Moving On (Destiel)

39: Shipping queen

"Fiiiiinally," Charlie groaned. They were walking towards the cafeteria, and they had just crossed path with Dean, who Cas greeted and smiled at. "You're talking again! You don't know how long I've been waaaaiiiiting for that!"

"Actually, I do. I think I know even better, as I'm the one who didn't talk to him, and know how bad things were outside of school."

"See, that's where you're wrong. I'm a fangirl. Fangirls Always Know. It's even a club. It was founded in some comment section on Wattpad in some fanfic I read, and ever since I joined and announced it in my bio I'm part of it, and I'm proud of it. I mean, it's totally true – us fangirls do always know. And if we feel like a ship is gonna sink, we'll make it fly. That's how our life mission-"

"Wattpad?", Cas asked confused, and Charlie gasped. "Dude! I told you about that! It's a reading app, well, it originally has been, and there are still real novels on there, but nobody I know actually read those, we're all there for the fanfics..."

"Does anybody you know – besides you – even read... Buttpad?"

"Wattpad," Charlie corrected him, grinning. "And of course I know people who know Wattpad! That's my world, all my online friends practically live there, and they all read only fanfics too."

"Maybe because you met them through "fanfics" it's likely you'll find them on them too, and not on other things," Cas brought in. "What is "fanfics" even supposed to me?"

"What am I going to do with you..." Charlie sighed. "It's a short version of fanfiction, alright? Do I have to explain the principle of fanfiction to you too? Gosh I dunno why I'm still talking to you."

And then she went on of how the complexity of fanfiction was created, and Cas realized he was all too familiar with the information. By the time they lined up in the cafeteria to get food. "I think... my mother used to write... fanfics," he slowly said, stopping a never-shutting-up Charlie.

"Wait, really? That's super frickin' amazing! You better stan your mom, bitch!"

"She isn't a bitch," Cas informed her. "But no, I used to find it weird that she would take written-out stories and make up owns in her mind, yet with the characters of the story. Sometimes only slightly changing the plot, sometimes putting the characters into a completely different world. She wasn't creative enough to create a world herself, so she stole one. And she wasn't patient enough to just accept that canon world how it was."

"I. Am. Offended. Castiel – my god. You have no- I am beyond shocked, I don't even know what to say. Fanfic writers aren't uncreative. They're the fucking opposite. Ma lord." 

She shook her head and then rambled about the worth every fanfiction writer held in her heart, left out those who didn't finish their fanfic. Those are to be arsoned, she said.

Then, after a very long time, she stopped abruptly and faced Cas. "So much to that. Now, you distracted from the topic. You and Dean good again, hm?"

"Uh, yes. We did some talking and realized our fight had been for nothing, and we... we are back to friends. I guess." 

Cas shrugged it off and stared into the distance. He feared that if he looked Charlie in the eyes, she would know. She was a fangirl, after all – and Fangirls always know.

Apparently, she didn't need eye contact for that. "Some talking, huh?"

"Yes. We did talk. Long and intense."

"Alrighty, and what came out? Him?"

She was just as annoying as Sam and Gabriel. What was up with all of them, digging around in Dean's and Cas's business? "Uh, we have not made our mind up about it yet."