"There's books about Sammy and me, where I come from. Turns out a prophet was writing out our story." Dean shook his head. He grabbed a cookie and tore the top off, did the same with a second one and smashed the two wafers with the icing together. He ate the other two wafers first, saving the double stuffed cookie.
Dean and Sam had gone to a convention set up for fans of the books. He couldn't even begin to describe the level of weird, to see people trying to emulate him and Sammy, right down to the clothes they wore. It was kind of odd, all around.
"So, we're dragged here, and forced to perform for these...guests? Seems barbaric."