I’d like to preface this by saying that I use the term “fangirl” loosely because I’m almost a month shy of being 40. But to use the term “fanwoman” just makes me sound like an extra in a Roman bathhouse film.
Three years ago a good friend of mine, Nicolle, who also loves Supernatural (probably more than me) told me a funny thing. She told me the show had conventions. I thought Star Trek was the only convention in the world (at this point in my life). So once I was privy to this knowledge I knew I had to see this for myself!
My first con (NJCon 2013) was pretty low key. We were there for the three days, she was Gold, but I didn’t really know anything about this and it was kind of last minute so I didn’t have any tickets at all. But, I went to karaoke on Friday and some other friends of Nicolle’s came along as well and we had a few really funny things happen with us and Rick Worthy which set the tone for a pretty hilarious weekend. Saturday I just hung out and people watched which I loved, while Nicolle was all over the place doing all the things and being so happy. Then Sunday came and I was gifted general admission – and if you ask my friend Nicolle – Sunday is the day you go to the con for. It’s Jensen and Jared day!
A few months before I met Nicolle I had binge watched all the seasons (at the time there were 6) on Netflix and I was already in love. I did watch the first episode when it aired and it scared the bejesus out of me, so I only watched it sporadically before I got Netflix and got the courage to watch the whole thing. So at this point I was definitely digging this scene, but I wasn’t really part of it.
That was until the J2M photo op. She said “why don’t you do this picture with me?” “Sure, fine, no big deal.” Right? Uh, understatement…
Did I mention I was a huge Cas fan and a Dean girl, but at the time I was all about Cas.
So, we got to the room and I was mesmerized – there they were a few feet from me and so beautiful. I mean I knew that they were good looking from watching the show, but they are not done justice until you see them in person, and they are kind and friendly to boot! Standing in that line, looking at them suddenly I forget how to be a human. I stood there wide-eyed, silent, a little sweaty and super nervous. People got their pictures taken so quickly, it was three seconds and done. I stood there thinking to myself “That’s nothing! It’s so fast, what’s the point?” Then it was our turn – my brain literally shut off and I bee-lined for Jensen and Misha and squeaked out “HUGS, I WANT HUG” – I’d gone Neanderthal. There I was awkwardly sandwiched between Misha and Jensen, my arms seemingly detached from my body somehow managed to find their way around both of their waists and Misha puts his face to mine. The silent click of the camera and the moving process began and Misha sweetly whispered in my ear “Thank you”.
I died.
I was a happy, giddy, giggly pile of goo as we grabbed our things and went out of the room. I’m not a blusher, but I swear I felt like I turned twelve shades of purple. And I believe I looked at Nicolle and maybe said “I get it, I do”. And from then on I was in it. There was no going back.
Cut to next year (NJCon 2014) I decided that I was going to do a solo op with Misha – I wanted to relive that magic all over again, but this time I’d be cool.
I put on my pretty dress and made-up my face; made sure my hair was perfect. I went through the line, alone, watching him with wide eyes and a shit eating grin and as I got closer and closer I said to myself this time I’m going to say so many things and be so cool. Then, I’m one person away and MY BRAIN SHUT OFF, again.
It was my turn and I looked at him intently and my mushy brain said to yell out (in an angry creepy hybrid) “HUG ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!” No, “hi”, no “what’s up”, no “let me explain how much awesome you are and this really cool awesome pose I want to do” coolly, calmly and not like I was going to murder him in his sleep. Next thing I know he grabs me and pulls me to him so hard and fast I lost breath; I couldn’t even believe that just happened, HE GRABBED ME AND HELD ME TO HIS BODY. And three seconds later it was done. I walked away like I just got roofied, flying high above the clouds. Then as my brain de-anesthetized to the regular world outside of his arms I shuddered and thought to myself “god I was so fucking creepy right there”, then the embarrassment coursed through my body along with the feeling of turning twelve shades of purple. But dammit those three seconds…ok, HE GRABBED ME. Creepy be damned, that moment was just for me – that took everything crappy in my life and made it disappear. My loneliness, my depression, my thoughts of all my life’s failures disappeared. I was special. I was touched. I was a freaking rock star in the arms of Misha Collins for three seconds and I felt like a god.
