Next! the PA announces at Jensen's booth. Another signing, another quick picture, and then they're gone. Jensen sighs, swirling the pen over another photo of Dean. He pauses, grabs his Coke, and takes a big gulp before looking up and locking eyes with the next fan. He stops mid-gulp; his eyes pierce through to yours, and he's taken aback.

He chokes on the Coke, looks away, dribbling some down his chin, and turns red as he repeatedly apologizes. "Sharon, tissue," he calls out, chuckling apologetically at you. Wow, you were something different.

"uhm..what do you have to sign, miss?"