Sometimes, they really regretted the books that Chuck; wrote. It was awkward, because Sam would occasionally think back to reading them, just to clam up on whatever he was doing and start feeling extraordinarily uncomfortable. Especially when they had to go to conventions and suchlike. Occasionally, they didn't have to actually go to the conventions to get the insanity came hand in hand with them.
It was six girls that they met while out hunting a ghost couple haunting a mine in Illinois. They'd been at some gas station, when they heard the voices from near the convenience store. One with bright blond hair, one with a huge hair bow, one with her bra strap showing, one wearing a crop-top, one with a Starbucks cup, and another with a tattoo of a fish across her arm.
"Holy shit, Sarah look. They look just like Sam and Dean. And they've got the car too!" Blondie said
"Oh my god they do!" Sarah/Fish tattoo squealed.
"Totally!" Crop-top agreed.
"You've got to tell Jamie!" Hair bow said, punching Blondie in the arm.
"Oh. My. God. She would LOVE to see this." Starbucks exclaimed, as Blondie pulled her phone out.
"I would totally do the tall one." Bra strap told Crop-top in a hushed voice.
"You would do anyone, McKenzie, you're a slut." Fish tattoo told McKenzie/Bra strap.
"Ugh. I wasn't talking to you, Jessica." Bra strap/McKenzie scoffed. Fish tattoo/Sarah shrugged as if she didn't regret her comment at all.
"Oh my god, Becky!" Crop top said whacking Blondie's arm excitedly, "They're looking right at us!" Blondie/Becky looked at them for a second before pushing Crop top away. "Jesus Christ Dan you can't just say that, they'll hear you!" Crop top/Dan did nothing to peel her eyes away from Sam and Dean.
They left that gas station as soon as they could.