*Currently Editing but not really 'cause i have abandoned wattpad but want to warn u how bad this is*
When you and your best friend go to a con and meet the cast of Supernatural, you lock yourself out of your hotel room after kicking the green eyed...
"Y/N!" Y/B/F yells from the bottom of the stairs. You quickly bolt up, your h/l h/c hair sticking all around from the one night you got a decent amount of sleep. "Y/N!!"
"What?!" You angrily scream as you fall back down onto the bed, not wanting to deal with anything she/he was going to throw your way this early in the morning.
"Are you kidding me?! It's friggin Supernatural day!!" She/He screams as she/he jumps on top of you to wake you up even more than you had been.
"No, that's on Saturday." You groan while turning around to make sure that he/she had fallen off of you, onto the floor in a heap.
"What do you think today is assbutt?!" He/she screams in reply.
"Friday." You mutter while pulling the blanket over your head.
"Y/N Y/M Renner! It is Saturday, December seventeenth!!" Y/B/F screams. "We are in fricken Nashville staying with my aunt to just be here for the convention! Your Dean costume is sitting right over there waiting for you to put it on!!"
"Oh my god Y/B/F! Move, I completely messed up the date!" You scream as you jump from your bed and rush towards the bathroom, grabbing your Dean costume as you went past the chair. Y/B/F laughs as she/he stands up from your bed.
He/She claps her hands in triumph, no one had ever been able to wake you up as well as she/he could. Score: 107 for her/him to 0 for you.
LATER
You put the finishing touches on the Mark Of Cain, you and Y/B/F were planning to go as the brothers from season ten because you knew most would be going for the current season of the show and you both wanted to stand out. Also with your personality, you were able to pull off Mark Of Cain Dean.
Your outfit itself consisted of a green t-shirt with your favorite leather jacket over it. You had on your favorite pair of jean shorts and you had your FBI badges that you and Y/B/F name had gotten off of the fan site for each other. To say that you were excited was an understatement.
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You smile and finally step out of the bathroom to see Y/B/F waiting for you on your bed, her/his Sam outfit already on along with her/his car keys flipping in her/his hands. You chuckle as you cross your arms and look over at her/him as she/he stares back at you.
"What?" You finally ask.
"Hey, if I were anyone who had a thing for Dean. I'd swing your way." He/She jokes you roll your eyes at the compliment before walking forward to tap their shoulder.
"The costume was supposed to be tight okay? That's what the guy who helped me at the store said." You shrugged.
"You are too innocent."
"Shut up, I knew what he was doing. Why do you think I did it?" You demand.
"Because you're stupid."
"Because I wanted that discount idiot." You scoff with another roll of your eyes.
"You slut." She/he mutters.
"Bitch." You state before walking passed her to go downstairs to greet her aunt, uncle, and two cousins. Who in all honesty probably loved you more than her because you talked to them the most.
"She's mean." Y/B/F announces while plopping down in your chair that you were going to sit in at the breakfast bar.
"I am not." You mutter while moving to sit down in the chair to her/his left.
"Are too." Y/B/F grumbles.
"Will you two stop?" Your aunt laughs. "You two are supposed to be adults!"
"Oh come on, Y/A/N." Your uncle laughs. "Them? Adults?"
"It's supposed to be Supernatural Day or whatever." Y/B/F's cousin scoffs. "Aren't you supposed to like...not fight?"
"Everybody dies, I'm usually crying anyways." You quip, she/he smiles as your friend does the same.
"Y/N cries a little more when Dean dies for sure, remember when I sent you that video? That was her from when Metatron killed Dean." Y/B/F laughs.
"Shut up!" You whine.
"What video?" His/Her uncle questions, right away Y/B/F pulls out her phone and turns on the video.
VIDEO
"Y/N, what's wrong?" Y/B/F's voice demands as you continue to sob horribly, the TV paused behind both of you.
"h....he le....left m....me!" You sob. "A...and....th....then....the....they.....end....ended.....the.....the...episode!"
"Y/N, he's going to come back." Y/B/F laughs. "They always do."
"W.....what.....i....if...h....he.....d.....doesn't!" You shriek while pulling your knees to your chest. "H....he w....was....my....my....one.....t....true.....l...love!"
"You are such a nerd." Y/B/F laughs.
"I....I...am.....n....not!" You sob.
"Y/N, stop." Y/B/F laughs as the camera shakes. "Or I'm sending this to Jensen himself."
You sniffle and slowly stand, trying to get away from the camera. Your ice cream bowl clutched to your chest, only to trip and fall; spilling the ice cream almost everywhere.
"Oh my god it's the work of demons!" You scream while grabbing your hair as you sit up on your knees, your head falling down to the ground.
"You're so hopeless."
REALITY
"Now that would make you some money." His/Her uncle laughs as Y/B/F puts her phone away.
"It is not my fault! That was all the god damned alcohol!" You whine. "Which Y/B/F poisoned me with."
"LIES!" She/he shrieks.
"Shouldn't you two be going soon?" Y/B/F's other cousin questions while looking up at both of you with an annoyed expression. Quickly both your eyes go to the clock on the counter before you both jump up and rush away from the breakfast bar.
"Wait, pictures!!" Her/His aunt yells, causing both of you to stop in your tracks when you were almost out the door.
"Damn it." You mutter.
"It'll take two minutes." She assures.
"Will it?" Y/B/F scoffs as you both follow her/his aunt who leads you both out the door to the backyard.
"We're how old and still doing this?" You chuckle.
