As much as her mom would tell her that she does fine in crowds, Marissa would tell you the opposite. Maybe in crowds of twenty, thirty people max, but she was in a crowded room of well over three hundred and, well. She was freaking out. Her camera bag was gripped tightly in her hand and she was glancing around because she had somehow lost Cleo. One second she had been holding onto the girl's hand, the next it had disappeared with the bright haired girl yelling, "I think I see a better spot up there!"

The girl stood rigidly in the crowd waiting for the boys to come out. It was a Jensen and Jarsd panel, everyone having their cameras and phones ready to take videos of the who thing. Marissa would probably be in the same boat if she wasn't having an anxiety attack about the fact that she was alone. No matter how many times she would tell herself that she was confident and could do it, the room was just too full.

She had to get out! She had to get out!

Stumbling over her feet, shoving into a couple of people, who she apologized to, the girl made her way to the exit. Marissa had to push a few people out of the way as she was in the middle of the crowd, sending apology smiles left, right, and centre until finally she burst out of the door, practically gulping in the clean air.

Rushing to grab her phone to text Cleo, she froze when she heard a deep voice ask, "Hey, are you okay?"

The phone dropped from her hand when she spotted Jared and Jensen, as well as their bodyguard Clif, looking at her in concern. She couldn't help the burst of air that left her, turning to get her phone from where it laid forgotten on the ground. However, one of the boys had scooped it up and was holding it out for her. It was Jensen, who opened those perfect lips to speak again, "We're not leaving until you answer."

Marissa sucked all the saliva out of her mouth and croaked out, "I lost my friend in the crowd and couldn't think with everyone."

Jared and Jensen shared a look. Then they both cast a look at Clif, the man seemingly getting what he was trying to convey and shrugging. Marissa blinked at the two men as they started walking, Jensen still hanging onto her phone. "Um- my phone?!"

"You'll get it back! Just follow us!" Jared called back, sending a smile over his shoulder. Marissa hesitated for a moment, both men stopping and turning around to look at her. Jensen held up her phone with a mischievous smirk, making Marissa sigh and follow after them.

"I think this is considered blackmail," she announced, almost jogging to keep up with the long strides. She was pretty tall, being 5'9", but it was still no match for the legs of two people over six feet. Especially Jared. Fuck that guy.

They ignored the statement, Jared turning towards her, "This your first convention..."

"Marissa. And yeah, yeah it is."

The conversation fell after that, Marissa scurrying to keep up, Jensen and Jared practically power walking now. Clif was keeping a respectable distance, though Marissa had to shoot him a nervous smile over her shoulder a couple times. They made their way down a hallway that was padded with carpet, passing by the Green Room, which had its door open. Marissa's eyes widened as she got a glimpse of the cast members, each one doing their own thing to pass the time before their panels. The most distinct was Rob and Richard, who were seemingly playing with glitter on the table.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To go find your friend," Jensen told her, as if it was obvious. Her phone chimed in his hand, the man looking down at the lit up screen. Marissa felt herself start turning red, knowing that Jensen (with Jared in the background) was her lockscreen. God, could this get anymore embarrassing?

When they got to a door, Jared flinging it open, Marissa froze. She could hear the crowd and people starting to get angsty about waiting for their faves to get on the stage. Jensen and Jared stopped when they realized she wasn't following them anymore. "Are you coming?" Jared asked, waving a hand to motion her forward. The girl gulped.

"You know, my friend-" Marissa tried, pointing behind her and trying to turn on her heel. Jensen moved lightning quick and was taking her wrist gently, pulling her up the stairs.

"This will be the fastest way to find her," he said, voice gentle. Marissa looked towards Jared so she wouldn't get lost in Jensen's facial features, seeing the soft smile on the older man's face and relaxing a tiny bit. She hadn't even realized how tense she actually was. Jensen smiled that stupid, beaming smile and pulled her up the rest of the way. A stage hand gave them microphones, gave Marissa a weird look, before going back to doing their job.

There was a moment before Jensen and Jared were squishing her between them, Jared telling her to smile as Jensen held her phone out to take a picture. That's when the anxiety left her and she realized oh my God, I'm squished between Jensen and Jared. The three of them watched her face light up on the small screen of her cell, before Jensen started to beam as well. Marissa hadn'r even noticed that she had turned to look at him in awe, smile still evident.

