Meanwhile Back Somewhere in Pennsylvania:

First confession: I'm a Supernatural fan. Duh, right? When I'm not busy, I usually think of things to do that relate to Supernatural, like making wallpapers for my computer or just maybe if I'm feeling really creative, I'll draw something. Watching an episode from the DVDs works, too.

Second confession: I'm a Sam-girl and quite proud of it. I like the other characters, too. Some more than others... some a lot more than others. My least favorite character of all time is that evil demon wench, Ruby. (I also have a smudge of dislike for Madison the werewolf and that doctor lady... Can you really blame me?) Anyway, they don't take away from my Sammy. He'll always be macho (in a good way), sweet, and smart, just the way I like him. I've tried to convert my sister, who is a Dean-aholic. She's a very stubborn addict, but oh well, at least she won't steal my puppy.

With all that said, I had the chance to go to my first Supernatural convention. I made shirts for my sister, the Dean-aholic. Her shirt read 'Deanie' on the front and 'Weenie' on the back. My shirt simply read 'Sammy' on the front. Boy, were we excited.

What's the first thing you do when you get to the convention? Good question. We simply went nuts in the parking lot. Then we made our way to the gift shop. It was a Supernatural paradise in there. We immediately grabbed shirts, hats, and anything that had Sam and Dean's face on it. We had money squished on our hands as we ran around like crazed maniacs.

"Look, Sam's mug on a mug," Amanda, the Dean-aholic, pointed out to me.

"Cool," I laughed as I picked it up, "I'm buying it." We gathered our new Supernatural swag. We still had time before the panels. We went to the art gallery. On the way, we put layer after layer of Supernatural apparel on ourselves. We looked like stuffy tourists that buy everything in sight. Once inside the gallery, we realized we were too decked out in our Supernatural gear because everybody else was mildly dressed compared us.

"Maybe we shouldn't have bought out the store before anyone else had a chance to go," Amanda said sadly.

"Nah," we laughed together. We started to observe the all the Supernatural artwork along the walls. We got to one that showed the fireworks scene from "Dark Side of the Moon."

"It's so beautiful," I said about the painting.

"Yeah, it's good to see them so happy," she said. We moved on to the next section. We were in awe to see something familiar on the wall. My drawing of Sam had made it in. I was so happy, I squeed. Amanda didn't think it was one of my best drawings, but I'd like to disagree.

"It looks like an alien," a man's voice said beside us. I leaned forward to see who he was. He was dressed like super hero with a blue suit, a yellow cape, and an orange mask that only covered his eyes. In one hand, he had a glass of chocolate milk with a green umbrella in it. He was certainly colorful.

"That's what I always said," Amanda laughed. It was true. She always said my drawing looked like an alien.

I glared at her while I fought the urge to punch; not because we were in a public place, but because she would have punched me back harder. I was in no mood to be hurting while at the convention. "Aren't you at the wrong convention," I suggested to the super hero.

He took a sip out of his chocolate milk. "Ah... nope." Then he hoped away.

"That was weird," I said staring at him while he bugged some other convention goers.

"You bet," Amanda agreed. "Crap," she suddenly shouted. I looked at her confused. "We have to get to Bobby's," she exclaimed.

"What are you talking about," I asked as she dragged by the arm to the room where the panels were being held. We sat down near the front. I began to wonder where all my stuff had gone. I looked under my chair and it was all tucked there. Amanda was adjusting her stuff under her seat. "Oh, I get it," I said as I leaned back in my seat.

"Yep, Bobby Beaver," she nodded proudly.

"It's Jim," I shouted at her.

"Not-uh," Amanda argued. "Bobby and Jim are the same, numb skull."

"Shhhh," a fan-girl shushed rudely behind us. "He's coming."

Amanda and I looked at each other with conspiring looks. "Who's coming," I asked the rude fan-girl as if I were scared.

"Is it Lucy, the devil," Amanda asked just as scared and looking nervously around. She quickly turned back in her seat and continued to dig through her stuff. "Didn't I tell you to bring the Bobby-hats?"

I ignored her as we all went crazy for Jim walking on stage. He was wearing a Bobby-hat. He picked it off his head and waved at the crowd with it. It was like he was the freaking President or something. Jim started to speak. Strangely, I couldn't understand him. He was speaking in German or something.

His panel was almost over. Amanda shot up out of her seat. She had a Bobby-hat on and a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off over her Deanie Weenie shirt. She asked Jim to give us a Bobby quote.

"Sure," he smiled. "Fat, drunk, and stupid ain't no way to go through life, son." The crowd went crazy over the Bobby quote. "Ya, idjits," Jim added on.

