Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 11

Castiel and Taylor Swift are both hanging out at her house in New York a few days later, working on that duet that both their labels agreed would be awesome. They're almost done with the final chorus, which they agreed would be sort of like the normal chorus but sort of different, when Castiel gets a text. He pulls out his phone to check it out, assuming it's Lucifer. It's not.

Jim: Answer the next call you get

Castiel cocks his head in confusion. What's he talking about? Why does he have to answer it? He's in the middle of something. If whoever is calling him has something important to say, can't they call him when he's not working on a song?

Still, Jim told him to answer it, so he will. It's a couple moments later that the call comes, with a number he doesn't have saved in his phone. Seeing as he has a bazillion contacts in there, he's pretty sure he doesn't know whoever this is, but he answers anyway.

"Castiel Novak here," he greets whoever it is.

"Hi, Castiel," a voice that Castiel doesn't recognize comes through the phone. "How are you?"

"Who is this?" Castiel asks instead of answering.

"Rick Springfield."

"I'm sorry, you're who now?" Castiel asks, sure he heard wrong.

"Rick Springfield," he repeats. "I know you've heard of me. You were humming one of my songs on you live video."

Castiel has to take a moment to compose himself before speaking so he doesn't turn into Lucifer near his ships.

"You're Rick Springfield?" Castiel repeats. "The Rick Springfield?"

"I am," he confirmed.

Castiel really hopes Rick can't hear him fangirling right now.

"People were tweeting at me to check out your live video," Rick tells him. "So, I did, and I heard you talking to your friend about me. You know I could sue you for humming my song, right?"

Aw, crap.

"But I won't," Rick adds. "I've heard you on the radio, and you're good. I decided to pull some strings, and your manager, Eric Kripke, I think, told me to call you up myself and check with you."

"Check with me for what?" Castiel asks slowly.

"Would you like to do a duet with me?"

"Yes!" Castiel practically screams.

Rick laughs on the other end of the phone. "Well, I'm glad you're excited. I don't know when this would be, but I wanted to check with you before anything was finalized. I look forward to working with you, Castiel."

As soon as the call ends, Castiel starts hardcore fangirling. Like, Destiel-is-now-canon-in-Supernatural-level fangirling. He's going to meet Rick Springfield. He's going to meet Rick Springfield! How? How is this happening to him? What is life?

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As soon as Castiel gets back to his house, he whips out his phone and calls Lucifer, leaving the phone on speaker because it's easier to hear and he doesn't have to worry about eavesdroppers when he lives alone. Lucifer picks up immediately.

"Hey, Castiel!"

"Luciferimmeetingrickspringfield!"

"Um... What?"

"I'm gonna meet Rick Springfield!" Castiel repeats, enunciating clearly this time. "We're gonna sing a duet and oh my god, Lucifer, I'm so excited!"

"Isn't that the guy that sings 'Jessie's Girl'?" Lucifer asks.

"Yeah, but he sings a bunch of other songs that are awesome and I'm gonna sing a song with him and oh my god, this is amazing!"

"I don't really know anything about this guy, but I'll freak out with you anyway," Lucifer tells him. "Oh my god, Castiel, you're gonna meet another cool person!"

"I feel like freaking out isn't the same if you don't know why you're freaking out, so I'm gonna force you to listen to his music and you're not allowed to hang up."

Castiel shows him a couple songs from his laptop; 'Affair of the Heart,' 'Don't Walk Away,' and 'I've Done Everything For You.' Lucifer listens, proving he's still there with random comments throughout the songs, but he doesn't really say anything until the end.

"I think I'll stick to country," Lucifer tells his younger brother.

"Okay, you need to get your ears checked, because Rick Springfield is a god."

"Sure he is," Lucifer replies sarcastically. "So he sucks, but, uh, congrats on being able to work with him? I guess? I don't really know. Old music sucks, so, like, maybe he was good back then, but compared to now, he's like the Raphael of the music industry."

Castiel chuckles at the comparison. "You're welcome to think that. You're wrong, but you're welcome to think it."

"I'm completely right," Lucifer protests. "You're just blinded by how hot he is, but as a heterosexual guy, I can't relate. I mean, I don't actually know if he's hot, but that's the only explanation I can think of for why you like his music."

"He's, like, three times my age," Castiel replies. "And he was no Harry Styles in his glory days, anyway." Castiel pauses as what Lucifer said sinks in. "Wait, you're straight?"

"Yeah..." Lucifer says slowly. "Did you think I wasn't straight?"

"I just kinda assumed," Castiel replies. "I mean, you're infatuated with gay couples."

"Because those ships are real!" Lucifer replies. "Every single one of my ships have consisted of two people who were soulmates and should date forever until the end of time because they're perfect couples and that's an undeniable fact. And they're usually gay because that's freaking adorable."

Castiel laughs. "Well, Adamandriel didn't get together," he reminds his brother.

"Yet," Lucifer adds.

"They don't even talk to each other anymore."

"Yeah, cuz college got in the way. Stupid college, always breaking up my ships. But soon both Destiel and Adamandriel will be joining Sabriel at sea."

"What are you even talking about right now?" Castiel asks, puzzled.

Lucifer sighs. "Okay, so you guys are ships, right? And Sabriel is sailing. They sailed all the way to Stanford. Ship Destiel has been boarded and then abandoned, and I'll make sure it sails again soon. The S. S. Adamandriel hasn't been built yet, but the materials are all in the same general vicinity, so we'll build the ship and push it out into the ocean!"

Castiel doesn't say anything for a moment as he processes this. "Alright, well, I'm just gonna hang up now before you make my IQ drop to that of a piece of plastic."