"Destiel is still canon," I say into the mic.
The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.
"She’s right," they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 5th row stands: Jensen Ackles himself.
But he’s not looking at me. His mournful eyes are fixated on something out of view. That’s when I feel it. Someone’s breath tickles my neck. A hard object digs into the back of my head. The barrel of a gun.
I turn, meeting Eric Kripke’s cold, lifeless gaze.
“Cope,” he smiles, and shoots.
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