WinchestersXReader: Comic-Con

I laid slightly curled up to the side on my very uncomfortable and limiting economy sit. Already feeling tomorrow's neck-ache. My left cheek was tightly pressed against the icy window, feeling the little jolts of the engine resound against my numbed flesh. A scratchy blanket was draped around my right shoulder down to my left leg like a toga. I was about to fall asleep when I heard a faint mumbling of a Metallica song. And then a sneer:

"C'mon, stop it Dean! Some of us are actually trying to sleep."

"Leave me alone, Sammy! It's the only way to stop me from ganking some unlucky S.O.B out of terror." 

You were going to comic-con in _____, so this wasn't completely unexpected. When you went to the bathroom earlier you'd bumped into a big long-haired blonde man that had greeted you with "Greetings mere mortal!" with a nice toothy grin. And you were sure you heard Jim and Spock arguing as you made your way back to your sit. So, you turned around without thinking twice about it and said playfully: 

"You idjits, don't you know your more likely to die being hit by lighting then to die in a plane crash!" 

"I know, I've told him a million times before!" Sammy exclaims in agreement. 

It was a practically perfect cosplay, the hair lengths and the clothing. The Dean of the pair even had those amazing candy-apple green eyes. Which were terrified. You felt pity for him, he had one of Dean's most adorable, yet unlucky qualities. Specially now that Misha had organized the BIGGEST comic-con ever in a small tropical island close to Aruba. You retrieved your backpack from the floor and took out your Twix, which you had been planning to eat later. Oh well, he needed it more than you did. 

"Here," you said extending you hand to the Dean-cosplayer as you handed him the Twix, "Chocolate always helps." You gave a small smile and then bid both of them goodnight. 

-------------------------------------In the Comic-con-------------------------------------

This place is amazing! You thought as your eyes glazed every detail of the huge decored mansion. Devil traps painted on the cieling in various tinges, posters of Iron Man, Black Widow, Batman, name it made of M'M's or colored soda lids. A real sized cardboard Tardis gleaming in the center. An entire area where you could practice on simpler 3d maneuver gear used in Attack on Titan with sculptures of Titan Eren and Annie, with some normal ones scattered around the place. And so much more! 

You're wearing your long brown hair in a high ponytail, laced boats with a few specks of mud from your last "hunting trip", your favorite ripped jean shorts with a black tank top and over it (cause' your a winchester whose got her layers) an army-green over shirt. Right under your collarbone on your left side an ink-black demon trap tattoo. Hanging from your neck a plastic version of the Samulet. Pink satin panties for authenticity and a fake sawed off shotgun strapped to your back. Female Dean Winchester. 

You meet up with your best friend _____ whose dressed up as Female Sam Winchester, plaid shirt and moose antlers all ready. Even a bit of red lipstick at the sides of her mouth for "demon blood". 

"____, are you sure you want to do this?" she asks, almost pleading. 

"Hells yeah!" You answer doing a little eyebrow wiggle. 

--------------------------------------------On Stage-------------------------------------

We're behind the curtains, on our left out of the audience's view is a lemon pie covered in cream waiting for the moment. Oh well, Spoilers! Then the music begins, the curtains slowly being drawn away. You Shook Me All Night Long. 

"AC/DC, really Deanna?" ____ exclaims!

"HELLS YEAH SAMMY" I say as I rock my head back and forth making the best air guitar I've ever done. ____ starts to roll her eyes then awkwardly starts shaking her hips. My head bobs as I slide forth towards the audience. The crowd cheering like crazy. Then I throw some punches "Now I'm back in the ring" wooping my fist forward "To take another swing..." Then ____ dressed as Cas comes with an electric guitar, his black feathers rustling like crazy. I fall to my knees, following with a quick kick as I stand up again. I jump on ____ back grabbing hold tightly of his cardboard wings as ____ throws her antlers to the ground. Then, takes the pie and slams it into my face as I fall backwards comically. ____ is shocked and throws his guitar away to check if I'm okay and sits me up, I respond with my best Dean expression:

"Love me some pie!" and the crowd roars. 

We all stand up and take a bow as the next team gets ready to preform. Crowley and Bobby serenading each other to Céline Dion's "My heart will go on" as Balthazar does something about it. The general theme is three Supernatural characters, two of them doing something that annoys the third who in turn finds some hilarious way to stop it. 

I go get cleaned up in the bathroom and as I'm walking back to catch the end of the show I bump into the Dean guy from the airplane  "Uhh," he stutters his cheeks turning a pearly pink, "Great performance, I think you really did a great job portraying him", then sorta whispers to himself "Hell, I should know."

"Thanks, the cake though was my friend's _____ idea, the one that plays female Sam." 

"Pffft, I wished Sam had those ideas, I do love me some pie." he says as he winks. 

I laugh, this guy doesn't break character for a second. 

"So, what's the deal with you and that Cas fellow? Boyfriend?" he asks, trying to sound nonchalant. 

"Nah, me and ____ are just good friends, and he already has a boyfriend." I state giving a sideways look to show him ____ having a quite explicit make out session with _____, a demon Dean cosplayer. "Get a room!" I shout at them, though he literally just makes a hand gesture shooing me away, then catches up in speed once again. 

"Ha, now that's something you don't see everyday!" the Dean guy exclaims. 

"First comic-con?" I ask.

"Uh-huh." he stutters. 

"Well you look real good just saying, you got him down patch" I say.

"Don't objectify me!" he giggles. 

"So, um do you want some pie? We bought an extra just in case..." I ask awkwardly.

He grins, "What flavor?"

"Pecan." 

"Well? What are we waiting for?" he asks as he offers me his arm.