Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 68

A/N: Just curious, did I ever put a trigger warning on this book? I know I did for Strings Attached, so I don't have to for this, right?

A/N Pt. 2 from before proofreading this chapter: I did, right? I think I said it in an earlier chapter. I could be wrong. Idk. Just throwing this out there for future reference.

~ One week later ~

"Oh my gawd," Castiel groans, smacking his forehead on the floor in frustration. It's past two in the morning. Why the hell is he still doing this?

Misha gets out of his bed and walks over to his owner, who ignores him. He lies down in front of him and nuzzles his nose in his hair. Castiel chuckles and looks up at his dog, petting the top of his head because it's as much of the puppy he can reach.

"Hey, Mish," he coos.

Misha lets out a contented sigh.

"One more week, buddy," he tells his dog. "One more week 'til I'll have to have this done and sent off, and then we can just chill. 'Kay, Mishi baby?"

Misha walks over and lies down next to his owner with another satisfied sigh.  Castiel puts an arm around the dog he's already grown to love and continues working. He's planned out the entirety of his show, and most of the special show he puts on in Sioux Falls has been mapped out as well. He has everything done but the three different songs for each show he needs to choose for his annual tradition of playing unheard, unreleased songs at his hometown's concert. Unfortunately, that involves flipping through his many five subject notebooks until he finds songs that aren't too personal, but are still good enough to perform. So far, one subject into his newest notebook, he's yet to find any that fit the criteria.

"I'm 100 percent done with this tour and it hasn't even started," he mutters to himself. Can he just, like, skip it? Obviously not, but he'd like to.

As if sensing his frustration, Misha nuzzles him comfortingly. Castiel places his head on top of the dog's gently.

"You're so lucky you don't have to work," he tells his dog because he's tired, and tired Castiel talks to dogs, among other slightly strange things. "This is not fun."

He sighs. Maybe he can figure something out tonight, and he won't even have to worry about only having one week left until he needs to have the entire concert planned out and sent in to Jim.

It's a few minutes later that his phone dings, alerting him that he received a text. Castiel rolls away from his dog, who, unsatisfied with his lack of love, walks over of the room. Castiel rolls his eyes. He knows Misha will be back soon, probably within fifteen minutes but definitely within an hour. He always is. He seems to have separation anxiety, and Castiel is afraid to leave him home alone for even just five minutes. When Misha misses him, he starts barking, which is both adorable and kind of annoying.

Castiel picks up his phone from where it sits next to his bed, plugged into his charger as always. It's a text from Jim. Great. Because that always turns out so well.

Jim: Change of plans. Need concert layout in two days. Send soon.

Castiel groans in frustration and drops his phone carelessly on his bedside table. He lies down with all his notebooks and continues skimming through songs. Unfortunately, his most recent ones all seem to be about the same thing, and he's not bringing Dean up at his concert.

It's almost twenty minutes later when he slams his notebook shut and chucks it across the room, watching as it slams into the wall with a satisfying thud.