A/N: I have absolutely no knowledge of conventions whatsoever (I've (quite unfortunately) never been to one). I'm just trying to depict general stuff, I owe it to my sister for her small knowledge of conventions, and for helping me write this (She just doesn't know, I drugged her so that she'd have no idea that she ever said anything). I hope that you enjoy this, it is my second installment in my Destiel series, so if you haven't read the first one, Jinns and Soulful Staring, then please read that first (It's only two chapters, it really shouldn't take you that long. Go now if you haven't read it.

You read it now? Good! Now get ready for the first chapter of Conventions and Awkward Questions.

They'd decided to take a break from the whole 'Apocalypse' thing. Dean had said that he was sick and tired of it, and would really like just like another normal salt-and-burn case that they could solve in a few hours where nobody got hurt, and then they could go home and feel like they'd actually accomplished something for once. Sam had found a strange looking case that took place at a random convention somewhere in Ohio. Some guy's neck had been cut open, but the only weapon was a plastic sword that was found a few feet away covered in blood. The police, of course, were baffled.

Sam had warned Dean that there would be Supernatural fans there. Sam had suggested that they go in 'Cosplay' so that they'd blend in with the rest of the crowd, and when Dean got a sly smile and left to go to the MALL, Dean Winchester going to the MALL of all places, Sam was starting to get concerned.

Sam had just decided that he would cosplay as himself, and he assumed that Dean would be cosplaying as Dean (but with that sneaky smile that he'd given him, and the fact that he had to go the MALL to get his outfit, that was becoming less and less certain in Sam's mind). Sam had gone online to search what he should wear when cosplaying 'Sam'. Plaid. Lots of plaid. Always plaid. Sam shook his head slightly once, and went to go slip on a plaid shirt and some jeans. He ran by the Dollar Tree to buy a pair of moose antlers, as suggested by the internet. He remembered when Crowley had called him a moose. He couldn't see for the life of him why it seemed to appease the fans so much, though. He laughed, thinking about how pleased Crowley would be if he told him that people had liked his moose comment, and briefly considered telling him about it. He then quickly nixed the idea, thinking about Crowley constantly calling him moose, never Sam again, just Moose. He then realized that telling him would mean explaining to him about the series. He thought for a moment about how disastrous it would be if Crowley read the series, then he would probably find fanfiction, and he would probably set up some sort of fanfiction account, and then he would become sort of crazy shipper that Becky was, writing fanfiction on their computer all day. No. Sam shuddered as he checked out at the Dollar Tree. It would be very bad to tell Crowley about the Moose thing. Sam vaguely wondered what Dean was doing at the mall.

So of course Sam shouldn't have been surprised when Dean told Sam to go wait by the car, and he was just going to explain to Cas where they were going. And he shouldn't have been surprised when Dean had come out of the Motel running, shouting at Sam, 'Get in the car, Sammy, get in the car!'.

So that's how Sam and Dean ended up in an Arby's, with Dean showing of his new 'Cas' getup, and Sam just sighing and shaking his head. They had realized that Chuck had started publishing again, it bothered them, but they had both decided to ignore it, seeing as they had other, apocalypse sized problems.

"You stole his coat, Dean. I mean, he's got to be pretty pissed at you right now. He's going to try to find you-" But of course Sam was cut off by Dean's phone ringing in his pocket. Sam looked at Dean in a sort of 'You should probably get that, even though we both know who it is and know that it isn't of any importance' look. Dean pulled out his phone, checked caller ID, flipped the phone open, and flipped it closed immediately. Sam just shook his head. "You're going to have to talk to him again at some point, you know." Dean smiled at this, slipping his phone into an inside pocket of Cas's trench coat. "Nah, I'll just give him the coat back at the end of the case and explain it to him there. I'll be fine."

They left the Arby's and drove to the convention up in Ohio, while all the way Dean marveled at how comfortable Cas's coat was.

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They arrived at the convention and were able to get inside (which actually surprised Sam a bit, he'd really been worried about the weapons check finding the hidden guns and knives that they'd hidden very carefully, they knew that the weapons check would be more thorough since the murder). Dean had gotten several more calls from Cas concerning his coat (Dean didn't answer any of them, using the same flip open, flip closed method that he'd used in the Arby's).

The convention was chaotic. There were people in costume EVERYWHERE. Look one way and you might see a man in a tweed jacket holding a glowing stick like thing, look another way, and you could see a female teenager with dark curly hair that was pinned up to make it look like it was short, and wearing a purple button up shirt with a long dark flappy coat. There were men, women, boys, girls, of any and all ages. Sam laughed at a tall person wearing a green cloak, tall pointy hat, and a tight bun on the top of her head. Dean decided that these people were all crazy.

A/N: So...? What didja think? Did you like it? Do you want me to stop writing? I hope not, because I won't stop. I will never stop. I will write forever.
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