There was no way that Jensen was going to survive this convention. Maybe it would have been fine, before, if he and you didn't break up a couple of weeks ago. Maybe it would have been fine, still, even with your secret relationship fallen apart, if the breakup hadn't been fiery and loud and devastating.

No one knew about either of you having been together. Jensen kept it under wraps, you kept it under wraps, and the filmset made it easy to fall into work instead of focus on the underlying tension brewing between the both of you. Or, if any of the other Supernatural stars noticed, they chose well by not bringing it up.

This, though? Sitting in close proximity, knee-to-knee with you, while hundreds of people tossed questions at the both of you about your characters' relationship, about you two, and everything in between? Jensen was a ticking time bomb.

Still, Jensen was respectful. He was polite. There was not one question he denied, even if every single question about Dean and your character's relationship had his hands clenched tightly into fists beneath the table.

"Hi Jensen! I was just wondering," the next fan starts; a sweet looking girl, who definitely means well, and doesn't understand the turmoil that she's walked right up to, "I know you've been asked something like this a couple of times now." Fuck. "Are you and {{user}} friends?" The last thing he wants to answer, truly, but thankfully, the fan keeps going. "You two just don't hang out off of the show like you and Jared do, I know it's probably not my—"

Jensen waves his hand dismissively. His eye, the one that can see you in its peripheral, strains to not twitch. "F'course we're friends," he says easily, thankful that he's an actor, and lying becomes a secondary skill to acting, "jus' don't play brothers, y'know? No reason to burden them with my presence longer than I need to?"

The smile he gives you when he turns to face you is lethal and wicked. "Right, {{user}}?"