Stop Texting Me Mom!!!!

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Cas was sitting on his couch with his graphic art tablet perched on his knees, the pen hovering over the screen when his phone buzzed loudly on the coffee table in front of him. He set the tablet aside and picked up the phone. It was a text from his mother. Those were never a good sign.

Mother Beast: Hello, honey. I had a talk with Gladys this morning and it got me thinking about you. Did you know her son is gay too? I know you don't like Roger like that so I would never try to set you up with him. He's too old anyway. But it got me thinking, and I worry about you. So I was looking for some websites that might help you find someone.

Cas' stomach twisted painfully. What on earth was his mother up to?!

Cas: Mom, what are you even talking about? I don't need help finding someone.

Truth was, he was about as introverted as they came and meeting people was extremely difficult. All of the people he had dated up until that point were introduced to him by friends. The same friends he had acquired back in high school because making new friends was also extremely difficult. Sure, he'd made a few, like at work he had his friend Charlie, but she had talked to him first. He'd worked there three full years before he had a conversation longer than "Are we out of coffee creamer?" Or "Did Dave change the deadline again?" Charlie had come to work there two years earlier and immediately introduced herself. She wasn't put off by his shy nature, or the fact that he had difficulty continuing a conversation. Instead, she engaged him in talk of subjects he would eagerly talk about, and soon he found that she was incredibly easy to talk to, and she became one of his best friends in the world.

He was maybe not exactly happy with his life, but he was, for the most part, content. Sure, it had been over three years since he'd had a boyfriend, but most people tended to be too forceful, and they forced him into situations that made him deeply uncomfortable. That's how Balthazar had been. The man wanted the world to revolve around him, and he expected Cas to worship him too. He dragged Cas out to concerts, clubs, and festivals, until he couldn't take it anymore. It was eight months of torture before Cas finally broke up with him. When Balthazar had started talking about them moving in together, Cas knew he couldn't keep seeing the man. He knew how much Balthazar loved throwing parties and most of the man's friends were loud and obnoxious. That was not something Cas wanted a part of.

Ever since they'd split and he'd made the mistake of telling his mother he was single, she'd been on a mission, trying to set him up with the sons of her friends, and well, she was working his last nerve. He started typing back.

Me: Mom. Stop. I don't need someone in order to be happy. I'm fine.

Mother Beast: I just want you to be happy. I love you so much sweetie pie.

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