"So, you mean that there is an entire book series about you?" I asked, completely dumbfounded. Sam and Dean looked a bit embarrassed "Well, yeah. But Chuck wasn't aware that we actually existed when he wrote the books." That was a lot to process, less than when I joined the life of course, but goddamn! I needed to find those books, for sure. Then realization strucked me. "That means that thousands of people read about not only your adventures but also Dean's hookups? I think I'm scarred for life." This earned me a good laugh from Sam who put his hand on his brother's shoulder and a big frown from Dean who smacked his hand from him."What? It's not Casa Erotica worthy either, don't exaggerate. And thousands of people, really? You are flattering Chuck." I just rolled my eyes. "Whatever, Dean. Just now tell me how you ended up at the first Supernatural Convention." Dean had a huge grin forming on his lips while Sam stopped laughing and a "Don't you dare" look in his eyes. Which made Dean smile even more. "It was around three years before we met you. We received a SOS message from Chuck, but apparently, Sam's girlfriend just wanted to see him." If looks could kill, Dean would have been killed by Sam."Sam's girlfriend?" I asked. "She's not my girlfriend! Listen, Becky is a huge fangirl…' "So, her name is Becky. Well,well, well" I interrupted him, making Dean chuckle. "Stop laughing! Alright. So she sent us a message, pretending to be Chuck and tricked us to participate at this stupid convention. Thankfully in a way, since this place was haunted we were able to save people there." "With the help of a couple who were cosplaying us.", continued Dean. "Okay. So I have a question. This guy, the werewolf, obviously knows about you and will go to a Supernatural Convention. Is it me or everytime a convention takes place, a trap is directly set for you? Don't tell me it doesn't sound like a sketchy trap. Plus, everyone will have a costume. It's evident that this guy will make a massacre without getting caught. What if it was part of a plan to let us live in the barn and he left us a bait to find him again?" I asked, anxious. Dean and Sam seemed deep in thinking. "Robin has a point. But why? Do you really think this guy has more beef on us?" asked Dean. "Maybe, since we have enemies everywhere. But don't forget that it could be even more dangerous for Robin since she killed his son." added Sam. I took on a deep breath. Wow, this was official, I really hated werewolves."Okay. So we have a mastermind werewolf on hand and a convention about your next week is going to be interesting to say the least." Dean took my shoulders in an embrace and told me "It's going to be okay. Don't worry, we are here, sweetheart." I felt warmth on my cheeks as his breath fanned on my skin. I hated being that silly when it happened, but I couldn't help it."Thank you." I tried really hard to hide the blush that formed on my face and it earned me a look from Sam. He knew about my crush on his brother since the day I saved Dean from a vampire. And I knew he'll never let me in peace ever since. "Well folks, prepare your stuff. We're going.' said Sam, clapping his hands together.
I went straight to my room and put my duffle bag on the bed. And I began to rummage through my drawers. While digging through my mess I felt something cold that entangled itself in my fingers. When I took my hand out of the clothes I found my old heart-shaped silver locket that I thought was lost for so long. When I opened it, I felt tears in my eyes. It was the last picture I took with my best friend, my only 'family' left. I sat on the floor and tried to not cry. Then I heard someone opening my door. "Hey Rob, I thought you would like… You okay?" It was Dean's voice. I turned my head and saw him with a plate of waffles and a concerned look. "Yeah, I just found my locket and it brought so many memories that I thought were…" Dean crouched next to me and landed his free hand on my shoulder. "It's okay. I'm sure Ethan was awesome. And that he was super proud when you helped us to kill that demon." I could never forget that demon who possessed Mandy, our roommate. It tkilled Ethan right before my eyes and I couldn't do a thing to help him. To this day, I didn't know why it killed him and left me. Dean and Sam helped me a lot through the whole "Survivor's guilt" thing. They were practically experts in that area. "Wanna some help putting the necklace on?" asked Dean, bringing me back to reality. "Sure, thanks." I felt Dean gently taking my hair to the side and he took my necklace in hands to put it around my neck. "Done. So you want waffles or am I doomed to eat them by myself?" He asked, earning him a small smile from me. " I take that as a yes." He said and sat next to me. I always enjoyed this kind of moment with Dean. Just him and I, sharing whatever food the other brought and talking about whatever subject as if our life wasn't a giant mess.
About an hour later, we were all packed, ready to leave the bunker and to head straight to San Francisco. When Dean took place behind the wheel, he threw me a glance and started the engine. "Sam, Robin, are you ready?" Sam and I nodded. "Okay. Let's go." He started one of his mixtapes and drove out of the garage. The drive was long since California is quite far away from Kansas. Dean and Sam kept bickering about the music again. I always was deep in my thoughts in those kinds of moments. "Let's ask Robin's opinion about the next mixtape, then." I jumped when I heard my name and made eye contact with Dean in the rearview mirror. "Robin, what would you like to listen to? Some classic Rock or some crappy pop song that Sam likes?" Without a thought, I said "Classic Rock all the way." " Told you!" cheered Dean ."Damn right, I should have known." said Sam in an exasperated tone. I blew him a raspberry and enjoyed the song.
Timeskip
When we finally reached San Francisco it was already dark outside. Sam was sound asleep and Dean and I kept a quiet conversation with music in the background."I think I found a motel." said Dean, while the sign of a crappy motel was visible not that far from us. When Dean parked the car, he awoke Sam. "Wake up drooling beauty" Sam opened one eye and hummed. "No I'm serious Sam, you drooled all over the seat. Get Up! We're at a motel. I'll go check us into a room and you'll help Robin with the bags." Sam woke up completely and got out of the car. In no time, we were in our room. There were two beds. "Who do you share with, this time?" asked Sam. "What about you guys sleeping together and I take a whole bed for myself?" I said. "In your dreams, princess. You already slept with Sam, you know that he is a kicker and that he snores a lot." said Dean with a smile, knowing that it wasn't even remotely true but it was funny. "Fine, I'll share with Dean." Dean gave me a wink. "Good call, leave the kicker alone. But the next time Dean has an 'embarrassing' dream, if you know what I mean, don't even consider begging to come with me." said Sam and Dean's face changed. "Hey! I'm a gentleman, I never dared to have this kind of dream when I share the bed with Robin." And the bickering was on again. I took advantage of it to take a shower first.
