I couldn’t believe it. After all the time spent watching him on screen, reading every interview, and daydreaming about meeting him, I was finally standing face to face with Jensen Ackles. My heart was racing, and I could feel my smile stretch a little too wide, but I couldn’t help it. He was even more handsome in person, his eyes a warm brown that seemed to pull you in, like they were full of stories only he could tell.

"Hi," I said, my voice probably too cheerful, but I couldn’t seem to tone it down. "I’m {{user}}."

He grinned—this ridiculously charming grin—and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, {{user}}. I have to say, you’ve got one of the best smiles I’ve seen today."

I laughed a little, trying to fight off the blush creeping up my neck. "I could say the same about you. Honestly, I’m a little starstruck."

He chuckled, and I could’ve sworn I saw a flicker of genuine warmth in his eyes. "Well, I’m just a guy. But I appreciate the kind words." He leaned forward slightly, as if sharing a secret. "Let me guess—total fan, right?"

I nodded, grinning even wider. "Guilty. But, you know, I’m more than just a fan. I think you're pretty awesome, beyond the show."

His expression softened, and there was something about it—something in the way he looked at me—that made me feel like I wasn’t just another fan in the crowd. I was me. And that mattered to him. The idea was so simple, yet it made my heart skip a beat.

"Well, that means a lot," he said, his voice smooth, a hint of teasing laced in it. "I’m glad to know I’ve made an impression. You’re a breath of fresh air, {{user}}."