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Your first convention god you were so excited, too excited really. Just next week you were off to see the cast of your favourite show Supernatural! Your best friend (f/n) was supposed to be coming to but she had to cancel due to a wedding in her family. You were so freaked at first you almost said you wouldn’t go as well but luckily she reminded you of how long you had been looking forward to this and you quickly changed your mind. That was a month ago now you weren’t so sure. Sure you were a confident person, no one would label you as shy but driving 3h, staying away from home, going to a big event all on your own… it just seemed a little more than you could handle… “OH COME ON (Y/N)! You’re better than this just calm down” you shouted at your reflection in the mirror hopping it would listen and calm down however stupid that seemed.
>>>>>>>day before the convention<<<<<<
You were all set to travel you had packed your bag equipped with all then plaid you could ever need, you had snacks for the journey and most importantly you had your poster to be signed it was a simple poster of the season 4 title. It was your favourite because that’s when Castiel; your favourite character EVER joined the show and he just happened to be played by Misha Collins your favourite actor! You had also painted your nails supernatural style white base with pentagrams on the thumbs and blood drips on the fingers to be honest you were really proud of them this reminded you to pack the nail stuff for touch ups and stuff. You decided to call (f/n) to let her know you were on your way then you would be away and driving. “Hey (y/n)! Came your friend’s peppy voice “getting ready to leave?” “Just leaving actually” you smiled into your phone “Great well don’t forget to call me when you get there and tomorrow and after you meet each actor and,” luckily you cut her off before she could finish “whoa whoa I’ll call regularly ok chill!” “Fiiiiiinnnnneee but you better keep that promise” by this point you were already walking out the door “err I did NOT promise anything but whatever I’m leaving now so bye!” she got in a hurried bye before you had hung up closed the door and drove away.
One incredibly boring car journey where you’re pretty sure you listened to carry on My Wayward Son a few to many times. You had arrived “Finally” you sighed as you got out the car “Fresh air” you quickly dragged your suit case in and found your room and so begun the tedious task of unpacking. Although you didn’t think anything could be boring, as you were far too excited for tomorrow. After unpacking you laid out your outfit for tomorrow you had picked a black T with a red plaid top to wear over it then your favourite dean-style jacket some plain old jeans and black boots to top it all off.
>>>>>>>>Next day<<<<<<<<<
Your alarm clock woke you up and for once you weren’t angry or tired you sprung out of bed wishing you could drive straight over to the convention, but that would be stupid as it wasn’t even open yet…. You hopped into the shower then dried your hair deciding to just leave your (h/l) (h/c) hair. After getting dressed and having some rushed breakfast you grabbed your phone, money, nail things and poster and got in the car yet again. In less than 20 minutes you were there, unfortunately there was already a dauntingly long queue outside however it was shorter than it could have been as you deliberately chose a small convention rather than one of the huge ones.
>>>>>>>>>>a long queue later: Misha’s signing<<<<<<<<<<
“Yes!” you were inside now to find where Misha was signing. After consulting you trusty map you headed in the correct direction (hopefully) to be met with… an even longer queue. Luckily at this point you couldn’t care less, you could see him, Misha Collins the best person in the world in your opinion anyway. You happily joint the queue and prepared yourself for the wait…. You were only 6 people from the front now and you were starting to feel like you should be freaking out but for some odd reason the adrenaline was making you confident? Instead. 5 people left now. You weren’t sure why but you were definitely glad you weren’t nervous you didn’t think you would be able to talk without the adrenaline pumping through your veins right now.4, 3, 2 ok NOW you were slightly nervous but you pushed that to the back of your head and concentrated on what you wanted to say. 1, 0. You were there standing in front of Misha Collins wow. Ok calm down and talk. You were sure you had been staring for 5 minutes before you finally spoke “hi” REALLY REALLY? HI! You almost shook your head at yourself “Hi! What would you like me to sign?” he spoke wow ok err what did he say again? Oh the poster the poster duh. You quickly handed him the poster with a smile “oh yeah sorry here” you were gradually gaining back the confidence from earlier again with each not completely failed attempt at speech. “Wow interesting choice why season 4?” you could see how that would seem odd as they were now on season twelve “Well I guess it’s mostly because of Castiel, it’s my favourite season because it’s when Cas officially joint the team, I mean he gave up everything for dean and Sam which was so sweet and heart-warming if you ignore the whole apocalypse thing and its before he blames himself for the whole God/Leviathans thing…” great I was talking for too long I sound like a crazy fan girl, well to be honest I guess that’s what I am. You started drumming your fingers on the table out of nerves at some point in your speech. “Yeah I always thought it was pretty amazing how he gave up everything for dean too” wait slow down did Misha Collins just agree with you about your stupid rant omg he did! “Whoa I love your nails did you do them?” quickly your fingers froze there drumming “Oh yeah I did! Glad you like them” you say glancing down at your nails. Then he says something completely unexpected “Before a sign this can I ask a favour?” really he’s asking to ask a favour he does realise that 98% of these people would do anything for him right??? “Yeah of course what is it?” you guessed you looked pretty confused and maybe even a bit scared at this point as he quickly replied “err I have this bet with Jared and Jensen to find the best supernatural themed accessories for our panel tomorrow, so I was wondering if you could do my nails like yours I mean nothing can beat that right?” did you just here right? Were you dreaming? Or hallucinating? On the slim chance you weren’t you muttered something that resembled “Yeah sure no problem love to.” You were pretty sure the people behind you were getting annoyed by now and Misha realised as well as he started signing and said “Great! Meet me back here a 1?” the gods must be on your side because your busy schedule had a gap there “yeah sure” you said while practically beaming. He handed you back your poster and your feat carried you off away from Misha somehow. You quickly found the nearest seat and practically fell in it you sat just staring for about 5 minutes trying, and mostly failing to process what just happened. Misha, nails, hi, rant, Castiel, nails, bet, 1 a clock. OK wow first of all wow does this happen to everyone or just me? Probably just me you concluded, probably just me. Realising you had not read what Misha wrote you pulled out your poster and gaped at what it said. Id fall from heaven for you, Castiel. Then underneath ps. Love your nails! Misha Collins. First thing you thought: Omg is that a pick up line…. From CASTIEL? Second: Misha likes my nails!!! Third: everyone else is signing the same poster they will read that and think I asked him to write that. At this last thought your cheeks automatically flushed god what were you going to do. You just hope the others don’t make you even more embarrassed…