We spent the following days searching whether there were werewolf attacks in the area but apparently the guy kept a low profile. Then the convention day finally arrived. I saw Dean taking a deep breath and Sam seemed ready to run away. I decided to speak 'So, I saw that a certain Samlicker81 was the organizer of this convention." I couldn't hold a little laugh at the pseudonym. As if the simple mention of the name summoned her, a little blond woman appeared out of nowhere and I saw that Sam was about to sprint away. "Hey, Sam! You came! I knew you could not stay away from me that long!" she said, literally clinging to him. "H...Hey Becky!" said Sam in a forced tone. Dean and I exchanged a look. So this is Becky… Interesting. "She is worse than Beetlejuice." I whispered to Dean and he nodded. When she finally left Sam alone she turned to us. "Hey Dean. And you must be Robin. I'm so sorry about your friend." her expression shifted from sadness to complete joy. " I'm so glad you guys decided to stop by!" I wasn't listening anymore. How did she know me and about Ethan? I got a bit away from the boys and that's when I saw them. A group of girls dressed like me. Some had wigs and colored contact lenses and some with a replica of my necklace. They were all different and gorgeous. One of them noticed me. "Oh girl! I love your cosplay. You really got Robin's energy with that outfit! Guys! come here, look at her!" I didn't even notice that even guys wore the same kind of outfit as me. I smiled at them and complimented them as well. When I found Dean and Sam I could not help but ask "How did that Becky girl know about me?" "I think Chuck didn't hold his promise and kept writing. I'm gonna kill him!" said Dean. "As much as I agree with you, we'll have an army of fans after us if you land as much as a hand on him." said Sam. "Guys, I think you're forgetting why we're here in the first place." "Yeah, Robin is right. Remember that he can be any tall guy around here and that he is probably in a disguise. Let's split up."
While I was on my own, I found other cosplayers and spoke a bit with them. If there wasn't any danger, I'm sure I would have enjoyed talking with them. They were really interesting people. I saw many people dressed as monsters we fought but I didn't see any guy that could fit the profile of the werewolf. It was frustrating. I finally spotted Dean and Sam near the bar, the real ones. Sam was apparently enjoying a Bitch cocktail while Dean was drinking his Jerk cocktail. "Hey! Found anything?" Dean chugged his cocktail and said "Squat" "Yeah, white goose chase." added Sam. "So you guys decided to head for the booze instead of keep looking?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "The only way to make this day a little bearable." replied Dean with his gruff voice. I heard people trying to imitate his voice the whole day but no one can do it like him. He was about to order another one but I grabbed his sleeve. "Dean, please this is serious. This son of a bitch could be anywhere. People are in danger." "Robin is right, Dean." Dean huffed and put his glass on the counter. "Okay, let's go"
We came across many reenactments of fights and important moments we've been through. Those people seemed really invested in our adventures. I swore to myself to not let them get involved in such a situation unless it's fictional. At some point, I saw a girl dressed with a blue dress covered in fake blood. She was crying on the floor while holding a brunette guy who seemed dead. And two guys went to her, guns in hand. "Who are you?" she said between fake sobs. "We're the Winchester. What happened?" They were playing the moment I met Dean and Sam. I still remember how they barged in my flat, searching for 'Mandy', how I cried on Dean's shoulder, how I trapped the demon after playing the bait and how hard it was to organize Ethan's funeral. I put a hand to my mouth, speechless. Sam noticed and took my shoulder to lead me somewhere else.
We also passed by another group of girls dressed as me and caught a glimpse of what they were saying. "I can't believe Robin never confessed to Dean that she" My instinct kicked in. I dragged Dean away from the group. "Confess me what?" "That the last time I ate the last slice of pie and accused Sam" "That was you?! I ignored Sam for an entire week" almost screamed Dean. I looked at Sam and he mouthed 'Nice save." As the day went on, we grew bored of looking. I let the guys take a break while I was taking drinks for us. "One Bitch, One Jerk and a SquirrelandMoose for me, please." I carefully made my way to the guys when I bumped into a tall guy. "Oops, sorry." I said "No problem." replied the guy and with that I arrived and handed Dean and Sam their drinks."Dear hunters, you are invited to join the conference room to welcome our special guest" a guy dressed as Bobby said. Everyone got up and headed to the said room. "If the werewolf is here, it's the moment to be very careful." said Dean, bringing his hand to the place where he usually hides his gun. "Keep both eyes open.", he added.
I heard a bit of commotion behind me. "Wow, your costume is awesome dude!" "Yeah, so realistic. Where did you find such high quality fake fur?" I turn my head, in complete panic. It was a guy disguised with a less cheap werewolf costume than the others but he wasn't that tall and I could see the label of the costume. I sighed in relief. We were all confined in this room. When the famous Chuck appeared on the stage, everybody cheered except the Winchesters and I. "He could be here with us." whispered Sam. Chuck answered many pointless questions, I was sure that he regretted ever writing this book series. The following hours were exhausting. A loud howl interrupted Chuck's monologue and everything went black in the room. Everyone cheered, probably thinking that it was a surprise animation. "Goddamn, here we go again." said Dean. The generator supplied the room with a bit of light, enough to see a fully transformed werewolf charging us.