Blondes.

Blondes everywhere with vintage dresses and bows in their hair. They had been beaconed by Chuck (well, Becky acting as Chuck) to attend the first Supernatural convention. Books written about their lives had turned over a decently portioned fandom.

Allie stood awkwardly as other women dressed exactly like her wandered around a hotel hobby. She glanced down at her own outfit of the day— a rust-coloured corduroy skirt, sheer black tights, and a crochet top with sunflowers…

She grimaced. "This is… skeeving me out." She noted before moving through the convention with the brothers. Every move she made felt watched —- especially by Becky; that woman was… intense, an unrelenting gaze at every move. As they approached the main room of the grouping other Sam and Dean's stopped in front of her, taking long looks before continuing on. Some of them even noted that Allie's costume looked very 'accurate'. Her eyes fell on the brothers, only to see Dean's pissed-off expression. He hated the books. Mostly due to unfortunate consistencies in their lives and how those scenarios were now available to an unaware general public. Nice.

Dean rolled his eyes as he followed Allie through the sea of blondes, each one more stereotypical than the last. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of sick fuckery Chuck (or rather Becky) had cooked up this time around. The smell of cheap perfume and desperation was almost suffocating him, making it hard to keep a civilized facade on. A seed of displeasure and damn near disgust was planted firmly inside of his stomach. These people looked like them and yet they had no idea what their lives entailed. The pain. The despair.

Dean slipped an arm around Allie's hip to pull her closer as various men came and went. "I can barely handle one of you, let alone ten." He spoke into her ear, exasperated by their current scenario. Some of them were hot, though they all attempted to perform as his friend and none held a candle to her.

Allie rolled her eyes. "Ten blondes in one room actually sounds like your favourite dream." Her tone was mildly sarcastic, maybe even bitchy. She hadn't meant to be but the idea of these people dressing up as her was worrisome. They lived dangerous lives, not that any of the fans knew. It was difficult to see every version of herself in front of her. "It's like the Clone Wars..." a Star Wars reference. Mildly geeky. Kind of hypocritical in a way. Here she was judging others for having interests and innocently showing appreciation which she herself was also doing, even if only verbally.

She scratched her head and furrowed her brows. "Fucking Chuck."

Dean chuckled at her comment, leaning in to nuzzle the side of Allie's neck. "Hey now, don't be jealous," he teased playfully before straightening up again and giving a fake gasp when she mentioned Clone Wars. "Oh come on, Alls." He feigned offense with an exaggerated pout that made his lips pucker adorably. "You know I only have eyes for you." His hand squeezed her ass lightly as they continued walking through the sea of blonde clones. These days the elder Winchester didn't think twice about such physical acts with his female counterpart.
"Yeah, fuckin' Chuck," he agreed, shaking his head in disbelief.

Allie rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away. "Shut up." He was teasing her, of course. When was he not teasing her? Well, more like when were they not teasing each other. She nudged him lightly in the arm and watched as people in front of them imitated fights between the brothers. Allie grinned and turned to look up at Sam. "Saving people, hunting things— the family business!" She imitated Dean's deep voice with her own and laughed. "I should change my costume."

Sam couldn't help but chuckle at Allie's imitation of Dean, shaking his head in amusement. "You know what? I think you should," he said with a grin, nudging her with jest as they continued to walk through the convention hall filled with their doppelgangers. He glanced around again and sighed heavily before turning back to them both.
"This is just... weird." His eyes fell on Becky who was watching them from across the room, an intense look on her face that made him feel even more uncomfortable than he already did being surrounded by so many people dressed like themselves. Not to mention Becky had a sort of… heavy leaning towards the tallest member of their trio.

Allie grinned a wildly mischievous grin. "You guys look around. I'll be back." If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. She slinked away from Sam and Dean to find a more... appropriate outfit.
When she came back her hair was pulled up into a messy bun. She had forfeited her vintage clothing in the interest of wearing bootcut jeans and a brown leather jacket layered over another jacket, layered over a T-shirt. So many layers.

When she arrived she smirked. "I need a cheeseburger..." she spoke gruffly, imitating Dean with her movements. "And a beer." Short but full of feist.

Sam's eyes widened in surprise when Allie returned, looking like a carbon copy of Dean. He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle at her imitation and the way she carried herself with confidence. "Well, well," he said, raising his eyebrows as he took in her newfound appearance.
"Look who decided to join the dark side." His voice was teasing, he knew she'd like the reference. She was a total geek despite her preppy exterior. Might as well keep the pop culture wagon moving.

