"Please tell me you aren't going to use that here?" Bobby asked as Sam pulled out his laptop for the second time that day, typing away like a madman. His fingers hit the keys so hard Dean thought he was going to either break his nails or break the keys. Whichever came first.
"What?" Sam asked, "I want to see if anyone commented on the video!" Pulling up the internet browser, Sam logged into Youtube, scrolling through the infinite number of messages people had sent them about the video, all of which he ignored. He went straight to the video, scrolling through the comments. A lot of them were useless, people just saying they liked the video. Sam groaned as he came across one.
"Dude," Sam jabbed Dean in the side for his attention, "look what someone said about you." Pursing his lips, Dean leaned over to stare at the screen, his face instantly turning beet red as he licked his lips nervously.
"Well this should be interesting," Bobby laughed, resting his hand on the cool glass of beer he had sitting in front of him. Dean scanned the screen, reading the comment aloud.
"You know, you look like a male version of Scarlett Johanssen," Dean coughed out the words, "of course, that would be if I were straight. Scarlett Johanssen is just so hot. Anyway, smell ya later, bitch-"
"Who is this person?!" Bobby cut in. Sam shrugged, the faint smell of alcohol invading his nose. It never really mattered who the comments were from. All of them were really just people with too much time on their hands. Sam took his turn looking at the screen, furrowing his brow.
"It says the user is someone named QueenOfMoondoor," Sam answered, cracking a smile- that username was just so nerdy. Like, incredibly, unbelievably nerdy. Bobby scoffed.
"Wait, lemme finish, Sammich!" Dean pushed his brother aside as he finished reading the comment, "Smell ya later bitch, I need to update my other channel…" Dean laughed, Sam slowly following suit. Shaking his head, Dean pointed to the screen, "Dude, let's see this chick's channel."
The girl's channel, to say the least, was interesting. As they scrolled through the videos, one thing became quite apparent: this was a gamer nerd's channel. One filled with videos of walkthrough tutorials, cheat codes and gaming reviews. An even bigger shock was the number of subscribers.
"One point three million subscribers?" Sam asked, showing Bobby and Dean the number. Bobby was nursing his beer, and it was apparent that he was still upset over the Giants' loss.
"How many is that compared to us?" Dean asked. Sam licked his lips, mumbling to himself as he counted on his fingers as best he could before sighing, heaving his shoulders once he gave up. Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother.
"Well?" he prompted.
"I dunno, man," Sam said, "we have what, at least half of that?" Dean pursed his lips, nodding his head. It was hard to believe The Lord Of The Rings was more popular than…. he wasn't sure…. real life?! The bell above the door to the diner chimed, announcing the arrival of a customer. The three men turned to see who had walked in.
A young woman in her twenties carried a laptop under her arm, smiling at the hostess who lead her to her table. The woman had bright red hair, her bangs heavy in her smiling eyes. She wore a pink and yellow plaid shirt, a gaming tee worn underneath, and she had yellow jeans to match, but hey weren't a sunny yellow, more of a mustard.
"She's cute," Sam suggested to Dean as he watched her sit at a table- lo and behold, the one next to theirs- and open her laptop, typing away like mad. Her eyes never left the screen once, and Dean could see a faint dusting of freckles on her nose illuminated by the glow of the computer.
Being bisexual was never a problem, but often it was hard finding someone who looked like they would be worth Dean's time. That never deterred Sam and Bobby from trying, as they were with the young woman right about now. They watched as she fiddled with the cuff of her plaid shirt, poking the button in and out of its respective hole. Sam turned back to the laptop, tapping Dean.
"Dude, whoever this QueenOfMoondor is, they subscribed to us," he said excitedly. Bobby scoffed, mumbling something into his drink. Dean kept his eye on the girl. She made a little squeal as she looked at her laptop, leaning over to peer closer at the screen. He could see a Harry Potter decal on the back of the laptop, next to one of Snow White. It was placed so it looked like the princess was eating the Apple logo. Dean heard Sam typing, mentioning something about subscribing to see what the person was like.
"New subscriber?" the girl whispered a little too loudly. Now Dean was interested, leaning in closer to try and hear who it was that followed her.
"WinchesterBros…" she read aloud, and Dean shot a look at Sam, who simply shrugged. The moment of silence that hung between them was shattered by the girl's panicking, her chair getting knocked over as she hurriedly got up, collecting her belongings to go.
As soon as she got up, however, she immediately tripped over herself, yelping as she clutched her laptop to her chest on her way to the ground. One minute, Dean was sitting there, watching her, the next, he was catching her, sliding underneath her to break her (and her laptop's) fall.
"I-I am so sorry!" she said, grabbing the edge of the table to pull herself up, Dean grabbing Sam's outstretched hand.
"It's perfectly fine- you okay though?" Dean gave her one of his famous lilted smiles. It usually worked on everyone he met- and was what usually got him laid (besides his quick wit and supposed charm, of course.) "Don't wanna get your laptop dented, now do we?" Instead of answering with a nod or a simple yes, the girl flipped open her laptop, glancing at the screen and then at him. She did the same with Sam.
"You okay?" Sam asked. The girl did a few takes before nodding, her far turning beet red.
"You guys are them," she said, "the ones on Youtube?" She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Dean nodded.
"You mean the WinchesterBros? Yeah, that's us," Dean confirmed, then added, "I'm assuming you're QueenOfMoondor?" Her blush turned even deeper as she nodded.
"Y-yeah," she stammered, "it's a game I play-"
"Like Dungeons And Dragons?" Sam guessed, and the girl's face lit up like a Christmas tree. Laptop clutched to her chest, she rushed up to Sam, leaning over the table. Bobby rolled his eyes, going to take a swig of his beer, only to find that he had drank it all.
"You play?!" she asked excitedly, lips teasing a smile. Sam shook his head, the girl deflating, shoulders hunched forward.
"Oh, okay then.." she said almost forlornly. Nodding politely, she withdrew herself from the table.
"Wait," Sam called after her, "what's your name?"
The girl's smile grew wider. "Charlie," she said, "Charlie Bradbury."