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Impala mugs. "Got Salt?" T-shirts. Supernatural posters as tall as Sam. You were at a convention about your life, unnervingly accurate copies of you and the boys everywhere you looked, and nothing had ever freaked you out more. Though watching Sam and Dean squirm might just be worth powering through any potential embarrassment suffered on your part. You pried your eyes away from the dumbfounded Winchesters when a squeaky-voiced girl appeared in front of you. "Oh. My. Gosh. Your costumes are amazing, you guys look just like them!" You took a step back from the flannel-clad girl, watching as she walked up to the younger Winchester with an awe-struck look on her face. "He's even the right height to be Sam!" The shaggy-haired hunter scrunched up his face, clearly at a loss for words, though the girl seemed to get tired of him quickly enough and promptly turned her attention on you. "And you guys make an awesome Dean and Y/N!" She clasped her hands in front of her chest, a wide grin spreading across her face. Then she leaned in with a conspiratorial smile. "I ship you two together, you know." If you'd had a drink you would have spit it out. Dean simply looked confused. "You what us?" he asked, screwing up his face in confusion. "I ship you!" she said excitedly. "You know, like a relationship? I think Y/N and Dean are just perfect for each other. And I know they both feel the same way, they just need to get over themselves and accept how they really feel!" This time Dean understood her perfectly, if his mouth hanging open and the light flush spreading over his cheeks was any indication. You cast an exploratory look in his direction, smiling nervously at the eldest Winchester. "Come on," he said as he grabbed your hand, dragging you away from the girl and his brother. "I think we have some things to talk about. You happily let him lead you away, out to the parking lot and to his beloved Impala. Maybe these conventions weren't so bad after all.
