused the hunter to pull over before he ran into a tree.
"Chuck? I th- Cas said you were probably dead!" The prophet said something along the lines of "angel shit on my ribs" and began explaining why he called.
'Mkay. So a few fans decided to pull together another convention. With a lot of people. Like, 1k, a lot.' Dean opened his mouth, preparing to speak, before Chuck interrupted him. 'Yes. I want you to come. It's in California. I'll text you the details. Be there by day after tomorrow. And I had a vision of you here, so don't even try to avoid coming.'
Dean hissed and slammed the phone shut when the dial tone sounded. Across the friggin country to California it is. But first, he had a call to make.
Castiel was in the forest again when the prayer came. 'Yo, Cas, you got your ears on? If ya do, I need you to meet me in California.' Cas's attention turned to the Winchester as he rattled off the address of the convention center. With a though, he was there.
And the one and only Chuck was standing in front of him.
"Chuck?" The angel's tone was as surprised as it could get. The prophet whipped around, startled, at the sudden presence of the trench-coat clad man behind him.
"C-Castiel? How did you find me?" Chuck's eyes were wide with surprise and the slightest light of fear danced within them.
"I didn't. Dean sent me here. I thought you were dead." Chuck chuckled and shook his head.
"Just go the angel warding crap Sam and Dean had tattooed onto my back." Cas raised an eyebrow. Must look weird to have Enochian inked permanently into your back.
"So why did Dean send me here? I'm assuming you'd know." The prophet's gaze dropped and he chuckled again.
"A fan put together another convention. I decided Dean and Sam should probably come. Didn't know you'd be here, though." A nod from the angel.
"You do know Sam's dead, right? Even I can't get him out of where he is now, and trust me, I tried." Chuck opened his mouth to speak, though nothing came out. The prophet was speechless.
"W-what do you mean, Sam's dead?" Castiel sighed and shook his head.
"Exactly what I said. I can't get him out of where he is. I can't even find him. I don't know if he's in heaven or hell or what. He might even be in purgatory for all we know, even though it's unlikely." Cas sighed. "Try not to mention it around Dean. He's still not over it." Chuck nodded, a solemn expression overtaking his features.
"So what is this convention you're talking about?" Chuck turned back around to face the large glass building.
"It's where fans of things gather in a big place like this and buy stuff and talk and things like that. It's actually really fun. This one has a cosplay contest. You and Dean should really enter, you'd win without even trying." Cas hummed and nodded.
"Well, uh, I have stuff to do, so why don't you walk around for a while and look at stuff? The con doesn't start until tomorrow." Another nod from the angel.
22 hours later. 9:35 am. Start of the second SupernaturalCon.
Dean groaned as he pulled into the convention center's parking only to see multiples of his car. Again. God, these fans were annoying. And, as usual, there were multiple dickheads wearing leather jackets, trench coats, and denim-ish jackets.
He hadn't heard from Cas, but he assumed he'd be here, because, well, angel.
It took some navigating to get to the front door where everyone was entering from, and a shitton of time to get through the line. Luckily, Chuck was there to ok him so he didn't have to waste an hour getting a ticket.
"So what's this all about?" Dean growled to the prophet, eyes narrowing at the overweight trench-coated neckbeard man who had just winked at him.
"It was a fan. A very rich, very powerful fan." Dean sighed, irritated, "Is Cas here?" He asked. Chuck nodded. "He was looking around yesterday. Don't know where he is now."
Just as he spoke, they both heard the sound of flapping wings and suddenly the angel was behind them. Both the prophet and the hunter whipped around, startled, when Castiel tapped both of their shoulders simultaneously.
"Dammit, Cas! If you're gonna flap in, do it in front of us, not behind us!"
Chuck let out a low laugh at Dean's reaction. Dean responded by glaring at him. Castiel cleared his throat.
"Dean? This is confusing me. Why are there so many people dressing up like us?" Dean shrugged and looked at Chuck. The prophet scoffed in an "it's not my fault" sort of way.
"So, uh, I have to go to a panel. Have fun and don't shoot anyone." And with that, Chuck was turning around and walking away. Dean raised an irritated eyebrow and turned to Cas.
