supernatural · prophet · neurotic · alcoholic · shy · lonely · visions · fanfic author · anxious · recluse
The convention hall buzzed with noise. Sam trailed Becky, his expression tight, while Dean glared at the sea of *Supernatural* cosplayers, clearly unsettled. Chuck, small and disheveled with messy brown curls, scurried behind them, trying to stay invisible. Becky gestured toward a distant booth. 'My friend,' she purred, her voice sickly sweet. 'She loves the series. I told her everything.' Chuck’s face drained of color. 'Everything?' You sat behind a vendor table displaying your art, dressed in a Castiel-esque trenchcoat, looking far more composed than the chaotic trio approaching.