Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 45

A/N I have an idea for a sequel that I'll probably write when I finish this one. It'll be shorter than this and Strings Attached, but whatever. I'm also thinking that maybe after/as I write the sequel, I'll write a book about Anna during this story (or maybe starting between this one and Strings Attached idk yet)

"I swear to god, Adam, if you tell me it needs more protein one more time!" Samandriel threatens.

Dean and Castiel share an amused look. What did they just walk into?

"You're a bit salty today," Adam observes teasingly. "You know what would help? If you add some protein."

"What the hell is going on?" Castiel whispers.

"I don't think we want to know," Dean whispers back.

"Probably not."

The two follow the sounds of people chatting — or arguing, more accurately — to the living room, where is looks like Samandriel is ten seconds away from strangling Adam, Claire and Anna are about to become expert body hiders, Sam and Gabriel are both asleep on the couch together, and Lucifer looks... bored? Lucifer is never bored. Castiel can't remember the last time this happened.

"Guys, shut up before you wake Sam and Gabriel up!" Dean whispers loudly, actually having a reason to whisper this time.

Everyone but Lucifer looks over at the two, just now realizing they're asleep.

"Oops?" Samandriel says halfheartedly.

"They've literally been sleeping for the last fifteen minutes," Lucifer mutters under his breath. "How am I the observant one?"

Castiel plops down on the floor next to his older brother. "Heya, Lucifer, what's up?" he asks, acting much more cheerful than he really feels. He does that a lot. Fake it 'til you make it.

"The sky, the ceiling, the —"

"Okay, I get it," Castiel interrupts. "You're a smart ass. I mean why are you sad?"

"Why are you assuming my emotions?" Lucifer counters.

"Because I know you. Why are you sad?"

Lucifer sighs as he lies down on the floor. "I'm not sad; just bored. Michael's in hibernation or something, so I'm on my own for now."

"Where is Michael?" Castiel asks.

"I dunno. His room, probably."

"For hours?" Castiel says skeptically.

"Anna spends her life in her room," Lucifer reminds him, earning a glare from her, which he ignores. "I don't see why Michael can't."

"Because Anna has friends to text — and a boyfriend. All Michael's friends are in this room."

"That we know of," Lucifer adds. "Maybe he does have friends, and we just haven't met them." He glances at Castiel and sighs. "Yeah, you're right. That's not it. I'd go ask, but he's probably doing something important. Or on Tumblr."

"You think Michael has a Tumblr?" Claire scoffs. "Have you met the guy?"

"Hey, you never know," Lucifer says defensively.

"Weren't you just saying you wanted to go bug him before we got pie?" Dean reminds him.

Lucifer shrugs. "Probably. I don't remember that far back. That was, like, an hour ago. But if he wants to be alone, let him. He's probably sleeping, anyway."

"But you look so miserable without him, so I'm gonna go grab him," Castiel announces, ducking away before Lucifer can stop him. He heads to Michael's room and knocks on the door softly.