Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 106

Castiel closes his song notebook with a sigh. So many songs, so few he actually wants to release. Every single one is "people will think it's attacking this person" or "people will think I'm saying this." Everyone seems to love a good conspiracy theory, and he just doesn't know how to avoid stirring things up like that.

Because he's home alone and has no one to talk to — Dean's at Bobby's for some unknown reason, giving Castiel some time to set up his next album — he decides to consult the Twitterverse for their opinions. He asks it in a 24 hour poll, because it's easier than looking at individual responses.

"Working on choosing songs for my next album and I'm at a standstill. I have to ask, do people even want a new album?"

"Yes!"

"Not this year."

"Never again."

"KYS."

He's pleasantly surprised to see the answers start out as 100% "Yes!" but as time goes by, the percentages start changing. He decides to put his phone away for a little while and just focus on guitar instead, because what else does one do with their free time other than make music? Wow, maybe he's a bit too invested in this music thing.

~~

Four hours later, the answers are 84% yes, 2% not this year, 8% never again, and 6% kys. He's kind of surprised that he has more people telling him to stop making music than telling him to kill himself. Wow. That really says something about his reputation, doesn't it?

He decides to check out the responses, because it will probably give him just as much of an idea of what people want as the numbers will. The responses are in the typical most-popular-first order, which helps out a bit.

First is Lucifer, who said, "YES YOU HAVE TO WHY ARE YOU EVEN ASKING?!"

The rest are typical no names.

"We definitely want you to, but if you need a year off, who are we to stop you?"

"You already mentioned it now you gotta release it."

"IGNORE THE HATERS. WE WANT MORE!"

"The fact that anyone would choose 'kys' disgusts me."

Castiel likes the tweet, because really, it should be raising some red flags here.

"Can you give us something to hold us over till your next single?"

Castiel's head tilts involuntarily in confusion, and he quickly types out a reply, something he still rarely does.

"But, like, the singles are to hold you over until the next album?"

Scrolling through the next responses, he finally finds the hate comment he knew was coming.

"Love how he put kys because he knows that's what people really want."

Great. Because that's the type of tweet he really misses. Not.

He goes back to check for a response to his response to the response to his poll (and yes, it did have to be written out that way because why not?) and isn't surprised to see he already has one. Well, two, technically, if he's only counting the ones by that person.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT CASTIEL FUCKING NOVAK REPLIED TO MY TWEET WHAT IS LIFE?!"

"*clears throat* Erm, I mean, could u give us a sample of what to expect? Like a vid of u singing something?"

Castiel replies to the first tweet with a simple, "XD." To the second, he says, "No promises, but since you mention it, maybe I will."

It doesn't take long for the response of, "Awesome! Please please please do it!" Because he's bored, he decides to check that person's account to see if they said anything about Castiel's response that they didn't say to him. And, of course, they did.

"OH MY GOD CASTIEL NOVAK NOTICED ME I CANT EVEN BELIEVE IT WHAT IS THIS?! THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!"

Castiel chuckles. It's nice to see that he's making someone's day, even if he does seem to be the bane of most people's existence.

~~

"Still song hunting?" Dean guesses that night.

"Mm," Castiel confirms, not looking up from his notebook.

"Okay, you gotta tell me why this is so hard," Dean says, sitting down on the floor next to him. "I mean, it's not that I don't believe it; I just don't understand it."

"I know," Castiel replies simply.

"So, are you going to explain, or...?"

"Mm," Castiel replies absentmindedly, an 'I don't know' of sorts.

"Cas, pay attention to me! I'm bored!" Dean whines.

"You sound like Lucifer," Castiel mutters. He closes his notebook and slides it across the room, over with his guitar. "Alright, I'll give you attention. What's up?"

"I don't know. I'm just bored," he replies. "Let's do something."

"It's ten o'clock at night. What is there to do at ten o'clock at night?"

Dean shrugs. "No clue. Right now, I'm fine doing anything."

"Then can you go to sleep and I'll keep looking at music."

Dean sighs. "C'mon." He stands up, then pulls Castiel to his feet next to him. He playfully pushes his boyfriend on the bed, then lies down with him. "Isn't this better than looking at music?"

"No, because if I don't pick some songs, I'll just be stressing out until I actually do pick some."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Stop working so hard, Cas. I want my snuggle buddy."

Castiel chuckles. "Okay, I'll stop working for the night. How about that?"

Dean grins. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

He wraps his arms around Castiel, holding him close. Castiel lets out a long breath and closes his eyes. It may have taken almost 22 years, but he's finally living the life he's always wanted.

Until he wakes up in the morning and has to suffer through another day, but he'll just savor this moment of bliss for now and pretend life is good.