Suddenly Dean groaned. He pointed over toward a wall on the other side of the convention. Sam followed his finger to: "Chuck." Sam seemed rather neutral on the discovery, quite different from Dean's obvious annoyance. "Is he going to show up everywhere we go?" Sam shook his head, "Not everywhere. Well. I mean he's a prophet so he's going to see it all happen, but it's not like he's usually physically there, so we would be able to see him. Come on, let's go talk to him." Dean looked highly skeptical. Sam smirked, "You know the last time we ignored him, we could've learned about the Colt earlier." Dean glared at Sam for a moment before grudgingly following him to the small table at the far side of the room

When Chuck first saw them his eyes widened in shock and fear (Becky just seemed excited), and he appeared to start stuttering apologies to a fan that he had been talking to, before walking over to meet them. After Sam's quick assurance that they had decided not to hunt him down with guns, he seemed to relax considerably. Chuck looked their outfits up and down before offering his advice, "Dean, try looking a little less... Erm, angry and a little more... you know, non-committal. And Sam, you're doing fine looking like, well, yourself." They followed him back to his table, where Chuck hurriedly finished his conversation with the fan before starting to talk, "So, let me guess. Ghost?" Sam shook his head, "Well we're really not sure what quite yet. All we know is that someone got murdered over-"

"Murder?! MURDER?!" Chuck buried his face in his hands, "Why do these things always happen to me..?" Becky patted him on the back, somewhat awkwardly. Sam nodded, and then continued, "So yeah some guy got murdered over there by the cardboard cut-out of Link. The security cameras all cut out right as the guy gets murdered, NO ONE saw the murder, and get this, the murderer left the weapon. It was a plastic sword, that was covered in the guy's blood." Chuck had looked up, but wouldn't admit that the case interested him. "Okay. Then. You can go solve violent murder by plastic then." Chuck smiled as a fan approached the table, "Hello! What would you like?" He started signing the book that she'd put on the table as she asked him a question, "So... I know that you're probably getting this question a lot, but you know, Destiel? Canon? Is it? Please?" Chuck's ears went slightly red as he handed her book back after signing it, "Well, I don't usually plan that far ahead... So I honestly don't know. Sorry if that sound really vague, I mean, it is. But, just, sorry I couldn't give you a more conclusive answer." He finished with a rush, glancing (somewhat nervously) at Dean. As the fan ran off grinning at the fact that she got the chance to speak to Chuck, and get her book autographed even though Chuck's answer to her question had been about as vague as he could get without just saying 'I don't know', Dean looked at Chuck, "What's this 'Destiel' crap about? And why are you so nervous" Dean was looking suspiciously at Chuck, who definitely looked very uneasy now, "Uh, well... So that means that they ship you and um, Cas." Chuck blushed and looked over at a (suddenly very interesting) fake potted plant.

"Ship? What's that supposed to...?" Dean shook his head looking quizzical, but he could see where this conversation was going, and Sam could see a flare in his eyes that he only got when he was really irritated with someone. Chuck smiled nervously, looking back in Dean's vague direction, but still not directly at him "Uh, ship is short for relationship. And if they ship you and Cas, that means that they... Uhh, want you two to be in a relationship." Chuck glanced up at Dean, and winced at his glare, "Please don't kill me! Raphael will, you know, smite you then bring me back to life. No use killing me! Any danger at all... Raphael!" Sam put a hand on Dean's shoulder, "Dean. If you don't like this Destiel stuff then you don't have to think about it. It's not Chuck's fault that the fans decided that they thought that you and Cas would make a nice couple." Sam couldn't help but thinking about the conversation that he and Cas had had in the bar during the case with the demon possessed Jinn and the Impala. Sam couldn't help but feel glad that A: Cas wasn't here at the convention, and B: Chuck hadn't yet published the book about the Jinn. Sam hadn't slept at all the night after that, thinking about what this meant for Team Free Will. He couldn't quite shake Cas's face when that simple word, that simple 'Yeah', had come out of him mouth. It was almost as if he was saying something wrong. That he shouldn't be saying. That he couldn't say. That he wasn't allowed to say. That was wrong. Somehow, Sam couldn't help but think that for some reason Cas wasn't allowed to say that he was in love with Dean, or that for some unknown reason, he wasn't allowed to love Dean period. Sam had juggled with the idea that Angels weren't allowed to fall in love with humans. Maybe that there was some sort of Angelic law that said that the Angels weren't allowed to fall in love with humans. Well, Sam remembered thinking, if that's the case, then that's just shit. There is no way that they should restrict who they are allowed to fall in love with, because that's just shit. Sam still felt the same about it if the rule was in effect. The most logical answer, in Sam's mind was that Cas was just embarrassed to admit such a personal thing to Sam, Dean's brother of all people.

"Sam? Sammy, you all there?" Dean was waving his hand in front of Sam's face in an attempt to snap him out of his own thoughts. "Sammy?" Sam blinked, and contorted his face, annoyed. He whacked Dean's hand out of his face. Dean beamed at him ,"And we're back again! We've got a case to solve Sam, we can't just spend the day sitting around!" Sam nodded absently, Yeah, Sam. He thought to himself, we've got a case to solve.

A/N: I am SOOO sorry that it took so long! At first I was working on another story (Cecil is Possessed By Angels and Demons, if you happen to listen to a wonderful podcast called Welcome to Night Vale, then I suggest that you check it out (Shameless self promotion!)), then I just got lazy, because if you're an author, then you would be unable to say that you've never gotten lazy if you were in the presence of Gabriel's (Gabriel! (Mini fangirling session (okay, it's over now))) Horn of Truth. Then I went on vacation, and (Sob!) I had no computer access there. Finally I had to get four teeth pulled, and I had to go into the place TWICE because the first time they only pulled two of the teeth, so I didn't really feel like doing much of anything, except lying around on the couch watching Supernatural (yes I did actually watch Supernatural) and Northern Exposure, and eat chocolate pudding and homemade (!) ice cream. So once again I apologize that I made you guys wait so long, but seriously, I've had so many story ideas in the past few days, and juggling, like, four (?) stories is hard, and then I had to do a bunch of crap that I didn't really want to do (read as: teeth, I really hate my teeth, and my sister absolutely perfect teeth). I really can't say that I'm sorry enough, but I will TRY (I promise that I will) to get a more regular update schedule. Thanks for reading! Please like! Please comment! Please spread the word of my stories! Thanks!