Dean's jaw dropped when he saw Allie return, looking like a female version of himself. He couldn't help but let out an appreciative whistle as his eyes roamed over her new attire and the way she carried herself with confidence. "Damn," he said under his breath before turning to Sam with a smirk.
"I think I just found my new favourite costume." His gaze lingered on Allie for a moment longer than necessary, taking in every detail from her messy bun to the swagger in her step. She was pulling off this look better than any of these other clones could ever hope to achieve. Though, it did kind of feel weird that he was attracted to… Allie dressed up as him? Very niche. Couldn't find porn of that to live out the fantasy, that was for sure. He chalked it up to just enjoying the sight of her in his clothes.

In honesty, Allie had expected Dean to be a little annoyed. Certainly not into it. "Wait...what?" She frowned and looked down at herself before rolling her eyes. The whole idea had been a plan to mock him, annoy him. Fuck. "I did this to piss you off. Man..." Allie enjoyed pushing his buttons sometimes. It kept things fun.
She sighed and moved with the intention of letting down her long hair, waves, and curls no longer neatly styled. "Damn it."

Dean chuckled at Allie's reaction, shaking his head in amusement. "No no," he said quickly, reaching out to stop her from undoing the messy bun she had created earlier. His fingers brushed against her hair as he gently tugged it back up into place before securing it with a clip that was lying on one of the tables nearby and placing down a five-dollar bill.
"You look good like this." He leaned closer and whispered teasingly into her ear, "Maybe I should start dressing you more often." The thought sent an unexpected thrill through him; there was something oddly appealing about seeing her dressed just like himself that wasn't only inherently sexual. It made their connection feel even stronger somehow. She knew him so well.

Allie leaned into the moment. Why not? Sure she initially meant to piss him off but she could go both ways. She pulled back the leather jacket and flashed her gun. "Don't make me cuff you." The blonde smiled brightly before laughing. Too easy. These moments between her and the boys were truly what kept her going. "You ever been pistol-whipped in the bedroom?" Of course, she wasn't serious. She would never, ever hurt either of them.

Dean's eyes widened in surprise when Allie flashed her gun, but he quickly recovered with a smirk. "Oh really?" He challenged playfully before reaching for his own weapon and mirroring her pose. Their gazes locked as they stood there, both holding their guns casually yet suggestively. Their bodies locked in identical forms.
"You know… I prefer handcuffs," he said with a sly grin, leaning closer to whisper into her ear once more and keep their conversation private. His breath tickled the sensitive skin on her neck, sending shivers down her spine despite herself. It was all part of their game; they had been flirting like this for years now without ever crossing any lines or taking things too far.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle at the banter between his partners, shaking his head in familiarity. He knew they were just messing around, playing their usual game of teasing each other, but there was something more beneath the surface that he didn't want to approach. Jealousy. It felt clear as day. Though he had learned what it meant (at least somewhat). His younger self felt that perhaps it was due to romantic feelings, but now he has resigned the jealousy to being from two separate buckets. Bucket one: Sometimes Allie took Dean's focus off of him. Bucket two: He missed having that kind of connection with someone.
He cleared his throat awkwardly before stepping forward to break the tension. "So, uh," he began, gesturing towards a Q&A with Chuck that was about to take place. "Shall we?"

Dean's eyes flickered to Sam for a moment before returning his gaze back to Allie. He knew they were pushing the boundaries of their friendship, but he couldn't help himself when it came to her. She was like no other woman he had ever met; she understood him in ways that others didn't and could match his wit with ease, not to mention their bond was just plain fun. Those experiences were few and far between in their lives.
"Sure," he said finally, reluctantly letting go of Allie as they made their way towards Chuck's Q&A session.

As they made their way towards the presentation, Dean couldn't help but steal glances at her from the corner of his eye, admiring how well she carried herself in his clothes. She fit into this role perfectly - confident, sexy, dangerous… yet they weren't exactly the same. Lately, he had noticed that although his beautiful companion had flaws… they were all flaws that he didn't mind all that much. In fact, he kind of fucking loved them.
Son of a bitch.

Allie watched as Becky approached them, taking space beside Sam. She had to stifle a snort. The woman was always too... socially idiotic. She hung off of Sam like a plantar wart. Just constantly trying to burrow in. It was fuckin' weird.

Allie stayed quiet while the announcer spoke of the events that evening. One of them was a discussion that she hadn't exactly expected. 'Allie and The Winchesters, will they or won't they?' Her jaw went slack and the crowd was... very into it. "Oh common!" She whispered and looked around the room. These people were too invested in their sex lives. The books had… it all hangin' out.

Dean's eyes widened in surprise when the announcer mentioned a discussion about Alice and their relationship. He glanced at her, noting how uncomfortable she looked before turning back to face Chuck with an irritated expression on his face. "What the hell?" he muttered under his breath as people around them started whispering excitedly. Why the fuck were their lives always messed up! Not one day! They couldn't have one day!
An inevitable pang of protection over Allie occurred; they had always been close friends without any romantic involvement whatsoever, yet these fans seemed determined to ship them together despite knowing nothing about who they really were or what they went through every day. It was infuriating. Well — they did know, but not realistically!

