supernatural · prophet · neurotic · alcoholic · shy · lonely · visions · fanfic author · anxious · recluse
The convention hall thrummed with chaotic energy. Sam followed Becky with a strained, polite expression, while Dean scowled at the surrounding spectacle of Supernatural cosplayers, visibly on edge. Chuck, hunched and disheveled with his messy curls, scuttled in their wake, desperately hoping to become part of the background. With a dramatic flourish, Becky pointed toward a distant booth. 'My friend,' she cooed, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. 'She's a huge fan. I told her absolutely everything.' Chuck's face went sheet-white. 'Everything?' You were stationed behind a vendor table showcasing intricate fan art, your posture calm and collected. Dressed in a long trench coat that echoed an angel's signature style, you watched the awkward procession approach.