Jensen Ackles x Reader
Series summary: Your best friend finally convinces you to put on your big girl panties and go to a Supernatural convention while you are in Atlanta. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought you would catch Jensen's...
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A/N: Also, remember, THIS IS FICTION, for the purpose of this story line Jensen is single. There is in no way hate intended towards his family.
Y/F/N- your friend's name
Y/N's POV
I groan in response to the incessant beeping of the stupid alarm clock in our hotel room, lazily fumbling about, trying to find the snooze button. "Hold it! What do you think you're doing missy?!" Oh Y/F/N, and her bubbly, chipper morning self.
"Five more minutes..." I mumbled into the pillow, begging her for some mercy.
She apparently takes that as a sign to jump on my bed and start bouncing up and down, repeatedly chanting, "Today's the day! Today's the day!"
"Get off of me!"
"Nu-uh, not until you get up! Come on, come on, up up! We have a big day ahead!"
All that ecapes my mouth is a grumble, followed by some explatives, and finally, "Don't remind me..."
"Seriously Y/N? I mean you've only loved this show since day one. You should be excited, it's gonna be so much fun! Cons are awesome, you meet soooooo many cool people. Not to mention the cast is there" she says nudging me with her elbow, and wiggling her brows in that goofy way she does.
She and I have been best friends since god only knows when. We've been through everything together, and she's always been the one to push me out of my shell. At this point she could get me to do anything with her goofy go get em attitude. "Fine...." I throw my hands up in surrender, as I sit up.
Her ecstatic squeal's loud enough to wake everyone in the hotel, I'm sure of it. She bounds around the room, gathering up what she says is the perfect con outfit for me. I had begged her before we came to let me dress down. I want to be low key in this whole thing- no attention brought to me what so ever; completely under the radar. "Here, wear this" she says handing me a simple black t-shirt. Oh thank god, she did hear me! I thought.
My mini celebration stops abruptly when I flip the shirt over. There's a giant picture of Dean leaning against the Impala with he words 'Forget the Prince Charming with his horse, I want Dean with his Impala!' scrawled across the front. "I am not wearing this." I say, getting up from the bed, and heading towards the bathroom to get in the shower.
Her response is to put her hands on her hips, lean forward, and pout "Y/N, you love Dean!"
"And I can love him without the shirt to prove it."
"Please, I'm wearing my Sam shirt... come on don't leave me hanging. We gotta be the complete Winchester set."
Ugh, "Fine. I'll wear it, but I am wearing a flannel over it!"
Within a couple short hours we are walking into the lobby with people buzzing about, all giddy and laughing with each other. I have to admit it's kinda cool. I mean all these people coming together simply because of a common interest in a show.
