Imagine crossover Sherlock x Supernatural (Cast)
Jensen Ackles x Reader
Warnings: None(I think)
Note: Okay so, i hope you guys like this!! Just saying… i’ve have never been to a comic con, so i don’t know exactly what it look like. And Benedict don’t have twitter, but here he has. Part 2 coming soon!!! :)
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The big building in which the convention was being held was right in front of your eyes, making you smile largely. It was your first time at Comic Con, not as a fan going to a panel, but as one of the cast members presenting the panel.
Everything was so surreal.
If someone’d told you two years ago that you’d be a part of the cast of Sherlock BBC, you’d call the crazy. Fortunately, that’s exactly what happened. And now you were about to enter the building with the other actors to get ready for your panel.
Besides all the magic of the usual stands, today the panels would be Sherlock, Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries and some new Marvel-related trailers. But besides the nervousness creeping up on your belly, there was also the nervousness on you poor fangirl heart. Just the idea of being in the same environment as the Supernatural cast made you crazy, not mentioning your eternal crush on Jensen Ackles. And today, you’d have a chance to meet him.
“(Y/N), is this nervousness?” Martin, who played John Watson in Sherlock, asked laughing as he saw your trembling hands.
“No…” You answered, defensive, making him raise an eyebrow. “Maybe… It’s my first time! I have the right to be nervous.”
“You definitely do, (Y/N). Stop messing with her, Martin.” Amanda, his wife who also played Mary on the show, said hugging you from the side, since you were still in the car. Amanda and Louise (Molly) had been your best friends since you’d entered the series, but there wasn’t anyone in the car you didn’t consider a friend, which was a relief.
The car finally parked, but soon some people from production started guiding you through the corridors to take you to the dressing room. Benedict, Louise and Andrew, who played Moriarty, were in the other car, that’s why they hadn’t arrived yet. The hallways where the dressing rooms were located were obviously restricted to the production and the artists, and until you arrived in front of a door with “Sherlock" written with big black letters, you could see a few of the actors from The Vampire Diaries, but no sign of the Supernatural cast.
“Ah, you’re here!” Mark, the producer of the series and also the actor who played Mycroft, said as he rose from his seat and rushed to hug the cast. He, Una - who played Mrs. Hudson and was practically a big mother to the whole cast - and Rupert - Inspector Lestrade - were already waiting on the room.
“(Y/N), Amanda, come here darlings!” Una said tapping the empty space beside her on the couch, making you sit on her right side and Amanda on her left.
You talked and laughed for some time, the photographer on the room taking pictures of everyone until Benedict, Andrew, Louise and Moffat arrived.
“Okay, everyone! The Vampire Diaries’ panel has just begun, at one thirty the Supernatural one begins, and then at three you’re on. After that there’ll be an autograph session with all the casts of the three series here today, so until then who’s not in an interview is free to do anything they want.” Moffat said making everyone nod cheerfully. They’d all ben to a Comic Con before, but the energy the place carried made even a non “Comic Con Virgin” as yourself feel the nervousness of a beginner. “Speaking of interviews, Mark, Benedict, Martin and (Y/N), come with me.”
You rose from the couch with the butterflies in your stomach that had accompanied you all the way here, and left the dressing room with them, not missing Amanda and Louise’s thumbs up for you on your way out.
Benedict wrapped his arm around your shoulders while you walked through the hallways behind Moffat. If you were having such fun merely with the production and the artists, imagine what it’d be like outside…
You stopped in front of a door with the name of the magazine you’d be having the interview with, and Moffat knocked and soon heard a “come in” from inside. But as soon as you took one step forward with Benedict still holding you sideways, your gaze was diverted to the left side of the corridor. Was that… Misha?!
You obviously couldn’t tell, since Ben pulled you inside the room parting from you so he could shake hands with the two interviewers, and you did the same.
“We’re so glad to have you here! Sit, please.” one of them indicated to the chairs.
This was the first of many interviews you had to make on the day. You were always nervous at the beginning, but all of them ended up to be real fun. The questions were basically about what to expect of the new season of Sherlock, about Mabel - your character - and Sherlock’s relationship, and a few personal questions.
“Where’re we headed now?” you asked to Louise excitedly, since you’d parted from Benedict and Martin a while ago.
“We have thirty minutes until our panel! So for the time being I don’t think we have to be anywhere.” she answered making your heart skip a beat, it was almost time, you could barely contain your excitement.
And then, something clicked on your head.
