Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 47

"Adam seems to have broken out of his shell," Castiel observes that evening, sitting on his bed with Dean.

"I think once you get him talking, he's fine," Dean replies. "Like when he first met Samandriel, he barely said two words to him, but by the time he left for college, they were practically professing their love to each other."

Castiel chuckles. "Yeah. I wonder if they'll get like that again."

"Lucifer seems to think so," Dean reminds him.

"Lucifer thinks everyone is going to start dating."

"And has he ever been wrong? Us, Sam and Gabriel... Maybe he's right about them, too."

Castiel scoffs. "I can't believe you're trusting Lucifer."

"Hey, I'm just stating facts," Dean says defensively. "Maybe he knows something we don't know."

"I know everything."

Both boys jump at the sound of Lucifer's voice. The door, which was only open a crack, closes slowly, and they can hear him walk away in the confused silence of the room.

"Well, that just happened," Castiel says finally, not quite sure what to make of it.

"You have a weird family," Dean adds.

"Trust me, I've known that for years."

~~ Awkwardly tries to kill time~~

"It's the C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song, and if you don't think that we can sing it faster, then you're wrong, but it'll help if you just sing along!" Samandriel and Adam sing in unison.

"It's the C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song! C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song! And if —" Lucifer joins in, but they're cut off by Anna.

"Will you three please shut the hell up?"

"No!" they all yell at once.

"If you're gonna be singing the campfire song, it should be around a campfire," Dean observes.

"Hell yeah! Let's start a campfire!" Lucifer says excitedly.

Everyone looks at Michael expectantly.
"Someone has to get wood, but sure," he replies.

Lucifer pumps his fists in the air. "Yes! I'm gonna do that. Bye!" He practically runs out of the room — no, not practically. He does run out of the room, and it's barely thirty seconds later that the car is out of the driveway.

"That was weird," Adam observes.

"Lucifer's always weird," Samandriel replies. "It's his thing."

"Oh, true."

"Do we even have a fire pit?" Gabriel asks.

"We haven't used it in probably a decade, but yeah, we have one," Michael tells him. "It's in the corner of the basement."

"I love how you just know that off the top of your head," Samandriel laughs.

"Of course I do. It's my house. Why don't you?"

"Because not everyone memorizes the layout of their house and everything they own," Anna tells him.

~~ Time skip because I went to bed and I forget where I was going with this conversation ~~

"I got stuff for s'mores!" Lucifer announces proudly as he returns to the house, dropping a grocery bag on the counter.

"But did you get the fire wood?" Michael asks.

"Aw, crap."

Michael facepalms. "Lucifer, why did you...?"

"No, kidding. It's in the trunk. I didn't feel like carrying it," he explains.

"Good, because I want my s'mores," Claire says. "Preferably right now. Let's go start a fire."

"Do you want to start a fire?" Lucifer sings to the tune of "Do you Want to Build a Snowman?" as they go grab the fire pit and wood. Gabriel grabs the s'mores stuff and follows the rest of the crowd.

Lucifer makes his way through the mess that is the basement, attempting not to step on anything randomly scattered on the floor.

"Need help?" Castiel offers.

"Nah, I'm good," he replies, picking up the metal fire pit easily. He carries it out the door and sets it down on the cement patio, then disappears again.

"Where are you going?" Michael calls after him.

"I'm looking for chairs!"

With Castiel and Michael's help, they manage to find a chair for everyone. They set them up in a circle, and Lucifer grabs the fire wood, dropping a few pieces in the fire pit. Michael returns with a pack of matches, which he reluctantly gives to Lucifer after a lot of begging.

Lucifer strikes a match and holds it under his face. "I am the fire lord!" He laughs evilly for effect before casually tossing the match in the fire pit.
Everyone takes a seat while they wait for the fire to really start burning.

Castiel sits between Dean and Claire, on the opposite side of the circle as Gabriel, who brought the s'mores stuff, so he has to wait forever to finally get his marshmallow and stick. Everyone begins roasting their marshmallows, which is going fine until...

"Oh my god, my marshmallow is on fire! What do I do?"

Michael takes Lucifer's stick and blows the flames out easily. Lucifer just stares at him for a moment.

"Maybe you're the fire lord," he breathes.

Michael just shakes his head at his brother and hands the stick back. Lucifer takes off the burnt part of the marshmallow and tosses it into the fire, putting the slimy insides into a cracker sandwich with a piece of chocolate that's way too big.

"Ready?" Samandriel asks quietly.
"3... 2... 1..." he and Adam count together, then, "Let's gather 'round the campfire, and sing our campfire song! Our C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song! And if you don't think that we can sing it faster, then you're wrong, but it'll help if you just sing along! It's the C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song! C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-N-G song! And if you don't think that we can sing it faster, then you're wrong, but it'll help if you just sing along!"

Lucifer joins in for this round, and then Gabriel, then Dean. Eventually, they give up on singing it any faster, collapsing into a fit of laughter instead.

As they attempt to stop laughing, Anna takes out her phone and holds it above/in front of her face, turning her upper body slightly, making a cute face, and... Selfie. Because why wouldn't she be taking a selfie right now?

Castiel can't help but notice how much healthier she looks today than she did when he arrived. It's probably just her hair, which looks much neater now than it did when he first showed up. The miracle of showers, apparently. She's still thin as ever, but she ate three s'mores, which is a good sign. Maybe there really is nothing wrong.

"Whatcha doing?" Lucifer asks her.

"Snap Chatting," she replies.

"Who are you Snap Chatting?"

"My story," she tells him. "The light from the fire looks really cool."

"This isn't proper campfire etiquette," Gabriel says. "Phones away. We're in the wilderness!"

"The house is literally ten yards away," Anna reminds him.

"Whatever. We're still in the wilderness."

Castiel rests his head on Dean's shoulder with a yawn. Dean puts an arm around his shoulders without hesitation.

"If you're tired, you could go to bed," Dean suggests. "Or you could stay here and not abandon me, but if your bed is more comfortable..."

"I'll stay here," Castiel replies. "I'm not gonna fall asleep."

And, ten minutes later, he's asleep on Dean's shoulder.