Imagine Chuck admitting that you're his favourite Supernatural character at the Supernatural book convention.

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You arrive at the address that Chuck had texted to Sam with worry blossoming in your chest. What if Chuck is really hurt? What if we didn't make it here on time? The despairing thoughts keep racing through your brain even though you try to hold them at bay. 

Launching out of the Impala, you hold your gun at the ready, prepared for whatever threat that could come your way. Seeing no immediate threat, you put your gun away in confusion. You look at all the many black '67 Impalas parked outside the hotel.

"Guys, what is going on here?" You ask your brothers as they get out of the car. 

They shrug, but you forget about them as you spot Chuck pacing in front of the hotel doors. You run over to him, still afraid that something bad is happening.

"Chuck! Are you alright?!" 

He looks up in shock, "Y-Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? You texted SOS." You explain, still a bit on edge, though glad to see that Chuck is safe.

He looks even more confused, "No, I didn't."

You share a puzzled look with your brothers and then look back to Chuck, "What-"

"Sam! You made it!" Someone shouts and runs to Sam and hugs him. Sam sighs sadly and clenches his teeth in silent anger. You and Dean glare at Becky as Chuck exhales slowly.

"Becky, did you steal my phone?" Chuck asks.

She smiles, still looking at Sam, "No, I just borrowed it from your pants."

Suddenly, someone exits the hotel and calls to Chuck, "It's show time."

You look to Chuck, awaiting an explanation. He just sighs and ducks his head in embarrassment, "Sorry you guys."

Frowning, you follow Chuck into the Pineview Hotel. Sam and Dean follow close behind, with Becky latched like a parasite to Sam's side. 

Inside, you come face-to-face with Sam, Dean, and Y/n lookalikes. 

"The heck is this?" You ask Dean as you observe the many doppelgängers going about their business.

"This is hell," Dean replies as walks past some monster cosplayers. 

You don't disagree as you follow everyone into a large room where the panel begins. Watching Chuck walk onto the stage, you can't help but smirk as he nervously downs a whole bottle of water before beginning to speak. Instead of going into a long speech, he simply asks for questions.

"Where did you get the inspiration for Sam, Dean, and Y/n?" 

He smiles knowingly and casts a glance your way, "It just came to me."

The next question is about why the characters don't have their weapons on a bungee cord. Before Chuck can answer, the man asks another question regarding Sam being deceived by Ruby. 

Chuck can't even say anything to that because Becky interrupts and tells the man that if he doesn't like it he shouldn't read it.

Chuck breaks up the argument and asks for another question.

"Who is your favourite character, and why?" Goes the query. 

The author goes silent and chuckles nervously, "Oh, uh, I wasn't expecting that." He coughs before going on, "All of the characters are great, really, but my favourite..."

His eyes meet yours as you wait for the answer. In all honesty, you like Chuck. You think he's a great, nice, attractive guy. If you had the guts you would've asked him out already, but you haven't because you've been too afraid of rejection.

"My favourite would have to be Y/n. As for the 'why', I'd have to say it's because of her loyalty, her bravery... and her whole personality. She goes through so much and doesn't complain and does her hardest to protect everyone that she often leaves her problems for last. She's so kind and caring and selfless that it's impossible not to smile whenever she's near..." 

He clears his throat awkwardly as a huge, flaming red blush sprouts across my cheeks. 

"I hope that answers your question," he continues, "That's it I guess."

After a round of applause, he walks off and the audience leaves. You wait until everyone's left before going after Chuck. Your brothers start to follow you, but you stop them, "I gotta talk to him alone first, okay?"

They nod and let you leave. You find him at the bar, and sit beside him with a shy smile. He returns the smile and hands you your (f/d). 

"You really meant what you said?" You ask, sipping your beverage.

He chuckles shyly, "Um, yeah, yeah I did." 

"That was really sweet," you say, waiting to see if he'll make a move.

To your increasing happiness, he does. He leans in and plants a sweet kiss on your lips. He then looks at you uncertainly after breaking away.

You smile, "Chuck, I think you're an awesome guy, and I really like you."

"I really like you too, Y/n."