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    [ supernatural -- seasons 1-8 ] Ophelia and Libby Winchester Series: Comfort Crowd Running Up That Hill Stronger Than Ever I DO NOT own Supernatural, any of the show's characters or storylines. I ONLY own my OCs and their storylines.

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    079. CONVENTION

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    Dean pulls up to a hotel and the four get out, Dean stopping when he notices cars identical to his.
    "Hey. Come on." Sam calls. The four rush to the front of the hotel where Chuck is pacing. "Chuck! There you are."
    "Guys?" Chuck questions.
    "What's going on?" Dean asks.
    "Ah, nothing. You know, I'm just kinda hanging. What are you guys doing here?" Chuck asks.
    "You told us to come." Dean says.
    "Uh, no I didn't." Chuck says.
    "Yeah, you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?" Sam asks.
    "I didn't send you a text." Chuck says.
    "We drove all night!" Dean yells.
    "I'm sorry, I don't understand what could... oh no." Chuck realizes something.
    "What?" Dean asks.
    "Sam! You made it!" They hear and turn to see Becky at the top of the steps.
    "Who is that?" Libby whispers.
    "Oh, uh, Becky, right?" Sam asks as she runs down to them.
    "Oh, you remembered." She says. "You've been thinking about me." She says in a low voice.
    "Is this Uncle Sammy's psycho girl?" Ophelia asks and Dean nods.
    "I..." Sam doesn't know how to reply to the woman.
    "It's okay. I can't get you out of my head either." She grins.
    "Becky, did you take my phone?" Chuck asks.
    "I just borrowed it from your pants." Becky says.
    "That's stealing." Ophelia notes.
    "Becky..." Chuck sighs.
    "What? They're going to want to see it!" Becky insists.
    "See what?" The brothers ask.
    "Oh, my God. I love it when they talk at the same time!" Becky squeals.
    "Hey, Chuck?" A guy at the top of the steps calls. "Come on, pal, it's showtime."
    Becky excitedly runs up the stairs.
    "Guys. I'm sorry. For everything." Chuck says before going up stairs. Sam and Dean exchange confused look before the four follow the prophet.
    They walk into the hotel, a large man walking by them and laughs.
    "Hey, Dean, looking good." He tells Dean.
    "Who the hell are you?" Dean asks.
    The man turns back to him, wearing similar clothes to Dean.
    "I'm Dean too. Duh." He says before walking away.
    The four observe the area, finding people dressed like them, other hunters, and things they've hunted.
    "Daddy." Libby calls, tugging on Sam's hand.
    "What?" Sam mumbles.
    "I'm scared." She states. Sam looks down at her seeing her lips in a pout and her eyes are watery. Sam picks her up, holding her close to him and she wraps her arms around his neck.
    There's giggles behind them making Ophelia jump and turn to see Becky.
    "What?" Dean questions nobody in particular.
    "Becky. What is this?" Sam asks.
    "It's awesome! A supernatural convention. The first ever." She states.
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