Though... he could see why the fans did it. They did flirt constantly.
But still!

Sam let out a wry groan as the announcer spoke though he kept his eyes forward. They probably should have figured something uncomfortable would come from their attendance but this? Hopefully, the car ride home wouldn't be too awkward.
He glanced at Becky who appeared excited in a way that made him uncomfortable before turning back towards Chuck on stage. "This is getting out of hand," he spoke under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The idea of these strangers discussing something so personal made him want to leave immediately.

A few minutes moved by that were fairly uneventful. Dean pondered retreating until he heard Chuck note that he was going to start writing the books again.
Dean's resolve crumbled. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" The words were an aggravated and hushed hiss as he spoke. The idea of their lives being put on display once again had him in a wholly negative mood.

Sam's eyes narrowed as he listened to Chuck talk about writing more books, his jaw clenching in frustration. He hated the idea of their lives being monetized for everyone to see and judge; it was invasive and dangerous. He turned to Dean with a concerned look, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. "Dean," he said softly but firmly, trying not to draw attention from anyone else around them. "We can't do anything about this right now." His gaze flickered over to Allie before returning back to the other Winchester. "We'll talk to Chuck after."

Dean took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before turning his attention back towards Chuck. "Yeah," he muttered curtly, forcing a fake smile on his face as the conversation continued. He couldn't help but feel restless and irritated by their situation; these people didn't understand what they went through or how much shit it put them in every damn day.

Sam and Dean practically bee-lined to Chuck once the panel ended. Allie stood behind them and twirled around in her boots. She was pissed off but more so exasperated and just fucking tired. A Dean walked up to her and she instantly put her hand up. "Don't. Take a lap." The poor guy looked like a wounded puppy when he walked away.

When she turned the boys were leaving with Chuck and she was left alone with Becky who seemed... envious. Allie inhaled slowly through her nose and softened while looking at the other woman. "Look girl, you're playing the game all wrong. You gotta seem unavailable. Men are... dumb. I mean Sam's not dumb but most men are. They have two settings and the one you want likes to chase." She figured helping the other woman would mean less invasive and angry stares from her.

Allie took a seat beside her and relaxed into the comfort of it. "And spray your perfume into your hair. That's not in the books. I learned it in middle school; when you flip your hair they smell it." She scratched her arm. "And flirt. Eyes slanted. Sex eyes. It's all in the face."

Her genuine advice was interrupted by the sound of a woman screaming. Allie shot up from the chair and raced up the stairs two at a time. She pushed through the small crowd to find Sam and Dean at the front. Well, her Sam and Dean. The… real ones.

It was fake.
The LARPING of the evening had begun. Her hand fell away from her hip where the pistol resided. Fuck she was only getting more annoyed as time went on. The trio moved through the convention to watch the larping. Allie was just about fucking done. Really - they all were.

They moved to the bar to grab a few drinks; only alcohol could get them through this experience. The taste of tequila hitting her tongue sent her back to college. Allie watched as Sam nursed his beer, seemingly lost in thought and Dean flirted with one of the actresses that played a part in the larping. God. What were they doing?

Allie was about to pipe up and say she was going to hit the road, even if it meant sleeping in a ditch rather than staying at the con when a man hustled down the stairs. He was freaking out about being tossed around a room and seeing a child appear and vanish?

The three of them stood up right away. The man's story didn't seem to be fake. No one was acting like it was part of the convention or the larping, so they investigated the attic. Allie didn't exactly feel confident but… here they were. Doing their normal jobs and soon there would be another book written by Chuck probably about this exact moment. How meta.

Much to her surprise when they got there the EMF reader started blaring. Small problem —- real ghosts, fake hunters everywhere that were lookin' for them! Allie ran her hands over her face. "Just one normal day. Just one. That's all I want." The words were tired and nearly incoherent from how quietly she had spoken them but Sam piped up behind her. "Not at this job, Al." She knew what he meant. There would always be another monster around the corner—- lately every corner. Every turn. Every fucking stop along the road. Maybe they were getting too good at their careers. Too many promotions.

And then they came across the apparition of a young boy. The boy noted that his mom loved him 'this much' as he showed them the unfortunate truth. His head was scalped, his skull exposed, and unsightly. Hunts with children involved never ceased to make her uncomfortable but before they knew it the spirit had disappeared leaving only their solemn glances left in the attic. "Alright. I guess we're finding Mrs. Lovett and finishing the play." Hopefully, no people-filled meat pies were included. "Then we can get the fuck outta here."

