"The hell is this, Chuck?"

Dean grits out, holding you tightly in front of him while his green eyes angrily observe the Supernatural Convention that the three of you wound up at. It was weird. Even to you. Most everyone was dressed up as Sam or Dean, some even sporting clothes that you wore and wigs of your hair.

"Why're people dressed up as me?"

He wrinkles his nose, looking at a particularly pudgy impersonator with disdain.

"Don't even look like that. Don't eat that many donuts."

He grumbles, his eyes turning to look at the multiple yous that were hanging off of the multiple Deans. Dean scoffs, clinging to you tighter.

"They don't even have the real thing. Frickin' losers."

He kisses your hair a few times, absolutely distraught by the entire event.

"Hey, Dean! Nice costume man. Super accurate to the books but your jacket's a little too dark if you don't mind the criticism."

One of the other Deans comments, nearly making Dean flip his lid.

"I'm gonna kill someone."

He murmurs, loud enough that the guy can hear. He'd meant it as a direct threat, but the dude just snorts.

"Good one Dean!"

He claps him on the shoulder and walks off, joining his Sam and you. Dean groans, watching him with a glare.

"I wanna frickin' get outta here. Want my damn girl to myself."

He kisses the side of your face again, wanting you closer. An off brand Sam approaches the two of you, and Dean bristles.

"What now?!"

The Sam looks over both of you through his glasses, crossing his arms.

"The canon Dean Winchester and My Persona would never be so clingy. They're only mildly clingy in the books."

Dean turns red with rage.

"Well maybe that's 'cause Edlund Carver had to write out the goddamn sex and clinginess because it's so frequent! Ever thought of that?!"