If there was thirty minutes left until your panel, that that meant the Supernatural one must end now, and maybe you could get a glimpse of the cast before you were on stage! You couldn’t find anyone from their cast the whole afternoon, the only sign of them being the guy at the corridor that looked a lot like Misha.
You kept wandering through the corridors, and Louise took a picture with you to post on Twitter with the caption “Molly HATES the competition. I love her, though <3”, making you laugh since you were basically cast as a romantic pairing for Sherlock himself.
“We’re up in five minutes. Shall we?” Louise asked, but ended up going ahead as you parted ways to drink some water. So many interviews had left you with a dry throat.
You were distracted with your cellphone, RTing Louise’s picture and posting a picture you, Benedict and Martin had taken this morning.
You wished you were paying attention.
Actually, no… You didn’t.
“What the-“ you exclaimed when you felt your body hit something, and a cold liquid splash all over your shirt.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” And when you heard that voice, you looked at the person holding an empty glass in front of you.
Jensen. Fucking. Ackles. He was right in front of you, looking at you with a guilty expression without knowing what to do exactly.
“It… It’s fine.” You said still in shock from seeing him, and holy shit was he even more handsome in person, if that was even possible.
But it wasn’t until you felt the water drip inside your bra that you finally looked down to see the damage. Your shirt was completely soaked. Your white shirt.
White and transparent.
Now the shape of your breasts and your navy blue bra were completely visible.
“I am so sorry, I really am!” He apologised again, looking at your shirt, which left you slightly uncomfortable. But it soon faded away. He was Jensen Ackles, after all.
“I gotta go. My panel…”
“Starts now, I know, I’m so sorry… Here, um, take my shirt. You can’t go onstage like this.” He said, handing you the grey shirt he was wearing over a batman T-shirt.
He knew who you were.
“(Y/N) I’m so glad I found you! You have to come with me right now!” An event organiser appeared beside you, already pulling you away.
“Thanks!” You screamed over your shoulder, seeing him smile and yell back another apology and a “good luck” from afar.
You couldn’t believe what had just happened.
“Now here’s the cast of Sherlock!” Someone announced and you were on the stage at the sound of cheers and applause. You smiled warmly at all those people waving at you, feeling your heart race. You waved back, sitting between Benedict and Martin. You were wearing ragged jeans, a pair of black ankle boots and now Jensen’s dark grey shirt.
It had his smell.
Breathe, (Y/N), breathe.
Moffat started talking about the series and the new season, and the cast eventually commented here and there, especially Benedict and Mark. Then the subject changed to your character, and they gave you the word.
“Well… I guess I was quite nervous at the beginning, since Mabel isn’t originally on the books, and I was really scared that everyone would hate me.” You said a bit nervous
“Yes, Mark and I were also a bit uncertain about her at first.” Moffat added, making Mark agree. “To cast or not to cast a Mabel.”
“Thank god you did…” you played with a smile, earning cheers from the crowd. “But as I was saying, I think a lot of people expected - or expects - Mabel to be similar to Irene, since she’s her younger sister. But the only thing they share is their intelligence, because they’re completely different as to their personalities.” You explained, and so it went for about an hour. Making jokes, laughing and talking about the series and your personal life. You noticed some fans pointing at Jensen’s shirt, making you swallow hard and pretend you didn’t see it at all. They’d obviously notice it. The Spn cast had literally just left the stage.
“And that’s it for today! That you for being here, see you next time!” Moffat said, you waved at the crowd and left.
Your first time definitely couldn’t have been better.
“You were great, (Y/N)!” Amanda said - or yelled - hugging you along with the rest of the cast, who also screamed in approval and joined you on a group hug.
“Awn, you’re the best!” You said with a muffled voice from being crushed by several bodies, and all of them repeated your “Awn”. They finally let you go, and just then you realised that, in a chair not too far - with a perfect view of the stage - Jensen sat observing the scene with a crooked smile.
Your eyes locked and you retributed the smile, but another organiser interrupted the exchange once again, pulling him and the Sherlock cast to opposite directions.
Time for the autographs.
There was a big room with autograph tables for the three series, so it could be more practical for the fans who’d attend all three tables. They were organised each in one of the corners of the room, displayed in a sort of triangle, The Vampire Diaries and Sherlock’s tables on the base and the Supernatural one at the top.
When you arrived, the fans’ screaming intensified, and you could see thousands of people waving at you. You could only smile and wave back. The other casts were already sitting at their respective tables, and when you came in, the session begun.
