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No Pairing- Supernatural

LARPing With Charlie and The Boys
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: None
Summary: You and the boys meet up with Charlie for a weekend of LARPing, where you and her majesty give the Winchesters a well deserved surprise.
Word Count: 2,295
A/N: Hope you enjoy!

You had just gotten back from a hunt with the guys, and you were exhausted. The nest of vamps you were hunting did not go down easy, but the hunt was over. All you wanted to do was take a shower, and fall asleep for eternity. You did just that, until your alarm woke you up 14 hours later. You sighed and turned off your alarm. You were about to go back to sleep, before you realized what day it was.

You smiled to yourself, got up, and ran to your closet to get your outfit and other LARPing gear. You ran and banged on Sam and Dean's door. "Come on guys, we have to go defend our majesty!" you shouted before you took over the bathroom to get ready.

An hour later you were ready to kick some shadow orc ass, in your grey tunic and red vest crested with the Moondor seal, matched with your tan pants. Around your waist was your sheath with your sword inside. When you walked into the kitchen there was a grand feast of waffles, toast, and eggs. The guys were dressed out too, in their tunics, pants, sheathed swords, and shields. Sam had his hair in a ponytail, and Dean had his headband on.

"You look battle-ready," said Sam, looking at you admiringly.

"Thank you, kind sir. Or should I say 'squire'?" you replied smirking. You were far better with a sword than Sam or Dean, and had advanced to the Queen's Honor Guard rather quickly. Now you trained the squires and helped lead the Queen's army in battles, you were practically her right-hand man/woman. And you never missed a beat to flaunt it in their faces. At first, people thought you were moving up the ranks because Charlie was your friend, but once you put the Queen's best knight in the medical tent they respected her decision.

"Shut up," said Sam frowning. You knew he was jealous, but you couldn't help it. Sam and Dean were stronger than you in every world except Moondor. And you adored Moondor, you could forget about all of the real monsters out there and just be a knight and hang out with your friends. You were just sad that you didn't get to visit the mystical land more often.

"You ready?" asked Dean, after you'd finished breakfast.
"You know it," you replied smiling. You followed them to the bunker's garage and got into Baby. You hit the road and reached the grounds in record time. You loved the feeling you got when you saw the tents, it was like you had time travelled to a simpler time, when it was okay to believe and fight monsters. It always made you feel bubbly inside. You jumped out and started running towards Charlie's tent.

You reached it in seconds. You almost barged in, but remembered Charlie telling you, "Don't come a knockin' if the tent's a rockin'," last time you did. Instead you called out, "You're Majesty? I wish to speak with you." After a few seconds you heard a faint 'come in,' and you entered the tent. You bowed, as was social etiquette.

When you stood up straight again, Charlie was smiling. "Hey, (Y/N)! How's my favorite heir?"

"When did I become an heir?" you asked, not exactly unhappy with the new title.

"When you took on so many jobs to help me when I was dating that gorgeous, needy elf," she said it like you had saved her life, which you could have. Elves can have huge tempers, and after that one guy brought real magic to a wooden-sword fight, Charlie made sure to let her subjects know her preferences.

Sam and Dean knocked, and entered, not waiting to be told to come in. "How are my favorite squires?" Charlie asked with a smirk.

"Fine," said Dean, "but your delightful sidekick got us up at the crack of dawn to get ready." He was scowling at you a bit, but you knew he would forgive you after today.