Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 49

A/N Almost at 50. Almost there. *repeats this over and over as I write because I'm almost there*

"WOAH, WE'RE HALFWAY THERE! WOAH, LIVING ON A PRAYER! TAKE MY HAND, WE'LL MAKE IT, I SWEAR! WOAH, LIVING ON A PRAYER!"

"Shut up!" Castiel yells from his bedroom, where he was peacefully sleeping until Dean and Lucifer decided to go all Bon Jovi out in kitchen or the living room or some room near there.

"Or you could come join us?" Dean suggests.

"I wanna sleep!"

"But you're awake," Lucifer observes. "Which, if you think about it, means that YOU'RE HALFWAY THERE! WOAH, TO COMING TO THE KITCHEN! TAKE DEAN'S HAND, YOU'LL SHIP IT, I SWEAR! WOAH, COME TO THE KITCHEN!"

"Fine, just for that," Castiel agrees finally. He tosses on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, ignoring how messy his hair must look and makes his way to the kitchen, where he finds Lucifer and Dean munching on those little chocolate Hostess donuts. Dean holds out the bag to let Castiel take one, but he shakes his head.

"After everything I ate last night, I should probably at least try not to gain any weight before my tour."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Boring. Donuts are way better than abs anyway."

"I'll pass, but thanks."

Dean shrugs and puts the bag between him and Lucifer. "Suit yourself. More for us."

"Did someone say donuts?" Claire asks, coming into the kitchen as well.

Lucifer gestures to the donuts next to him, but he can't speak because he's still chewing.

"Ooh, yay!" She grabs a couple and takes a bite out of one. She looks at Castiel curiously when she notices he's not eating any.

"Celebrities can't binge," he says simply. It's still strange to categorize himself as a celebrity, but it's true.

"Remind me to never be a celebrity. I need my donuts."

Castiel leans against the counter out of boredom. "Did you drag me out here just to offer me donuts?"

"No, we did it because it's noon and I was bored waiting for you," Dean tells him.

"It's noon?" Castiel glances at the clock to see that it is, in fact, just past noon. "Wow. Wait, are you eating donuts for lunch?"

"You got a problem with that?" Lucifer asks.

"No, but... Really? For lunch? Breakfast or snacks, I get that, but not lunch."

"You're just bitter that you don't get any," Dean teases.

"No! Well, okay, maybe a little," he concedes.

"I say have some," Claire suggests. "Screw the social stigma or whatever. Body positivity and all that, right?"

Castiel looks at the bag longingly for a moment, then shakes his head. "Body positivity only counts for girls. If a guy wants to get somewhere in the spotlight, he needs a six pack, and, unfortunately, that's how I make my living — catchy tunes and good looks."

"Well, you're not wrong," Claire replies with a shrug, popping another donut in her mouth.

Awkward silence.

"What's today?" Castiel asks, not directing it at anyone in particular. "Sunday?"

"Maybe?" Lucifer replies uncertainly. "No one keeps track in the summer."

Claire pulls out her phone. "Nope, Monday."

"Aw, crap," Castiel mutters.

"Why?" Dean asks.