Clueless // Supernatural & Dan and Phil [ D I S C O N T I N U E D ]

12. I Dreamed A Dream

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Sam's a fan. Not just an "Oh, yeah, I saw one of those videos once." fan. He's an "I religiously watch those videos and I couldn't live without them." fan.

He's my freaking fan.

I was right on my first judgement three weeks ago. He really is YouTube trash.

I mean, liking Dan and Phil was a given (seriously, they're everywhere), and knowing PewDiePie, Tyler Oakley, Zoella. I mean, you'd have to be a hermit to not know who they are right now. But knowing me, that's a whole other level of trash.

I feel like hardly anyone knows me. Yeah, 2.3 million is kinda a lot, and I'm so grateful for each and every person who's subscribed, but still. No one really knows me.

Most people at 2.3 million subscribers have released a book, or done a tour, or released a movie, or all three. All I've done is sit in my bedroom alone and think about some crazy stories I could tell the internet.

I haven't worked for this, I don't deserve fans. But somehow I have them. And they come in the form of a Moosepuppy.

"Oh." I voice the only word that I can to let him know that I heard him.

"Your videos are so creative and informative. You keep questioning normality and I love that. I know so much about what society creates thanks to you and I honestly don't know what I would've done these past six months without you and your videos to keep me going." He monologues, seemingly pouring his heart out.

"Wow." I manage to force out. "I didn't realise you liked my videos that much."

Sam smiles and goes a slight scarlet colour.

"Thank you," I say sincerely and take his hands once again.

"No, thank you." He replies.

Wow, this is getting soppy. I move it along by letting go of his hands and hugging Totoro once more.

"Is there something else you wanted to tell me?" I ask, guessing that that wasn't the only reason he burst into tears.

I mean, I know some people get really passionate about YouTube, but I don't think a 22-year-old moose of a man would be crying about the fact that he likes my videos. If he is, good for him, but chances are there's something more.

There's always something more with the Winchesters.

It takes a moment for him to reply, but when he does, it's a simple. "Yes."

I don't say anything. I let him figure out what he's going to say and say it in his own time. Forcing it out wouldn't do either of us any good.

"I've gone over and over this in my head so many times, but I guess there's no easy way to say this." He starts, justifying the long wait unnecessarily. "You know that I got out of the life, don't you? That I went to college?"