The Strange Life (SPN Cast x Reader x SPN) 2

    The cast was sitting in their respectful seats and ready to get started, but they realized that their new friend wasn't there. They wondered if she was just a little late and only hoped for that. Soon it was time for fans to ask questions and the first fan came up and asked their question that was for Misha. "I heard that there was a shooting at a diner where you and West were at at the time. Can you tell us what happened?" The room was dead silent due to the peaking interest of this story for everyone. Misha readjusted himself in his chair and cleared his throat. "Yes. Yes I can." Misha began to tell the tale.

    "I was just enjoying my dinner with West when a gunshot was heard in the kitchen. Then some guy with a gun dragged the dead body out and yelled 'If anyone calls the police, I'll kill you.' I'm going to be honest here. I was scared shitless." Some people chuckled. "I was holding onto West to make sure he didn't make any wrong moves to make the guy wanna shot him. Well, he somehow got out of my grip and started running. At that point, I thought I was gonna die of a heart attack, seeing West get shot." Misha pauses a moment to calm himself down. "When the man was about to shoot him, another person, a young girl to be exact, ran to West, grabbed him, and shielded him from the bullet. She, of course, got shot instead of West.

    "The guy got angry and told her to move so that he could shoot West. She didn't move. So the guy shot her a couple more times. I gotta tell ya, that girl has gotta have some guts to be doing what she did. Because she still sat there, holding on to West with four bullets on her back. When the police finally came to the scene, the bastard ran away. They took the girl to the hospital after all that." There was a moment of silence before someone shouted, "Oh, but Misha, you forgot the best part!" Everyone turned to the back to see (y/n), dressed in her usual baggy t-shirt, jacket, jeans, and sneakers topped off with her favorite baseball cap.

    "(y/n)! What took ya so long?" Richard asked. (y/n) chuckled and climbed up onto the stage. "Traffic was horrible and the bus was slow." "Um, excuse me." said the fan that asked the first question. "What was the part that Misha forgot?" (y/n) snapped her fingers. "Oh! Yeah that's right. Mish, you forgot to tell everyone that I'm alive and kickin'." There was a collection of gasps in the room from the realization that the girl who saved the actor's son was standing on the stage. Another fan came up to ask the next question. "What's your name?" This question was obviously directed to (y/n). "(y/n). But everybody calls me (s/n)."

     Another fan, "Did you know that it was West when you were there?" "No, I just thought he was some random kid in the diner." And yet another, "What happened after you got shot?" "Well, I don't remember much, but I remember waking up and seeing these guys-" (y/n) pointed to the crew behind here. "-all in my hospital room. And you know what the first thing I thought when I saw them?" "What?" "What the hell are these guys doing in my room? Did one of 'em at least bring me a cheesecake?" Everyone laughed.

    And that's how the convention basically went. Asking (y/n) questions and some of the crew. That was of course until some guy decided to ruin it. A fan walked up to the microphone to ask the next question when a hooded man climbed up and grabbed the poor girl and held a gun to her head. (y/n), of course, stood up upon seeing this and got angry instantly.

    The hooded man spoke into the microphone, "My boss is starting to like your skill, (y/n). But can you show more courage with this little game?" (y/n) furrowed her eyebrows. Some guy wants to test her skill by putting people's lives on the line? What is this, Sherlock? "Who's your boss and what do they want with me? What's so special about me? I'm no master at anything." The hooded man laughed, "Trust me, kid. That's what I told him, but he said you were special. So I'm giving you his next test." Misha, Mark, Richard, Jared, and Jensen looked at (y/n) with a worried look. (y/n)'s hands clenched and unclenched. "Next test? Whadaya mean 'next test'?" "I'll give you three riddles. Answer them right and the girl has a chance to live." (y/n) growled. "But if you fail, then everyone dies." "Then let's get this over with."

    The hooded man chuckled. "First riddle: Some people try to run away from it, others embrace it, and some introduce it to innocent people. What is it?" (y/n) thought on the riddle all the while people held their breath. Finally, she answered. "Death." A pause. "Correct." A collection of relieved sighs fill the room. The hooded man continued. "What is the one thing that makes man murder, women blush, and everyone greed for." "Gold." "Correct again." Misha was really hating the tension in the room. Richard didn't understand what some dude wanted with a random kid. Jared was about to have a heart attack. Mark was scared shitless, and you pretty much get the idea from there.

    "Last riddle." The hooded man said, pressing the gun tighter to the girls temple as she shrieked. (y/n) was just about ready to jump the man and knock some sense into him. "It breaks away at stone. Torture animals to death. Making people impatient when 'it' is not on their side. This makes great statues crumble to ruble, and the world turn." Everyone's eyes widened at the hooded man. How should anyone know this one? (y/n) smiled. "Time." The hooded man took away his gun, put it on his belt loop, and clapped slowly. "Well done, (y/n). My, you must be special indeed."

    Sirens were heard in the distance and the lasers vanish. The hooded man turned on his heal ready to make a break for it. But before he left, he turned his head towards (y/n) and said, "'Til next time, (y/n)." and with that, he ran out.