It's 4 AM.
You haven't slept all night because of all the noise. That wretched violin irks you to your core, but there's something worse. The blaring realization that fans belong outside a screen and not next to their fandoms. It's too intense. And it's grating on you.
The doctor is doing repairs to his Tardis, you tried watching but it all got far too complicated and he kept throwing things that would nearly hit you. Meanwhile, Sherlock's violin screeches out more music. You tried listening to him and conversing, but were called an idiot enough times to make you cry. They both keep muttering about some villain you want to say they will defeat, but they'll obviously think you wildly naive for that assumption.
You did cry actually, and Dean just said to man up. Sam gave you tissues, but never looked up from his laptop. They're talking about demons. That's all they talk about. And it isn't that you aren't interested, it's just that you're scared to contribute. If you tell them what you know, they'll freak. You've been watching them though. For years. All of them. And all you can do is quietly try to suppress all your urges and tell yourself morning will be there soon.
The sleepover will be over soon.
And then? Then you can go back to what fangirls do, quietly admire the lives of people in a deep way that is only creepy if done in person.