“(Y/N), I love you so, so much.” A fan came closer to you with swollen eyes, shaking and handing you a picture to autograph.
“Hey, there’s no need to cry! I love you too.” You answered with a smile, and she mimicked your action, making your heart melt. That was the most gratifying part of your work, for sure.
A few more people came by tour table, complimenting you and making you smile even more each time. But you couldn’t help but advert your gaze at the Supernatural table every now and then. Even though your eyes wouldn’t leave Jensen, all of the people seated at that table were your idols, and you were absolutely stunned by how many fans were going by your table with tears in their eyes.
“Can we take a picture?”
“I love you so much!”
There were so many voices speaking you got a little lost sometimes with all the fuss. You looked back at the Supernatural table and saw Jensen looking straight at you. He smiled and waved, making you do the same. This was a dream.
“(Y/N), you’re so wonderful!” A fan who was about 14 years old said, and you saw Benedict, who was beside you, smile as he heard the compliment. “And you and Benedict have to be together. You’re so perfect for each other!”
You and Benedict laughed and he kissed your cheek, making the fan swoon, but he didn’t say anything, leaving you to answer.
“Well, he’s married, sweetie. But Sherlock can definitely have Mabel, I really hope they end up together.” You answered with a smile, seeing the girl next to the 14 year-old divert her gaze to you.
“No, Jensen and her are perfect for each other!”
“WHAT?” You asked a bit shocked.
“You’ve never seen the montages and edits of the both of you? The whole Sherlock and the Supernatural fandom ship you two! And those of them who don’t will start to after today.” You opened your mouth in surprise, but looked at her with confusion after that last sentence, and she soon explained. “You’re wearing his shirt!” You felt your cheeks heat, and for some reason you didn’t explain why exactly you were wearing Jensen’s shirt. You smiled awkwardly, and saw Benedict, Louise and Amanda - who were actually paying attention - laugh at your face. “Anyways, can we take a picture?”
After an extremely tiring afternoon, but a wonderful one nonetheless, you arrived exhausted at home, but not even the sleepiness you felt kept you from running towards your computer to look at the tag #jen(y/n) in all of the existent social networks. After that fan, many others started freaking out when they saw you with his shirt, and didn’t stop asking if you two were together…
When the autograph session ended, everything happened so fast that you didn’t even have the chance to give his shirt back. Not that it bothered you, because despite taking a shower and putting comfortable underwear, his shirt was already back on your body. It had his smell, and despite it being technically wrong, it was your pyjama for the night. But you couldn’t care less, he was you idol and there was nothing wrong with a fan sleeping with a shirt she’d gotten, right? Right.
You were looking at some posts about you on Tumblr when one called your attention. It was a picture of him looking at one side with heart eyes, and the next picture was of you with the same expression looking at the other side. Like you two were looking at each other.
The caption said: “I managed to take a picture right when they were looking at each other! They’re so perfect, oh my god! I watched both they panels, and in the Supernatural one, Jensen was still with his shirt, and then right after at the Sherlock panel, (Y/N) was already wearing it. At the autograph session, I asked them if they were together and he just laughed and didn’t answer, a little embarrassed. When I asked her it was the same thing, and when I asked about the shirt she just said ‘He’s wonderful’ and didn’t say anything else. Is it just me or does anyone else feel like they’re one step from going public? I think our dreams are about to come true #jen(y/n) shippers.”
Your heart skipped a beat when you read what he had said about you, and after this post, you found others always saying that non of you’d answered anything about supposed relationship, but that whenever anyone asked him about the shirt he’d always say “doesn’t she look beautiful with it?”
Okay, you hadn’t answered the questions because you liked the supposition and didn’t want to deny something you wished were true. But what about him? Why didn’t he say anything?
You went to your mirror and took a particularly blurry picture of you wearing the shirt with your phone’s flash and gathered the courage.
You could be doing something really stupid, but you’d never know if you didn’t try.
“Just got home with something from my favourite series… #fangirling” You posted it on Twitter with the picture that didn’t reveal anything apart from your blurry face and the shirt.
Your heart was in your hands and you threw your phone on the bed, afraid to see what was going to happen and going to the kitchen to eat something. Minutes later, when you got your phone back, it had numerous notifications indicating a tweet from Jensen.
“Just got a new fan ;) #hellyeah”
You couldn’t avoid the smile spreading on your face, but it was soon replaced by a frown when a notification arrived indicating a Tweet from Benedict.
You laughed, soon posting a “Benedick”.
And you went to sleep with the biggest smile on your face.