"Hey, who you calling idjits," a voice from the back asked that sounded eerily like Misha's Castiel voice. Everybody turned in their seats to see what was going on. Jared, Jensen, and Misha were walking into the room. They were carrying a large Supernatural banner. They walked by and I almost forgot to breathe. Amanda was repeatedly hitting me on the arm.

"The saviors are here," she squealed. The rude fan-girl behind us looked scared. She probably thought we were apart of some sort of religious Supernatural cult. She probably thought right...

The three men got onto the stage and greeted Jim. I prepared myself for my first live encounter with Jared's voice. "Hey, y'all," Jared smiled at us. Once again, I reminded myself to breath. God, he was huge. "As you can see we have a banner here," he said pointing at Jim, Jensen, and Misha, who were inspecting the banner.

"Yeah," Jensen said as he stepped forward. I looked at my sister to make sure she was still alive. She was. "We're going to autograph the banner."

"And I'm going to auction it off," Misha smiled proudly behind him.

"How are you going to sign it up here with it all sprawled out like this," Jim asked them.

"That's a good question," Misha stated. Jensen and Jared laughed a little. Misha was up to something. "We're going to roll you in it so that it will be safe to sign."

"No you're not," Jim argued. After a little dispute, it was decided that they were going to roll Misha in the banner instead. He didn't put up much of an argument. I'd say that he wanted to do it anyway. They proceeded in wrapping Misha in the banner.

"Are you nice and snug in there," Jim asked Misha.

"Hey, how am I going to sign this if my hands are in here," Misha asked. He scrunched his face in thought.

"I don't know," Jared laughed looking at Misha, who looked more like a tootsie roll, than an angel.

Jensen also started to laugh. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he pointed back at Misha with his thumb. "Pig in poke," he said in a Dean voice. The crowd once again went nuts.

"That's enough minions," Misha said trying to hide a smile from his face. "We need a member from the audience."

"Hmm," Jared hummed as he looked into the audience. He stepped off the stage and there was fan-girl pandemonium everywhere. Jared stopped near us and our eyes met and he smiled. He was so gorgeous! Breathe, breathe, breathe, I demanded myself.

Amanda pulled me up and started to squee, "Pick us!" She pointed at her shirt and Jared about lost it. He motioned for us to come. I happened to turn and see the rude fan-girl behind us, rolling her eyes. Somebody was cranky, but it wasn't me so Amanda and I ran up to the stage.

"What are your names," Jim asked us.

"I don't remember," Amanda said in awe as she stared at Jensen. I felt nervous and looked at Jared. He ran his hand through his hair. Yes, I almost died. He extended his hand to me.

"Jared," he introduced himself.

"I know that," I stated proudly. I offered my hand. Oh my God, I'm about to shake his hand, gah! "Stephany," I introduced myself.

"Nice to meet you," Jared smiled.

"I'd shake your hand," Misha interrupted, "but I'm kind of confined inside this banner."

"Amanda," Amanda told Jensen.

"Okay," he smiled at her. She smiled back and almost died. He moved forward to the center of the stage. "What you're about to see will both confuse you and intrigue you."

"We need you ladies to see that Misha cannot escape the banner and then hold up the sheet, while he attempts his escape," Jared explained.

We nodded and walked over to Misha. He was tied into the banner pretty good. I don't remember where all the rope came from, but he wasn't going anywhere. Some stage crew members brought the sheet we were to hold to us. We picked them up and blocked the audience's view of Misha. A bright light lit up behind the sheet. We could see Misha's struggle to free himself.

Suddenly, super hero dude came running up to the stage. "Have no fear, I'm here to save you, Misha," he shouted. We jumped back. "Back," he shouted at me. I turned and ran smack into Jared. My head hurt for a moment as I laid on the floor of the stage. I scratched my head and noticed Jim and Jared standing over me and staring at me. I heard loud thuds a little further away . It was Misha, still bound in the banner, hopping towards me. He leaned over to see if I was okay.

"I see an angel," I said looking confused at him.

He laughed. "I'm no angel, but I play one on tv."

"Are you okay," Jared asked me as he helped me up.

"I'm good," I nodded at him.

"Whoa, that was hilarious. Amanda would act like that." Steph said as she woke up shaking her head at her weird dream. She turned over and stared at the clock seeing that she woke up about ten minutes early. "Really excited."

She stared at the clock for the remaining ten minutes, then heard Amanda's alarm go off and the thump of her hand slapping it like never before. "Oh she's excited." she laughed to herself.

Amanda pounded on her sister's door. "Yo! Kiddo time to get up and head to the convention!" She then proceeded to squee with anticipation. "No more SPN Con Virgins! Woooooo!"

Steph rolled her eyes and opened her door, "You are weird."

"It runs in the family. You just haven't been affected yet." she laughed as her sister chased her down the hall fighting over the bathroom.

-Authors' Notes-
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