"I had no idea karaoke would be so much fun!" I exclaimed, my arm around Brianna as we left the stage, heading back to the little room off of the stage. "It was absolutely crazy!"

"I knew you would like it." She answered, grabbing a bottle of water from the side table. Passing one to you, you pressed it against your neck, hot and a little sweaty.

"I mean, it's fun dancing and singing with all those fans, and it also gives us an excuse to wear these costumes." You said, gesturing down to the corset and black skirt you were currently wearing. Your hair was curled and tousled upon your head, with heeled black boots. Brianna was wearing about the same thing.

"What did Jared say when he saw you in this outfit?" She asked me just as we could hear another song start and the fans start cheering.

"He hasn't seen it yet." I told her. "He left with Jensen just as I was doing my hair. Something about seeing the sights of the town. Which no doubt meant they were checking out multiple bars. He might not be back until after I crash for the night."

"That's too bad. Because you are smoking girl, and he's missing out on his chance." She insisted just as Matt came rushing into the green room, breathing hard.

"I think I'm getting too old for this." He breathed out, his hands on his knees. But there was a huge smile on his face, and you could see how much he loved it.

"Bull shit." Brianna argued. "You're in better shape than any of us. Come on Y/N, let's head back up there." 

Letting her drag you up onto the stage, you waved at the crowds as Rob announced the next song and a group of girls came rushing up onto the stage. Heading over to them, you shared a mic, singing along, enjoying yourself immensely. This was your first karaoke, and you were sure it wouldn't be your last. 

After singing and laughing so much you had almost lost your voice, Karaoke was over. Yawning widely, you waved by to Brianna, ready to head up to your room and see if Jared had made it back yet or if he was still out gallivanting  with Jensen still. As you rounded the corner, you could hear a couple of people talking. As you went to pass them, you heard your name mentioned, and you decided to wait a moment. If they were fans, you didn't want to talk to them. You didn't want to be rude, but you were tired, and it was late. 

"Can you believe Y/N had the nerve to show her face?" One of the faceless fans smarted off. A glutton for punishment, you stayed where you were to listen, hoping the other fan might stand up for you.

"I know, right? She thinks we want her here, but she's showed her true colors. Going after Jared, even though she's so much younger than him. It's probably just a publicity stunt. She's not that great of an actress, she's probably just using him to further her career."

"I agree. I've written the offices at Supernatural, asking them to have her removed from the show. We don't need some slut like her acting as a role model for the younger girls. It gives the wrong image."

With tears in your eyes, you pushed past them, ignoring the snickering behind you as you pressed the elevator button. Wishing the elevator would hurry up, you couldn't believe the nerve of the girls as they walked right up to you. "I hope you are miserable. Because you don't deserve Jared."

Walking away just as the elevator opened, you climbed inside quickly, pressing the button to your floor before letting the tears fall. Their words had hit deep, especially with everything else going on. You had been worried that things would be tough here, and you were right. Fans had seemed nice during the karaoke, but if those two were any indication, tomorrow might be a hard day.

Walking past your shared room with Jared, you went to the one the convention had booked for you. With all your thoughts and emotion running through you, you couldn't face the chance he might be in there. 

Unlocking the door, you walked into the darkened room, leaving it that way. Throwing yourself down on the bed, you curled into yourself, ignoring the corset as it cut into you. It was one thing, seeing people's cutting remarks on the internet, but a complete different thing hearing them in person. Actually have the audacity to say those things to your face.

A soft knock on your door had you quickly wiping the tears from your eyes. "Y/N, are you in there?"

You could pretend you weren't. But you didn't want to worry him. Trying to hide the fact that you had been crying, you opened the door, the light from the hallway shining into your room, but you were still bathed in shadows. "What are you doing in this room? I thought we had agreed upon sharing a room. Your stuff is still in there."

"Sorry, I guess I wasn't thinking." You answered softly, your voice a little deeper, hoarser because of the singing earlier. And also the tears. 

"Is everything okay?" He asked, noticing the tension in your shoulders even if he couldn't exactly see the tear trails upon your cheeks.

"I'm just tired. Let's get to bed." You answered, letting him take your hand. Walking beside him, you kept your head tilted down, knowing if he got one good look at you he would know instantly. And you didn't want to ruin the convention for him just because the fans hated you. 

Opening the door for you, he stepped to the side, letting you walk in front of him. "I'm glad I got to see you in your karaoke get up before you took it off. You're gorgeous!"

"Thanks." You sniffled, leaning over and grabbing your pajama's from the top of the bag. Tonight wasn't going the way you had hoped. Not at all. You had packed your prettiest pajama's, hoping the two of you could take your relationship to the next level. But the rude comments had left you reeling, and all you wanted to do now was climb into bed, and fall asleep. And hope that tomorrow, during your panel, you wouldn't have to answer to fans as rude as those two. 

Heading straight for the bathroom, you hoped that taking a couple of minutes by yourself would wash away the evidence of your tears. You didn't want to burden Jared with this information. You didn't want him mad at the fans when they were there to see him in the first place.