Beating The Best || Jensen Ackles x Reader

Chapter Two

SUPERNATURAL PANEL
12:00 PM

"I'm not excited." You chuckle while almost bouncing out of your seat from the obvious excitement that you were failing miserably to hide. Somehow you and Y/B/F had scored second-row seats. Which was almost enough, almost.

"Other people are in your same shoes." Y/B/F chuckles with a roll of her eyes. You see he/she wasn't as engrossed in the show as you were. In her/his opinion you were the highest/biggest fan because of the way you acted.

"Yeah but....they may all have been here before. I have not." You state while crossing your arms stubbornly.

"I'm pretty sure that there are more people here than just you who's first con is this one." Y/B/F states, just as the lights dim down.

"Oh god." You mutter as a warrior call sounds through the sound system, causing the crowd to yell with delight.

"By the way." Your friend whispers. "How'd the audition go last night? I never got to ask this morning."

"They said that they liked me and will be calling soon to let me know." You mumble in reply. "Then we ended the call.....and I fell asleep."

"Why do you sound so down?" He/She demands as Misha, Richard, and Rob walks onto the stage, skipping with their arms linked together and smiles on their faces. You smile at them and watch as Rob breaks away to twirl Richard as if he were a ballerina.

"Because I was told whenever someone says that that usually they mean they aren't going to call." You half-heartedly reply as the trio greets the crowd, smiles growing as their eyes scan over the many faces. Misha pulls away and steps forward, his eyes searching the crowd as if looking for something, or someone, in particular.

"Who told you that?" Y/B/F scoffs under his/her breath.

"YouTube." You mutter.

"Of course." She/He groans.

"What?" You question. He/she is about to reply when the trio starts talking again and both you and Y/B/F's attention is pulled away from each other.

"Hello everyone!" Rob smiles while waving to the crowd and the room suddenly explodes with screaming.

"Alright alright!" Jensen's voice cuts Richard from speaking. Abruptly the screaming stops and is replaced by a chuckle that ripples through the crowd as you all look around to try and spot him. "You can't start this without us! We had a deal!"

"You lost a bet!" Misha quips while pointing out into the crowd, not exactly knowing where Jensen was, as a person sits down in the seat to your left. You don't even look over as you scoot slightly over to get closer to your friend because the man had been quite close to your side of the seat.

"I did no such thing!" Jared's voice rings throughout the room, seeming to come from the opposite side of Jensen's. "That was all drunk Jensen."

"Hey hey hey!" Jensen's voice argues, sounding quite close to you...well closer than before. You shake your head at your craziness of the thought before leaning over to your friend.

"This sounds like Vegas last year." You chuckle, earning a chuckle from the man to your left even though you had tried to not let anyone hear. The chuckle rings throughout the speakers, causing both you and your friend to turn and look at him with wide eyes.

Jensen fucking Ackles was sitting right next to you, less than a fucking foot away. Your mouth drops in shock as you and your friend stare at him with slack jaws.

"Close your mouth sweetheart, you'll catch flies," Jensen states into the microphone as a light shines down on you and him. Where the light came from, you didn't know, but you sure as hell were not going to let this man insult you today. No, you had enough of that with Y/B/F.

"What? The flies that are circling your head?" You quip, not even thinking through what had come from your mouth. Your voice had carried over to the microphone so that everyone in that room could hear your reply. The cast, and almost the whole audience, start laughing at your response and Jensen's mouth opens in shock.

"Close your mouth sweet pea, you'll catch flies." You sarcastically comment while tapping his cheek before turning around to face the stage again. Your cheeks turning a light crimson from your bold move.

"Wow. You're more of Dean than I am." Jensen chuckles as he turns to look at you again after looking wide-eyed at the trio on the stage.

"Oh, you bet your ass." You state, mentally slapping yourself for continuing on with this conversation with your sarcastic comments.

"I think we have a competition sparking." Misha chuckles into the microphone as Jared finally climbs on stage, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Y/N has a photographic memory, she'll kick your ass any day." Y/B/F muttered but of course, Jensen had to hear part of it.

"What was that about her kicking my ass?" Jensen demands, a smile growing on his lips.

"She has a photographic memory for this show....She's going to kick your ass." Y/B/F repeats.

"I like this challenge." Jensen comments. "So shall we?"

"No...I like my seat right here." You quickly reply.

"Oh get up there you friggin sarcastic bitch." Y/B/F scoffs while pushing you from the seat, right into Jensen's arms. Who had been standing to wait to take you up to the stage.

"Assbutt." You scoff as Jensen drags you up onto the stage. Misha is the first to greet you with a smile and a quick hug. Followed by Rob, Richard, and Jared. After greeting everyone, Jensen grabs your hand and leads you to the front of the stage where two microphones are being set up.

"Alright, we're going to have fans ask a set of questions," Rob states while looking to both you and Jensen. "You both answer as soon as you know the answer, whoever gets it wins the point."

"If Jensen gets it wrong, he can keep trying right?" You sweetly question, even though the sweet tone had a tinge of sarcasm to it.

"Oh, this competition just got real." Richard shakes his head as you smile in their general direction.

"Yes, if Jensen gets it wrong. He is allowed to try again." Rob nods back at you.

"Great, you hear that Jensen? You're not going to completely fail!" You gush, hearing your friend cheer you on in the crowd.

"Oh, it's on...I don't know your last name." Jensen sighs in defeat.

"Renner. My last name is Renner, Ackles." You scoff while crossing your arms with a small smirk.

"Great. Thank you." He nods before going back into a 'competition' like mode. "It's on Renner."