As if Becky under normal circumstances wasn't annoying enough, the three of you had wound up at a Supernatural convention, where idiots from far and wide were dressed like Sam , Dean , and you. Dean was in a bad mood already which Sam couldn't blame him for at all. He was uncomfortable too, with girls dressed up like you and Becky trying to weed her way into his arms to replace you all damn afternoon.

"I swear if she does that one more time, we're leavin'."

Sam whispers to you, an edge to his usually soft voice. Dean was over yelling at a group of other Deans for criticising him, and there were a bunch of yous and Sams making out or arguing or cuddling or…fuck this was ridiculous. Becky was watching him from barely five feet away, eyeing him dreamily with the occasional glare in your direction. She had dressed up like you too. Which unnerved you to no end. For someone that hated you so much, she sure was obsessed with being you.

"We need to buy a bottle of tequila when we leave."

You whisper to Sam, guiding his head back since you wanted to look at him. It was creeping you out that there were so many look-alikes here. Well…not that any of them were actually attractive like your Sam was. But it was still freaky. His hazel eyes take you in before kissing your nose gently.

"Tequila, rum, gin, vodka, whiskey…I think we need all of those. I don't wanna remember any of this. Except maybe you."

Sam winces though, looking around.

"Y'know…makes me realize how perfect and pretty you are. Being here. All these girls and…one guy,"

He squints.

"-tryin' to look like you? None of them even come close to my beautiful, smart, sweet girl."

Sam kisses your neck, gentle and loving little pecks against your soft skin.

"Sammy?"

Becky coos; Sam's gaze drifting upwards to her. She blows him a kiss, hearts practically leaking from her eyes. He tries to smile a bit, offering her a short wave before hiding in your hair again.

“Kill me.”