"I know he's attractive," Jared joked, "but you're supposed to look at the camera!"

"Right," Marissa said, dazed from the fact that she met her two idols. It was feeling surreal, and she turned to get the selfie taken right. She looked at the screen, smiling ever-so-widely and waiting for Jensen to take the picture. Her heart stopped when she watched both men turn their faces and kiss her on the cheek. Somehow, she was able to keep her feet under her, but once she knew the picture was snapped, her hands grabbed both actors' shoulders to keep herself steady. "Sorry!"

They only laughed, before Jared was taking her hand as Jensen pushed through the curtain to get onstage. Immediately the crowd started to go wild, and she heard her phone distantly from where it was still in Jensen's hand. Phone thief.

"So, we have a little bit of a problem," Jensen spoke into the mic when everyone calmed down. "We met this girl Marissa, and she told us that she lost her friend." Marissa blinked as she was pulled onstage, a lot of the fans cheering but a few looking at her with envious glares. She gulped and froze. Right by her feet, she heard a girl say holy fuck, I would be dying!

She was. She truly was.

"So, if you are Marissa's friend," Jared broke in, smiling over at Jensen and then the audience. "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"'Cause we'll keep her! She doesn't talk much, but she's cute," Jensen stated, and Marissa almost fainted. Jensen just called her cute. She's going to start hyperventilating because Jensen called her cute.

"Keep her! You can deal with the memes at two A.M!" Cleo shouted, both actors putting a hand over their eyes to shield from the blaring lights. They tried to search for her in the crowd. "Plus, she really loves you, Jensen!"

Her face was red. Oh, God. Jensen turned to her and beamed, Jared pouting. She felt herself turning even more red as about half of the crowd cheered at the statement. Marissa decided that she was going to kill Cleo. If it was the last thing she did.

"Also, she's twenty seven, so it's legal! I know she looks young!"

"Cleo!" Marissa yelped, everyone starting to laugh. Even Jensen and Jared, who had started to shake their heads. Hopefully in disbelief of the comment and not because it was a bad joke or anything. Marissa really hoped it wasn't because she was now officially shunned or some stupid crap. There have been fans asking about the size of the actors' dicks before but she didn't know if anything like this ever happened.

"Well, 'Cleo'," Jensen said, walking over to where Jared had left Marissa to go move the chairs forward. She was watching him turn one around for himself when she froze as Jensen's arm wrapped around her shoulders in a lose grip. It was warm and it felt really good and she was turning red again, oh, God. "I guess she's ours now. What do we feed her?"

There was a multitude of responses. Marissa heard a lot of your dick and thought distantly of Trevor and his stupid joke and she felt her face heat up more. There was also a beer, pizza, Chinese food, pretty much everything that Marissa loved. Then, Cleo had to go and ruined it, again, "If you make her a home cook meal, she'll probably give you the best sex of your life! Her ex would not shut up about that!"

Marissa, filled with a slight rage and a shitton of embarrassment, held out her hand for the microphone. Jensen passed it over with a smug smile. She turned to him first, "I love you, but don't get any ideas, Tiger." She found herself wrapping her arm around his waist and squeezing in a type of half hug, before letting go and walking towards the front of the stage, hand shielding her eyes to try and find her best friend. "I'm going to kill you, Cleo." She thought for a second, before smirking, "Brooklyn Nine-Nine is the worst comedy show ever."

"You fucking take that back, you fucking bitch!" Cleo yelled, her blue head bobbing a couple rows back from the front as she tried to push her way there. Marissa smiled, turning back to the actors and mouthing found her.

Jensen walked forward, trading her phone for the mic, and she was dropping down to get to Cleo. The other fans parted for her, making the girl smile thankfully and moving to meet her best friend, who was standing with her arms cross, tapping her foot angrily. When Marissa reached her, Cleo punched her in the shoulder hard. "You take that back."

Marissa took her camera out, shrugging, "You know I love B99, hun." She started to record as Jared asked for the first question. Marissa made sure that she could see both boys before turning back to Cleo, "And consider it payback for that sex comment."