IRL // Destiel // boyxboy

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Castiel took off his glasses, sitting them on the keyboard of his laptop before he rubbed his temples.

8,582 words... Hope it's enough...

Before putting much more thought into it, he copied and pasted the long document onto Tumblr, pressing the finished button with a satisfied smile. He closed his eyes and sighed before putting his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and starting a new post.

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Cas-And-The-Technicolor-Trenchcoat:

|Hey Guys, new update for my fic is
|up! Sorry for the long delay. School is
|about to start back up and times are
|hectic.

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His attention was drawn to the bright screen of his phone as it lit up with a notification. He unlocked it and a joyful smile plastered itself on his face as he read the text from his best friend Sam.

That-Nerd-Named-Sam: Oh my god Cas, almost 9,000 words! Don't you ever sleep?

Cas-And-The-Technicolor-Trenchcoat: What is this sleep you speak of? If I slept I wouldn't be as Tumblr famous as I am.

That-Nerd-Named-Sam: Wow you are so modest -.-

Cas-And-The-Tecnicolor-Trenchcoat: Well since I have 6.5 million followers I believe I'm allowed to gloat a little :)

That-Nerd-Named-Sam: True. What time is it right now?

Cas-And-The-Technicolor-Trenchcoat: 2:14 A.M

Cas-And-The-Technicolor-Trenchcoat : And school starts tomorrow >_< why can't I just be older and be done with school?

That-Nerd-Named-Sam : Trust me, if I had the answer to that question I would have found a way to speed up the process, don't you think?

At that moment Sam's door opened and his brother Dean strode in to the room. "Hey Sammy, lights out kiddo, school starts tomorrow," he said.

"But De-"

"No buts Sam, give me your phone and laptop too so I know you go to sleep,"

"Dean!"

"Sam," Dean said stubbornly holding out his hands for Sam's belongings. Sam huffed and gathered the things Dean had asked for.

"Jerk," he said, depositing the phone and computer in his brothers waiting hands.

"Bitch," Dean said with a smile before he walked to the door. "Goodnight, Sammy," he said then he flipped the lights off and closed the door.

When Dean got to his room he placed Sam's stuff on his desk before plopping down on his bed.

Just as he was starting to fall alseep a shrill beep sound filled the room. He looked at his desk and sure enough, Sam's phone was lit up. He decided to ignore it, but just as he closed his eyes it began going off again. The phone suddenly went off multiple times in a row making Dean groan.

He stood up and stormed over to the desk and yanked up the offending phone. It continued to buzz and beep even as he unlocked it.

13 messages.

Oh my god, don't these kids ever sleep?!

He opened the message app to tell people to stop texting the phone but was distracted by the text on display.