Jazz, this idea hit me: John Constantine needing to hide out from a demon and he winds up running into the nearest building–that happens to be an SPN convention with a shit ton of Castiels running around in the lobby. John shrugs, takes off the red tie, and blends in with the crowd. (And John has that kind of fucking luck, doesn’t he?)

captaindeanwatson:

jazzforthecaptain:

This is too good not to post. Can I have this story now?

Imagine the sheer volume of photos of him that would land on Tumblr. He’d nick someone’s lanyard and badge and then have to introduce himself as “ImpalaSexasaurus94.” Which is going to make things interesting because A) ImpalaSexasaurus94 is a popular, prolific slash writer and was here to meet their fans, and B) ImpalaSexasaurus94 also has a very active social media life and that theft’s going to be all over the con’s Tumblr and Twitter tags in fifteen minutes.

Let the games begin.

To top this off, Jack’s facial recognition software is set up to monitor for photos of certain people—say, Gwen, the Doctor’s multiple incarnations, Dean, Sam, Cas, Martha, Mickey, Coulson (IiiiiiiI can’t help thinking of SHIELD existing and loathing Torchwood. Hell, SHIELD probably used them as cover every great once in a while and vice versa.) Anyway, Jack’s software picks up on Constantine in among the locals and so he calls him up and, upon finding out what’s happening, laughs way too much. John begs him to help with his cover ‘cause he can’t go outside.

Let the games begin indeed.