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Not That Bad

Pairing: Chuck Shurley x reader

Word Count: 1001

Summary: The reader is dragged along by a friend to a Supernatural convention, where she meets Chuck who turns out to be the writer of the Supernatural books which she had never bothered to read.

A/N: I suck at summaries. Anyway, I hope you like it! ^_^

You really didn’t want to be there. You had spent two hours smiling at your friend as she tugged you along to talk to other people who were cosplaying and chatting animatedly amongst themselves about demons and ghosts and angels and monsters born from lore and mythology.

You were just bored. You had seen so many Deans and Sams and Castiels and Lucifers to last you a lifetime, and you swore that you never would follow your friend to another ‘Supernatural’ convention. In your opinion, everybody there was crazy and obsessed with books that lacked common sense, and while you hadn’t read them, you didn’t really want to. If there was a chance in a hundred for you to read them before coming to the convention, now it was a chance in a million, if that.

You had finally managed to convince your friend to leave you alone; leaning against the wall with a bottle of water clutched in your hand that you liked to pretend was alcohol that could drown your sorrows.

You heaved a sigh just as you saw someone relax against the same wall as you, clutching a bottle of water and drinking nervously.

You turned around and studied him subtly. He was short, with unruly dark hair and the beginnings of a beard on his cheeks. His eyes were blue, the most clear and beautiful blue you had ever seen, and as you faced him completely with a small smile, you remembered thinking that he was not bad at all.

“Do you not want to be here either?” you asked him, chuckling softly.

He took a swig from his bottle of water and nodded. “Y-yeah,” he replied in a tremulous voice. “I would really rather be anywhere than here” he admitted, shoulders slumping. Upon closer inspection, he didn’t just look bored like you, but he looked nervous, almost scared.

You chuckled softly in response. “Tell me about it. I was dragged here by my best friend, who’s a die-hard fan of Supernatural, but I haven’t read the books myself. And to tell you the truth, I’m not sure I want to, either. They’re just not for me,” you said.

The man just chuckled before raising his bottle of water to his lips again and drinking some more.

“I understand,” he said simply.

“I’m Y/n L/n,” you introduced yourself suddenly, after a moment of silence, smiling as you offered him his hand. He shook it.

“Chuck. Chuck Shurley,” he said, himself smiling slightly.

You spent the best part of the next hour just talking with Chuck, getting to know him as he got to know you. It was pleasant, surprisingly so, and it was something you had never thought you’d find at a convention. It was an hour later that he said he had to go, and before leaving he scribbled down his number on a napkin, smiling softly as he did.

“I never expected to find such good company here,” you admitted as you pocketed the napkin with what you could only hope was a flirty smile on your lips.

“Same here. I’m feeling much better now than I was before,” he said, referencing his previous nervousness.

“So... I’ve got to go. But I had a lot of fun,” he said, and when he walked away both of you were smiling goofily.

Five minutes later, your friend came to grab your hand and lead you excitedly to the room where the meet-and-greet with Carver Edlund, the author, would be held.

You filed into the room, your mind overtaken by thoughts of Chuck as you stood up in the back of the room.

Soon, every conversation had died down as all the fans of ‘Supernatural’ present were looking up at the stage expectantly, as if waiting for the Messiah to walk out and deliver a speech. And walk out he did, but he was definitely not who you had been expecting to see.

It was a man, short and nearly shivering with nerves, clutching a bottle of water tightly in his hand. The same man you had been talking to a few minutes ago, Chuck Shurley, was standing on stage answering the questions of the fans.

Immediately, you felt guilty. You had complained a lot about the books to him and how boring you found whatever your friend had told you about them and all this time, unbeknownst to you, he had been the author of the books. You buried your face in your hands and willed yourself to disappear, but you could see his gaze on you whenever you looked up.

As soon as the Q&A was over you bolted from the room without even so much as a glance at your confused friend, but you weren’t lucky enough as you bumped into someone.

In fact, you were very unlucky indeed as that someone was Chuck himself. Or Carver. You didn’t know.

“Hi,” you said lamely as he looked at you apologetically.

“I saw you in there,” he said as if he hadn’t been expecting you to be in the room.

“Look, Chuck -or is it Carver?- I thought we had something going on, I mean, not something, obviously, but I think I kinda like you, and after all I said before I know it’s probably naïve of me to stay,” you said, trying to make up an excuse and leave.

“It’s Chuck,” he said softly, grabbing one of your wildly gesturing hands and holding it gently between both of his.

“I like you too,” Chuck said in all seriousness, “And I didn’t take what you said about my books at heart. You haven’t read them to have an actual opinion of your own,” he said as he leaned down closer to you. He was obviously nervous once again, and it was up to you to close the gap between your lips and pull him into a gentle and sweet kiss that only left you wanting more.

It turned out that conventions weren’t that bad after all.

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