I rode that high pretty much up until this year. But this year was going to be different – come on we’ve had three encounters (more on the third later), I’m going to be so totally cool he’s not going to know what hit him…
I was so not cool guys.
If I had had an out of body experience and was forced to watch what transpired during my fourth interaction with Misha I would’ve hidden myself under a table and cried or tried to go back in time and smack myself in the face and say “get it together man, stop being such an awkward dork!!”.
First of all, I literally couldn’t look at him. I walked up to him turned to the camera, sighed (like this was a chore) and said “Ok I have to explain this…can you put your arm around me from behind and put your cheek to my cheek?” Like a weird nerdy robot. At least I think that’s what I said, maybe not that eloquent, definitely that awkward, but he did it and it was awesome, but again I left thinking WHY CAN I NOT BE COOL WITH HIM EVER?!
At least I wasn’t creepy.
P.S. after Misha I had a photo op with Rob and that was super fun I was seriously the coolest. I was watching him from the line thinking man he’s little. I totally thought I was taller than him and I wondered how awkward that was going to be. So I get up to him and look at him and say “I thought I’d be taller than you, I’m not” and he laughs and says “thanks for the compliment?” so we hug and I’m on my way, but then I’m stopped. My glasses full on glared and I had to go back around to the front of the line and retake. Oh boo. 😛 So I got up to him again and said “hi again” and he was like “what happened?” “My glasses glared.” “Oh, yeah that happens.” And we tried to do the same pose, but it didn’t come out as good as old glary eyes, but at least I got both. And Rob is the cutest most awesome.
So Sunday, was the boys day, also known as Rex Manning Day. (On a side note, my back gave out on me Friday night – I was pretty much in excruciating overwhelmingly whiny pain all weekend. I could blame that on my awkwardness with Misha, but seriously after four times an awkward dork, I have no excuses it’s just me.) So Sunday came and this is day that Nicolle loses her shit. She just gets uber excited and is no longer allowed to comprehend rational thought, real life problems or anything more than her laser focus on seeing Jensen. So the night before I had prayed to Castiel (no seriously, I legit did) and asked him to let my back be ok just for Sunday and I shit you not while waiting for the longest breakfast making ever I felt better! It was a Jensen day miracle! With a little help from my favorite angel!
So, I had my first ever solo op with Jensen and Jared. Dude, Jensen intimidated me hardcore. I was thinking god, if I can’t talk to Misha I don’t know what I’m going to do with Jensen. I imagined I’d just lose all ability to speak and/or move and possibly begin to drool.
Ya’ll…I was so cool.
After watching the unbelievably amazing picture my friend Nicolle just took with him I was like “ok I’m just going to be cool, I can totally do this.” So I walked up to him and said “Hi, how are you?” he said “Good”, I said “Can I just get a hug?” he said “Yeah” in his voice – that voice!!! And he hugged me and the picture was taken. I then look up, into his eyes (he’s still smiling) and say thank you and he says thank you and I either touched him or he touched me it’s all a blur, but there was extraneous touching after the photo and I can’t complain! So, I was on my way…
Then, my brain shut off, as usual.
I found my friend Nicolle and we proceeded to squeal like tweens for about five minutes, my voice went about three octaves higher than it’s ever been and I couldn’t stop it. I was shaking, SHAKING!
Besides last year’s Misha grabbing me like he pretended he meant it so I wouldn’t stab him in the face because I was a creeper – this was one of the most viscerally elated reactions I’ve ever had to a photo op.
Something about Jensen, amiright?
Then I had my Jared op and I knew all along I wasn’t going to have a problem with Jared, he’s a big goof and I knew I’d at least be cool with him. Omg, we’re totally best friends now.
