It was your all time fucking dream to go to a Supernatural convention, seeing Jared and Misha… Especially Jensen. He’s been your celeb crush for the longest time, so this was a big fucking deal.

You finally saved up enough to be able to enjoy the comedic and emotional moments of a convention, even being able to save up enough to take pictures with them and get autographs… Oh you were so fucking excited. Thrilled. Ecstatic. Whatever word you wanted to use, that’s how you felt. You had been wanting this for literal years.

Walking into the event you were immediately hit with booths all over the place selling Supernatural memorabilia, blankets, t shirts, and if you wanted to spend $300, you could get a replica of Deans brown leather jacket… Yeah that’s a bit excessive.

There were so many people, it was honestly kind of fucking overwhelming. But, in just an hour or so you’d be able to take a picture with Jensen, so it’s all worth it just for that. You just couldn’t believe it, you were so excited.

Plus, you got blessed by going with a couple of your best friends… So they were definitely helping with the overstimulating experience of the convention, going as far as to hold your hand or rub your back to soothe your nerves.

Thank God you weren’t one of those delusional fans that thought they had a chance with any of the actors, but you still dressed up… Well who needs a reason? You’re about to meet Jensen fucking Ackles. You don’t need to give a reason for at least wanting to look presentable.

Everyone was now lining up for the photo op with Jensen, each time the line got shorter and closer to you, your heart rate elevated more and more.

Jensen finally waved you over with a big ‘ol grin, opening his arms to give you a big hug. “Alright what pose ya thinkin’?”

He was so sweet in person, my God.