Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 83

A/N I think it's supposed to be November but I'm extending tour time so it's March so there's no football in the way

Michael: I'm finding out that you tried to kill yourself again at the same time as probably thousands of other people?

Castiel looks at the message with a frown. He's sitting on the floor of his hotel room while Dean and Lucifer argue about YouTubers — mostly how Dean doesn't want to have to watch Jacksfilms and Lucifer not caring — and checking his messages, which have blown up since he went to Jody's. He's purposely avoided acknowledging Jim. He didn't even know about Misha, never mind the suicide attempt.

Michael is his first priority at the moment. He knows his older brother feels a responsibility for his siblings that rival the feelings of a parent, and he's probably freaking out at the moment, even if he comes across as just mildly annoyed.

Castiel: I know, I'm sorry. I just didn't know how to tell you guys, so I just didn't.

Michael: Really? Because it looks like Lucifer has known for a while.

Castiel: ...

Michael: Do I get an explanation or not?

He knows he can't just not give Michael the explanation he not only wants but deserves, but even he's not sure what the explanation is, so there's a minute or two gap between messages.

Castiel: I'm sorry, Michael. Things just kept getting worse and worse until I finally gave up. I knew you'd freak out, and even though you'd tell me to do the responsible thing, whatever it was, I just needed a distraction, so Luci took a road trip to see me.

Michael: I get that part, but a wound like that takes a while to heal that well, so it's obviously been a while. You couldn't take a single moment to tell me? Especially because it must have been before your concert here, so I've seen you since then?

Castiel: ... Sorry?

Michael: You better be.

Michael: I don't think the others have watched the show yet, and maybe won't at all, so I'll leave it to you to decide whether you want to tell them, but I think you should.

Castiel: I'll think about it.

Michael: Don't take too long.

Next he checks his messages from Samandriel.

Samandriel: Why'd you decide to post a pic of Misha finally?

Oh, cool. Samandriel must have post notifications on. That's actually kinda nice.

He knows he can't mention Jody's show. If he watches it and sees what Castiel did to himself... Well, it wouldn't be a good thing. Instead, he goes for a lie, because lying is what he does best.

Castiel: Because he's looking better now, and I can only keep him a secret for so long. Plus, it's something to post on my Instagram that I never post on.

Samandriel: But now you can post Destiel selfies

Castiel: Unfortunately, I can't spend every moment of my life with Dean.

Samandriel: Until like a year from now when you get married

Castiel: Weddings take like a year to plan so you're implying we're getting engaged very soon and I can assure you that is not happening.

Samandriel: Fine in three years

Castiel: Still no.

Samandriel: Ten years?

Castiel: Eh. Maybe I guess but probably not.

Samandriel: You're still together right?

Castiel: Yes.

Samandriel: Then why are you doubting ten years?

Castiel: Idk

Samandriel: ...

Samandriel: You're weird but okay

Samandriel: I still give you five years until you're engaged btw

Castiel: Keep telling yourself that

Samandriel: I won't but Lucifer will keep telling me that when he gets home

Castiel: *facepalms*

Samandriel: It's still weird to see you use *s

Castiel: I'm text savvy now.

Samandriel: Yeah and that's weird

Castiel: Don't diss my limited knowledge of technology!

Samandriel: No promises

Samandriel: Gtg bye

Castiel: Bye!

He doesn't even question why Samandriel has to leave so suddenly. In a house like theirs, it's definitely not uncommon. There's probably some mini WWE match going on with Anna and Claire or something, and Samandriel wants front row tickets.

"Cassie!" Lucifer bounced into the bed and snatches the phone from him, slipping it in his pocket. "Jacksfilms time. I figured out how to hook my laptop up to the tv so let's watch!

"I'll pass," Castiel replies.

"Maybe this'll change your mind," he suggests. "I have two extra tickets to Sioux Falls from here in two days. Either you could go back to boring ol' New York and Dean could go back to Massachusetts, or you two could come back home with me, but only if you let me show you at least fifteen Jacksfilms videos."

He could easily get tickets for them to go to Sioux Falls himself and avoid the YouTube craze, but that would leave him with nothing to do for the rest of the night. He sighs and looks up at his brother.

"Fine. Let's watch some Jacksfilms. But only if Misha snuggles with me because I refuse to let you steal my dog all the time."

Lucifer groans in exaggerated annoyance. "Fine. We both know he likes me more anyway."

Castiel rolls his eyes and gives a sarcastic "Sure, Lucifer. Sure." Unfortunately, his brother is right, whether he knows it or not. Misha likes Lucifer as much if not more than he does Castiel. Ungrateful little mutt (in the nicest way possible.)