I went up to him:
Me: “Hi, hey where’s your hat, can you wear your hat?” (Don’t boo me, but I love him in his hat as opposed to his wild loose long hair)
Jared: “Oh sorry, I left it backstage.” He says with genuine emotion.
Me: “That’s totally fine. So, I hear you give the best hugs ever.” Then I opened my arms and gestured in my best ‘come at me bro’ stance and said “Give it to me”
Jared laughing at my proclamation then mimics my pose and says “Come on in girl”
(We did this for about a few seconds – a come at me bro off if you will) Then I went in for the smush. I looked at the camera and I saw Chris coming up to me scolding me for the second time this weekend that my glasses are glary, so he said he’s going to take my glasses and hold onto them. I’m still smushed on Jared by the way for all of this. Then we pose and it’s great and before I left I said “You really are the best hugger” to which he laughed and said “Thank you.”
SQUEE.
This was totally awesome no lie and I loved how we were best friends, but I was not as ridic when I left him as I was with Jensen. There was no shaking, no high pitched vibrato, but that was a really special moment for me regardless.
So now, having had all my solo boy photo ops I just had one more chance to win them over in what my friend and I have lovingly come to dub our “SPN family photo” – ever since the first time I was able to take a picture with the three boys with my friend and became a convert we’ve made it a tradition to do it every year.
Last year I fucked it up, for the second time.
We just couldn’t make a decision on what to do since my first year (first year mind you, totally green and clueless) I totally took the reins and separated Jensen and Misha from Nicolle and Jared and it ended up looking like a really weird, but cute Christmas card – honestly it could’ve easily been two separate photos.
So we were going back and forth between group smush or something different, but I was on the fence for the smush (I know, what was I thinking?). I was like come on everybody does that, let’s be different. So seconds before it was our turn we decided on “Awkward Family Photo”.
Sidebar: all weekend I had been sitting behind a terrible mother and son duo from hell who had the loudest most awful Bostonian accents (she yelled and got into fights with multiple people during the weekend, always around me, but I wasn’t involved) so of course I was complaining and mimicking her all weekend.
So when we get up to the boys – and I (because Misha is there) forgot how to be a normal person yell out “LET’S BE AWKWARD” in a similar voice to Jerry Lewis (for all you youngins, google him, you’ll get a laugh) and well…the boys do take notes splendidly and it was really fracking awkward.
So Nicolle said that I was not allowed to talk this year at all. (insert sad face)
It was tough keeping my mouth shut this time since I just had two out of the three interactions with them being so cool and best friend like, but when Misha is involved I lose all composure to say the least. So, I kept my mouth shut mostly, but my awkward proudly displayed. As we got up to the boys I waved like a ridiculous child seeing Santa as Nicolle described our pose and I compulsorily squeak out “HUG” at Misha, and he said “YES!” but…despite that small moment of dorkdom we got an amazingly perfect family photo this year.
And that was my last three years of dorking out at the conventions!
Four years ago I was a regular girl. I’m pretty much a boring socially awkward extroverted introvert spinster on the cusp of 40 who is pathetically content with my mundane life; until I was brought into the Supernatural Fandom. Everyone there is similar to me, everyone there is looking for a place to be themselves and not be judged, to be supported by people with common interests, struggles, fears, likes and love of this show.
Regular people don’t understand this. Regular people think I’m a little crazy, a little weird and wonder why I spend money to do this.
It’s simple, in my boring adult mundane life this is my happy place. When someone tells you to go to your happy place you usually only get to go to the place you’ve fabricated in your mind. I get to actually go to my happy place and that is my real life for 72 hours once a year. I can see it, feel it, touch it and it invites me in with hugs and makes me feel safe. I can honestly say that in my life I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than my moments with my first Misha and my recent Jensen photo ops. Its three seconds of bliss that makes my world enormous and puts all my crap in the back of the room. You can call me pathetic, but I just don’t give a fuck.
And if regular people can’t understand that, I’m very proud that I’m no longer a regular person – I’m glad to be a fangirl.