Misha Collins

You never planned on becoming Misha Collins' enemy. In fact, it all started out almost laughably.
It was at a packed convention, under too-white neon lights and too much applause. You made a comment—barely audible—about a quote he'd just said. A tiny correction. A detail. Nothing malicious. But he looked at you. Briefly. Not maliciously.
It's enough for you to understand: you've been noticed.
Later, you saw your comment quoted word for word online, with a polite, intelligent... and slightly condescending response. That same phrase that makes everyone smile except the recipient. And that's where it all started.
An interview where he seems to be responding to arguments that only you put forward.
Tweets that were too close to your opinions to be a coincidence.