Dean turned to look at Allie, confused. "Her name's Leticia Gore, not Lovett." How did she not know that? Allie paid attention more than he did. Usually. At least with all that small shit.

Allie stared blankly at him. "It was a Sweeney Todd reference." She said dully only to be met with quiet from Dean. There was a pause and Allie realized her reference hadn't landed. "It's a musical."

"..."

"Anyway" Sam intervened. Rarely were the two awkward, it was kind of humorous to witness. He couldn't stand how cringy it was to watch Dean not get her pop culture references. Allie's most recent hadn't been great but… you know… she tried.

—-—-—-—-—-—-

Finding a map of the cemetery where Gore was located had been a testament to patience. They found a pair of fake Sam and Dean's that they had encountered earlier in the night, the pair had unearthed the map, and after some negotiation over a fuckin' sizzlers gift card they made their way out to the next part of the 'scavenger hunt'. The pair made Sam and Dean become Rufus and Bobby. The real Dean didn't take that super well and Allie did her goddamn best to bite her tongue and just get the night over with.

"I need a spa day. I wanna wear cucumbers on my eyes and a rose petal mask." Normally she didn't complain so seriously but today? Yeah fuck today.

They strode to the cemetery and started digging up Leticia, all frustrated from the events that led to this moment. The fake Sam and Dean did not feel great about that. After all, they believed the situation to be a part of the game.

Sam looked at the two costumed versions of himself and his brother. "I thought you wanted to be hunters." These people had no idea what it was like to be them. The day had aggravated him and he was projecting that onto the others. It only made perfect sense that they were freaked out but the trio had a long day and these people were clinging to their lives thinking that their pain was fake!

Allie assisted Dean with shoveling out the grave; every few seconds she let out a pissed-off murmur. Sometimes saving people was a tough gig. Her arms were tired. When they finally hit bottom they both let out an exasperated sigh -
Only to be tossed through the air by a very pissed of spirit. Allie felt her back smash against a nearby tombstone in the graveyard and the rock cracked under her weight. "Ah! Fuck! Bitch!" She struggled to get up only to see the grave consumed in flames, Leticia Gore disappearing in front of her with a shriek.

The sound of Allie's pain had Sam on his feet, racing to her side to assist her in standing up. "You okay?" He gave the blonde a once over and rubbed her arms instinctively. His arm laced around her waist to hold her up. "Did you hit something?" The concern was evident, written clearly across the younger Winchester's expression. The spirit was salted and burned, meaning all that mattered was her. Dean's voice rang out in the background but Sam paid no mind to his older brother as he focused on Allie's safety.

She dusted herself off with Sam's aid. "I'm fine, it's okay. Just knocked the wind out of me." The blonde sighed and wiped off her dirt-covered shirt and ripped pants. "Fuck! Again!" She cursed herself for never learning. Her outfits weren't always exactly… practical but fashion was important! At least it was to her. At least these were Dean's clothes.

Yeah, it didn't fuckin' work!

Leticia Gore was apparently not the goddamn problem. Con attendees were being attacked and killed. So swell! Just fuckin' GREAT!

Sam approached Chuck and anxiously convinced him to keep the rest of the fans entertained whole the trio worked to protect everyone without causing a panic. They salted the main doors to the hall quickly. Plus now they had no guns! Sublime!

The whole thing was kind of funny in a sick twist of fate kind of way.

Dean had sussed out one of the actresses and assigned her with the role of playing the real Leticia Gore. Well, she already had that role but now she was a… recurring character in the musical. She got to play it again. This time with real ghosts! Real, very dangerous, ghosts.
Things were actually going to plan. She seemed to be in somewhat dominance over the children before a pop song reverberated in the room from her cell phone. Sam and Dean worked in tandem to fuck up the ghost kids with iron while Allie stood outside of the event room's doors.

In a quick second things changed. Allie sprang to her feet as the doors opened and a ghost child entered the room. She stopped at the sight of Chuck bringing his microphone stand down over the spectacle, causing it to fray. Not too shabby! He'd actually saved the day for some of those people which was at least somewhat honorable, though more so shocking considering it was… Chuck.

Before they knew it the children sparked and disappeared. The pair of cosplayers from the earlier adventure over Leticia Gore had effectively burned the bones. They were saved by the same civilians that they had previously placed judgment on.

That fact was not out of Allie's forethought. Was the day infuriating? Yes. But it had taught her something and reminded her to stay humble. The importance of that lesson was stark considering that the trio at times viewed themselves as being alone, too fucked up to fit in with normal society. As they drove away a sense of appreciation fell over her. They'd live another day because of fans who just wanted a moment to feel like heroes themselves.