Dean was looking at a room-full of various dudes, dressed as her, pre-everything.
"You know, there is something that has been bothering me, Chuck."
"Why am I a dude in your books? I started hormones before I fell to the pit."
"There is nothing personal about this I just want you to know." Chuck said, carefully.
Dean just stared at him blankly in response.
"I didn't want the books to be anymore niche."
Chuck shuddered "Look, this kind of audience doesn't, in general, deal well with your kind of content."
"I'm not content, I'm a fucking person."
"It wouldn't have sold!" Chuck raises his hands defensively "I'm trying to make a living here. It's not my fault, okay?"
Dean stomps off to the bar. Coaxing an actual drink out of the bartenders turns out to be kind of hard, but no way is she drinking the crappy kiddie coctails they serve here.
A dude sits next to her. He's wearing a fake leather jacket two sizes too small and a shitty plastic necklace. He looks all over her body in that way that makes her feel oily and disgusting, and god, does she hate being hit on by the dudes.
"You know, if you went as girl Dean, I think your costume should have been sexier."
She's so shocked she only replies "What?"
"Like, some really short shorts." He looks at her legs and ass, well-formed in her tight jeans.
"And probably something that shows off your boobs. Though they are too small." he says, sagely.
Dean just fucking stares at him. This is by far one of the weirdest and grossest things that happened to her.
"Yeah, well I don't remember the books saying Dean had a beer gut so I guess you don't fit so well either, creep" a voice from behind Dean says.
The nerd looks over Dean's shoulder and narrows his eyes. Dean turns to see a real cute girl, dressed in jeans, a well-fitting black shirt and a leather jacket a bit too big.
The girl moves the side of the jacket slightly, revealing a taser. The movement is well-rehearsed. Dean feels turned on in spite of herself.
"You could get banned for that." The nerd squeaks.
"Not really." she says "This convention doesn't have policies regarding anything except guns."
Which is ironic, thinks Dean, feeling the holster digging into her side.
The girl smiles. "I love your costume. I think you got Dean perfectly." She looks at herself. "I overdid it with the elegance a little. Dean's a bit of a slob, I don't think he would wear a shirt like this if he were a girl."
It's a woman after Dean's heart.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Dean asks.
The girl smiles like the most delicious little devil and says, all husky "Sure."
"So why did you go as Dean? Is he your favourite character?" the girl asks, when she sits next to her.
This is getting a little philosophical, Dean thinks.
"Dean's not really my favourite." she says. God, Sam would get off on psychonalayzing this. "It just felt right, I guess. Plus I already had the leather jacket."
"I had to borrow mine from a friend."
The girl laughs. Fuck, she is completely adorable. "Well, aren't you in character. You know, Dean always felt kind of like a girl to me? I wrote some meta about this but I only got people angry." she looks into her drink.
What the fuck is 'meta' Dean thinks, but says "Yeah, what made you think so?"
She looks from under the lashes "You really want to hear?" she asks.
"Sure" Dean shrugs. She has sit through bigger crap to get a girl to like her.
The girl smiles "So, in 'No Rest for the Wicked'..."
An hour of disturbingly well-researched commentary, few freakouts about how little she passed for a dude before and a few whiskeys later Dean blessedly finds herself making out with her own cosplayer (a term she learned like, half an hour ago) Katy (a fact she learned mere minutes before) against the bathroom wall.
Not many women in the building, and thankfully the guys did not take that as an invitation to come into the girl's room. She is bracing herself for the "So, I'm the kind of a girl with a dick..." conversation when someone walks into the bathroom.
"Shhh!" the girl giggles into Dean's ear and then bites her ear-lobe. Dean, through super-human will, stays silent.
They only answer with silence.
"I know you are in here." Sam sounds wounded. In his pride. "Trust me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't an emergency."
"You have a very committed friend" the girl breathes into Dean's ear. Dean hates everything supernatural for a few seconds and then says "Look, I'm sorry..."
"Are you serious?" the girl gapes at her, then frowns "Is that your boyfriend?"
"What? No! He's my brother." Dean says, affronted. What is wrong with people.
"For real? That's precious." the girl says, smiling again.
Dean stumbles out of the bathroom into Sam's judging stare. The girl slips out after her, slides an arm around Dean's waist and murmurs "Hello" at Sam. Sam blushes. God, Dean adores her.
"So, where are you with the hunt?" she asks.
"She is not going with us, right?" Sam asks, in either a sullen sibling fit or a damn-good immitation of it.
The girl blinks. "Okay, I'll leave you to bond" she says and then whispers into Dean's ear "I'll be waiting at the bar in three hours. Should be plenty of time?" She walks out and winks at Dean before dissapearing behind the door.