Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 44

"Whatcha listening to?" Lucifer asks, looking over Adam's shoulder at his phone.

"Jacksfilms," Adam replies simply, pulling one earbud out in case Lucifer continues to pester him. Lucifer, being himself, does.

"What's that?" he asks

"A YouTuber."

"Like Smosh-ish or Joey Graceffa-ish?" Lucifer inquires, seeming genuinely curious.

"Like 'I'm gonna make all my money off of my fans' answers'-ish," Samandriel answers instead, bored.

"How does that work?" Lucifer asks, puzzled.

"Because he asks creative questions and spends hours looking at all the best answers and recording himself reading them in creative ways for just two of his series... es... serieses... that might not be a word. And then he has to edit them and upload them in a timely manner," Adam clarifies, though the answer seems more directed at Samandriel than Lucifer.

"He looks at the most liked answers and just steals those," Samandriel protests. "There's no creativity there."

"What about his sponsors?" Adam challenges. "He's the only YouTuber people actually watch the sponsored portion."

"And even the segue into those are usually from the fans," Samandriel reminds him.

"Who cares? He's creative. He's funny. You don't like it, go flip a light switch, m'lady," Adam replies with a mocking smile.

"I'm surprised you didn't make a forehead joke with that," Samandriel mutters. "That's another thing. Jack's forehead is actually kinda normal sized. There's literally no reason for that to be a running joke because it doesn't make sense."

"It's not normal sized," Adam protests.

"Uh, yeah, it kinda is. What people should be making fun of is how his eyebrows are literally dancing when he sings or raps."

"See, the funny thing is that you've clearly seen a crap ton of his videos to know all that," Adam observes, a smug smile on his face. "You're a closet Jacksfilms fan, aren't you?"

"No, I just ran out of fun videos to watch," Samandriel replies.

"So you binge watched a YouTuber that you hate?" Adam repeats skeptically.

"I didn't binge watch it," Samandriel protests indignantly. "I watched it when it came up in my recommendations and I regretted it every time."

"I think you actually liked it on a subconscious level," Adam tells him.

"I'm both bored and confused and I want pie," Dean announces, directing this towards Castiel.

Castiel can't help but laugh at that. It's a quiet laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. Of course that's the first thing on his mind.

"Wanna go buy some pie?" Castiel suggests.

"Hell yeah, I do!"

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"I call shotgun!" Castiel announces, sliding into the passenger seat of the Impala just as Dean unlocks her.

"Well, you sure as hell ain't driving," Dean replies, taking his seat behind the wheel. As soon as he turns the key, Aerosmith begins blasting throughout the car at a volume so loud, even Dean decides it's enough and turns it down a little.

Almost as if there was some sort of silent communication that they weren't aware of happening, they begin belting out the lyrics at the same time. 

"So I took a big chance at the high school dance
With a missy who was ready to play."

Dean starts driving them to some grocery store to buy pie as they continue singing.