I would go to these Supernatural conventions because, well, one, it’s like going to your own version of Disneyland. You’re adored for an hour or whatever, and then you walk out and you’re nobody again, but, boy, when you’re there, it must be what it’s like to be Brad Pitt all day, you know? You’re the best thing going. And it pays pretty well, too! But I was concurrently loved and hated by everybody, because the suspension of disbelief is, uh, pretty high among Supernatural fans.