"What now?" Castiel furrowed his brow.
"He said there was a cosplay contest. He also said we'd win without even trying." A sigh from Dean, and then a reluctant 'fine' and they were on their way to the room it was in.
They got there just as people were being seated to watch and the last-minute contestants were entering. 'Remember The Name' was playing in the background, probably from some dude who hooked up his phone to the speakers on the stage.
Dean smirked. "Wow. Looks like we have some worthy competition," he said, eyeing a genderbent version of himself. Castiel raised an eyebrow and began heading towards the person holding the sign up clipboard thing.
When they got there, the line was only three people so the wait was relatively short-lived. When they got to the front, the girl (who was apparently trying to cosplay as Charlie) hummed in approval when they wrote down their names before saying a quick "good luck, even though you won't need it" and ushered them to the stage. They were the last ones to enter, and therefore the last ones to go.
The first cosplayer to go was a slightly chubby female Castiel with too-bright contacts. Castiel scoffed and folded his arms, something Dean would've done, but he was too busy eyeing the next, a curvy, tan, almost-redheaded female version of him. There were several catcalls when she came up, did a hair-flip, and whipped around to go back to backstage.
The third was a short Sam with black contacts and a serrated demon-blade look-alike made of foam and drenched in dark red paint. The fourth, fifth, and sixth were Dean, Sam, and Cas. The Castiel had little white wings strapped onto his back.
The rest were some other non-major characters like Charlie, Balthazar, Uriel, and even a Lucifer.
And then they were called. "John and Mike Smith?" Called the woman, using the first aliases that came to mind when she asked for their names. Dean nodded to Cas and began his walk to the stage.
He had no idea why he was doing this, but he heard the prize was fifty bucks and a gift card to a place that sold Philly cheesecakes, so hey, why not.
Him and Cas were the only partner display, and the only ones who had the tattoos. When Dean pulled the collar of his shirt down and Cas lifted up his shirt to reveal their tattoos, they got a surprising amount of cheers, the loudest being from a group of girls near the front.
And then it was over. The judges were discussing winners, and ten minutes later, their aliases were said again and they walked up to collect the prize.
An hour later, Dean and Castiel were chilling out at one of the tables in the food court, with Dean on the laptop looking at fanfiction and Cas was reading one of the books. They had gotten many compliments and a few phone numbers, and Dean actually planned on calling a few of them.
And then there was Cas, who had been swarmed by that group of girls, all asking for photos and giving him their skypes and tumblrs and some shit like that. One of them actually asked to get a 'destiel' picture of them kissing. Dean objected but Cas pulled him over and kissed his cheek long enough for the girl to get a picture. When they were out of sight, he was gone. Ten minutes later, the angel was back, hair and face wet as if he had dived into an ocean while he was out. Knowing him, he probably had.
They'd gone to the last 20 minutes of a panel, and that turned out to be boring as shit. Something about UFO's and alien feces.
So they came to the food court, where Dean got one of the best burgers he'd had since Philadelphia and Cas got a cup of coffee for some reason.
Absolutely nothing was happening besides a few groups of people walking around and talking about the books when a familiar face slid into a chair next to Dean.
"Hey Dean!" She said, a huge grin on her face. "And is this Cas, I wonder?" She asked, glancing at the angel.
Dean groaned and Cas tensed. "Becky, why are you here?"
"Well, because it's a SupernaturalCon! Why wouldn't I? Where's Sammy?" Dean sent her a death glare and went back to his laptop. "Uhm.. Cas?" The angel sighed and glanced at Dean.
"Sam is dead. Even I don't know where he is." Becky gaped, eyes widening.
"O-oh my god. I-is De-are you okay, Dean?" She stuttered, eyes moistening. Dean proceeded to ignore her and pack up his laptop.
"Cas, we're going." Castiel cast an apologetic glance at the blonde and slid the book over to her before getting up and following Dean out of the convention center.
They were on the road within ten minutes. They had managed to push their way out and find the car with ease, to both Dean and Cas's surprise. They were heading straight to the bunker, not even bothering to check out of their empty hotel room.