After about five to six long, boring hours, I eventually arrive at Rome. I think it's a very beautiful place.
After looking around for a while, I take a cab to the hotel that was paid for me before-hand.
Struggling, I carry my many bags to the lobby, spotting a man sitting at the front desk. He has slicked back hair and is wearing a polo shirt, looking very professional.
"I booked room twenty eight." I say, looking at the crinkled piece of paper in my hand.
"Misha Collins, correct?" he asks, the words rolling off of his tongue. I like the accent here in Rome.
I nod, taking the keys out of the man's hand. I scan each door's number before finding mine.
Carelessly, I drop my bags on the ground, getting the keys and opening the door. The tall, wooden door clicks open and I see the room.
A large area with a king sized bed, television, small kitchen area, and a bathroom. I pick up my bags and walk in.
I jump on the comfortable bed, rolling on my side.
I quickly check my schedule to see what time the comic con is tomorrow before closing my eyes for a nap.
I wake up the next day, at about seven o'clock. Must have been tired.
Tiredly, I sit up, struggling to even get out of the bed. I go to one of my duffel bags and grab a random pair of jeans and a t-shirt and quickly get dressed.
Like I normally do, I text Grace good morning. I smooth my hair down before grabbing my phone and wallet.
As the clock hits 7:30, I'm headed out of the door. I call a cab and soon enough one comes riding up.
I hop in and shut the door, telling the driver the directions to the convention center. We get there in about ten to twenty minutes. As I walk out of the car, I hand the guy a ten dollar bill.
"Thanks." I say to him, before running up to the large building. Once I walk in, I spot Jensen, Jared, Matt, Rob, Richard, and some others from the cast.
"Where's the gay angel?" I hear Jensen ask.
"You mean gay like happy right?" I reply, jogging up to him.
"Yeah, that's what I meant." he answers sarcastically, putting his arm around my shoulder.
I laugh and the large group of us walk into the main room.
Fans won't be showing up for another half hour or so.
I go to my table, getting all my stuff ready. I have it all organized.
Pictures of myself that I autograph for fans, pens, and then some Castiel keychains that they can buy.
Some overly excited girls start walking in, heading to the first table, which is Jared's.
I smile at the memory of first meeting Grace at a place similar to this. I wish she could be here.
More people start piling in, and eventually walk towards me. For the next couple of hours, I get a ton of hugs, sign a lot of posters, and take a huge amount of pictures.
Eventually, the panel starts and fans are asked to come up for Q&A.
"This is for Misha. Is it true you have a girlfriend?" a teenaged girl asks, noticeably containing her excitement.
For a minute, I don't know what to say.
I don't want Gracie to get noticed by fans and come to her house, and then always take pictures of her when she comes out."Um, yes. That's true." I decide to say.
"Who is she?" I hear people yelling from the audience.
I just shake my head and laugh.
But they start chanting, "Tell us! Tell us!"After a while it gets annoying so I just tell them.
"Okay okay...fine I'll tell you. Her name's Grace." I say.
"Grace who?" someone asks.
"Well, she's not famous or anything. Her name is Grace Howell." I sigh, regretting telling them all this information.
"Oh I follow her on Twitter!" some girl yells out, going on her phone.
Everybody crowds around her, getting Grace's username.
"Oh god." I whisper to Jensen. He just laughs and hits my arm playfully.
Grace is gonna be pretty confused the next time she goes on Twitter.
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Tear In My Heart
FanfictionEighteen year old Grace Howell is a huge fan of the CW television series "Supernatural". Especially Castiel, who is portrayed by Misha Collins. She is surprised with tickets to NJ Comic Con for a birthday gift. At the convention, she loses a neckla...