You pout in the back seat as Dean speeds through the night towards a place called Pineview. Apparently, there is a guy who is a "prophet of the Lord" and he was the one who texted Dean last night. Whoever Chuck is, he's going to pay for making you miss a great opportunity. He better be freaking dying. As the Impala drives up into the parking lot, you smirk. Chuck has used his prophet skills to make graphic novels about Sam and Dean, best sellers. Dean and Sam stare in confusion at the line of Impalas that are also parked in the lot.

Stepping out of the car, you hear Dean curse under his breath. It's obvious that Prophet Chuck has made his best seller into a cult. This is a convention, it has to be. You'd put your money on it. You follow the guys towards the building where a guy is nervously pacing back and forth. His eyes see Sam and Dean, and a surprised look covers his face. You sense that he did not ask the guys to be here. You also sense someone close by with high energy.

"What are you doing here?" Chuck asks anxiously.

"You texted me saying there was a life or death situation going on," Dean is pissed.

Chuck's eyes widen. "I didn't text you."

"Are you kidding me, Chuck?" Dean steps closer to him, and Chuck stumbles back. "We drove all night just to get here."

You notice how angry Dean is. You can feel that his anger isn't about driving all the way here, there's something else he's pissed about. It's probably the same reason you are. Chuck curses at himself as that high energy comes closer. A girl comes running outside; obviously a fan of Chuck's work. Her eyes light up as they land on Sam. Maybe Sam will get some action finally.

After a while of bumping into plenty of Sam and Dean wannabes, you begin to get bored. You grab a beer from one of the coolers in the room and sit at a table, waiting for Sam and Dean to figure things out. A guy in a leather jacket sits next to you and smiles. He's cute in a way, but he doesn't measure up to the hunter he's dressed up to be.

"Hey sweet thang," he clears his throat. "Who are you supposed to be?"

You smile and it makes him turn red. "My name is Kate, I am Bobby's daughter."

"Oh cool! An original character," he scoots closer thinking that you are role playing. "What's she like?"

You can see the real Dean staring at you from across the room out of the corner of your eye. It's time to have some wholesome fun. You dip your head at the bookworm and place your hand on his lap. You lean in to his ear and whisper gently.

"Can you do me a huge favor?"

"A-a-anything…"

"Help me get my boyfriend jealous?"

"Sure, what do I have to do?"

You lean back in your chair and laugh like the kid just told you a joke. You quietly tell the fake Dean just to flirt and go along with what you do. He nods like a bobble head and shines his surprisingly white and straight teeth at you.

"You want to know more about me…my character?" you say winking.

He props his head on the table on his arm and nods. "I'd love to."

"Well, my character is absolutely in love with Dean Winchester."

His eyes light up. "Really?"

You see the real Dean walking towards the table, but pretend not to. "She really wants to fu-"

"Kate!" Dean's annoyed deep voice makes you smile. "Can I talk to you?"

"Hey, buddy," the role playing Dean stands up. "We are talking here."

Dean's eyes stare daggers at the kid. "Not anymore."

Dean grabs your hand roughly and pulls you out of the chair. You mouth thank you at the guy and wave as Dean drags you into the lobby. He keeps a tight grip on your hand as he turns around to glare at you. Grinning, you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek quickly. His eyes look your face up and down and settle on your lips.

Just as he is about to kiss you, the energetic girl runs up to Dean. "Ooh, the LARPing's started!"

Dean drops your hand. "The what?"

"Live-action-role-play," you answer grumpily.

Sam and Dean start to get caught up in the stupid story about some woman that used to run an orphanage out of the hotel. You get fed up with all the insanity happening in this place and go grab another beer from the other room. A frown covers your face as you see the coolers are now empty. Nerds can sure drink. You hunt down the hotel's bar and take a seat. The bartender cocks an eyebrow at you, seeing that you don't look 21. Having the height of a twelve-year-old doesn't help. You flash a fake ID and order a margarita; your go-to drink.

After about a half hour, Sam and Dean sit at the bar a ways down from you. You can tell that they haven't spotted you yet. You see an actress from the LARPing stand next to Dean texting as she orders a drink, not bothering to even look at the bartender. Dean gives her a cheesy line, and she retorts that she has heard the exact line from guys who are all dressed like Dean. You watch as she finally looks up from her phone and her eyes sparkle at Dean.

"But you seem different," she flirts.

"How so?" Dean coos.

"Well, for one thing, you don't seem scared of women."

Your blood boils as Dean gives her a smile that you really want directed at you. Suddenly, one of the role playing guys comes running into the bar, bleeding. You stand up quickly and put your hand at your side where your gun is concealed within your jacket. Another guy tries to calm him down, but the guy won't listen and leaves the convention. You look at Dean who politely excuses himself from the actress. You roll your eyes and walk over to the guys, acting like you didn't see anything.

~AFTER THE GHOSTS ARE TAKEN CARE OF AND THE CONVENTION IS DONE~

You are giving the police some phony story about how the ghosts were really just part of the act, but some of the role players must have taken the game too far since one person did not make it out alive. You see Dean walk outside deep in thought. After excusing yourself from the police, you scurry around the people to catch up to him. Just as you get to him, two role players stop to talk to him, so you just stand by smiling. They give Dean their real names, but they don't believe him when he explains that he's the real Dean. You laugh with the role players as if Dean's joke was truly a joke.

"Yeah right! Get the hell outta here, Dean," says one of them.

Dean thanks them again quickly for pretty much saving our lives, then Damian stops him, saying that Dean's wrong about the graphic novel, telling him that he doesn't quite get what the story's about. You're not sure what he means by this, but you remain quiet to see if this nerd has any real revelations for you. Damian explains that in real life, Barnes sells stereo equipment and he fixes copiers.

"Our lives suck," Damian says. "But to be Sam and Dean, to wake up every morning and save the world, to have a brother who would die for you...well, who wouldn't want that?"

Damien's eyes are filled with passion as his words spill out. Dean considers his double's words for a moment, and half agrees that he might have point. He tells the guys that they don't make a bad team themselves, and asks how they know each other. In response, Barnes says they met online in a "Supernatural" chatroom.

"Must be nice to get out of your parents' basements and meet some friends," Dean says jokingly.

You see that he's getting uncomfortable with their company. Then Barnes takes Damian's hand. They're partners in real life. You bite your lip and look to Dean for his reaction. His face contorts slightly at the realization.

Dean growls, "Howdy, partners," nods and wonders off.

You follow Dean to the Impala and watch him carefully. His mind is in a thousand places right now. Damien must have struck a chord with him. He looks over at you from across the hood of the car. The sun is in his eyes and he squints trying to look at you. He's relaxed in this moment and it makes you feel relaxed. Dean is grinning to himself, when Sam meets up with you.

"I got a lead on the colt."