Welcome To The World of Supernatural

2: Welcome

~Your PoV~

Waking up on Sunday morning, was like waking up on Christmas morning. I could barely contain my excitement and joy... but I had to, for my own sake.
I got dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants, a f/c shirt, a black and gray button up cardigan, a f/c beanie, a black, brown, gray, and white scarf, and my pair of f/c converse high tops, and I grabbed my suitcase, phone, and headphones, then I ran down the stairs.

-At the Airport-

My parents hugged and kissed me goodbye, and I made my way to the plane.
        When I sat down in my seat on the plane I pulled out my phone and put my earbuds in, starting up a random playlist as I pulled out my sketchbook and began working.
It was long until someone else sat down next to me, letting out an audible sigh as they did so. I looked over at the man, and he looked very familiar: his long brown hair pushed back behind his ears. His slight stubble and face shape resembling an all to familiar man.
But of course he was wearing dark sunglasses, so I couldn't see his eyes. He smiled and nodded at me, and I turned back to my drawing of  Dean and Castiel.
     After about 25 minutes of the flight, I had finished the drawing and moved on to my drawing of Gabriel and Richard Speight Jr. standing back to back.  I like to create character portraits for the cast of Supernatural, in hopes of one day giving them to them, and that day is almost here.

"Hey, that's pretty damn good kid!" A voice rang out.

"I recognize that voice. But that would mean either I'm going insane, or my suspicions from earlier were right and..." I thought.

"Well, talking to yourself like that is something crazy people and actors do." The voice said.

I looked over at the man, who had now taken his sunglasses off.

"Oh. You're Richard Speight Jr." I said I'm an extremely calm voice.

Richard then leaned over, his lips extremely close to my ear, and he whispered: "and you are very cute, and very good at drawing."

It sent shivers down my spine, and a blush across my face.

'Richard Speight Jr. is flirting with me!' I mentally screamed at myself.

"You must be Y/n, the contest winner." You nodded, "well, I can tell why the guys picked you." Richard said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my eyes connecting with his.

"Well, you are practically the embodiment of adorable! With your short h/c hair, beautiful e/c eyes, and complete innocence about you. You are also a very devoted fan of the show, the characters, and us, the actors. Once we get to the set, and everyone meets you, they are going to fall in love with you." He said, flashing you a warm smile.

~3rd Person PoV~

The two of you talked on and on for the rest of the plane ride. Richard continued to flirt with you, and hit on you, and each time your blush got darker and darker. Each time you tried to flirt with him, you would stumble over your words, embarrassing yourself. But Richard found it just plain adorable, even though you are a y/a, year old boy.
     You began to get tired because it was a long flight, but you were having such good, genuine conversation with him, that you didn't want to sleep. Yet, as your eyelids got heavier and heavier, Richard took notice, and moved the sliding armrest, allowing you to lay your head down on his shoulder, and you to fall fast asleep. After a bit, Richard fell asleep too, his head resting on yours.
     When you both woke up, the plane was landing, and you had finally made it to Canada. You couldn't help but want- no, crave the same connection that you have with Richard, with the other cast members. You were practically pleading to Chuck that you would, when you and Richard were making your way to the baggage claim.