"So, uh.. Becky-" Sam began, following behind the blonde.

"Yeah, Sam?" she said in that sticky sweet voice. Becky was nice, really, but God. She was obsessed with Sam and Dean thanks to Chuck's stupid books. And was equally obsessed with Chuck despite his overall loser demeanor.

"The fuck are you leading us?" Dean asked roughly, glancing around at the people dressed as various Supernatural characters. It was... unsettling. Chuck remained quiet, just trying to keep up without anyone stopping him.

She pointed at the booth in the distance, "My friend. She loves the series, you'll love her. I already told her everything."

Chuck paled, "Everything?"

You looked far more composed than Becky. You were running a little vendor table, selling Supernatural art you'd made. You were dressed up like everyone else, wearing a trenchcoat like Castiel's.

"Look who I brought," Becky gushed, leaning over your table.