Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 107

A/N Lowkey just had an existential crisis trying to spell "convenience." I think I rely on autocorrect too much.

Lucifer: CASSIEEEEEEE IM BORED

Lucifer: Come overrr

Lucifer: And bring your dog

Lucifer: Your puppy

Lucifer: Your doggy

Lucifer: Your pupper

Lucifer: Your doggo

Lucifer: I know you've read these messages why aren you responding???

Castiel: I was wondering how many ways you knew how to say dog.

Lucifer: A lot. MISHAAAAAAAAA

Castiel: Okay I'll bring you a Misha but I'm also bringing a Dean.

Lucifer: Small price to pay for meh perfect little doge

Castiel: God, how many ways do you even know to say dog?

Lucifer: ...

Seeing that Lucifer isn't going to say anything else, Castiel slides his phone in his pocket and starts the hunt for Dean, whom he eventually finds in the kitchen, eating a piece of pie.

"I'm taking Misha over to my house," Castiel tells him. They still consider the Novak house Castiel's, just for the sake of convenience.

"Is this an open invitation?" Dean asks.

"Have I ever told you that you can't come somewhere with me?"

"Well, there was... um... I actually can't think of a single time you've done that," Dean tells him. "So I'm gonna assume this is an open invitation, but you gotta walk the dog, cuz I'm not doing it."

Castiel chuckles. "I wasn't going to let you walk him, so that works out fine."

The second Castiel picks up the leash, Misha runs over to him, tail wagging with enough force that it could probably generate enough electricity to power the house for a week. Castiel stands in front of the sh for s few moments, unmoving, until Misha calms down for just long enough for Castiel to clip the leash on. He grabs a poop bag just in case, and thus, the long and dangerous ten-minute walk to the Nocak house begins.

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"Where's Lucifer?" Castiel asks, interrupting Michael and Samandriel's conversation.

"Editing something," Michael replies.

"Lucifer!" Samandriel yells. "Castiel's here!"

Lucifer runs out into the kitchen with his camera. "My doggy!" He sets the camera down on the counter knee slides across the floor, landing right next to the dog. He unclips the leash, then pets the dog until he curls up on the floor and rests his head in Lucifer's lap.

"I hope you got that knee slide on video," Dean tells him.

"Eh, no clue. I didn't feel like aiming the camera."

"Well, Misha is always first priority," Castiel agrees. "And, apparently, you're his first priority. It's not like I saved his life or anything."

"But you're not bitter about that," Dean adds sarcastically.

"No, not at all."

"Ooh, hey!" Lucifer says excitedly. "I decided I'm gonna start vlogging, since everyone keeps telling me to. But, like, not daily because I don't do enough with my life for that."

"It'd just be three hours of video of you putting Misha and a bad pun everyday," Samandriel jokes.

"Yeah, but, like, Misha," Lucifer replies. "No, kidding, I'm not gonna put people through that. Hey, someone give me my camera." He gestures vaguely to where it's sitting on the counter.

Dean picks it up. "Catch!" He makes a motion to throw it, but stops just before it leaves his hands, instead simply passing it over.

"I swear to god, Dean, if you break my camera —"

"You'll be mad for like five minutes and then buy yourself another one because you're rich?" Dean finishes. "Seems legit."

"Hey, this camera is precious," Lucifer tells him. "You can't just replace a beauty like this."

"Okay, but, like, you have a lot of money," Dean reminds him. "Between you and Cas, you could get a way better camera than that."

Lucifer strokes the top of his camera. "Don't listen to him. You're irreplaceable; the best camera there is."

Dean chuckles. "My god, you're weird."

"Aw, thank you!" Lucifer looks down at the camera's screen. "Oh, cool, it's been recording this whole time, so maybe it did get the knee slide!"

"I think that'd be the perfect opening to your first vlog," Dean tells him.

"I could get Cas plying an electric guitar in the background, too!" Lucifer adds. "I better have that on here, because that's going to be awesome!" He turns off his camera, setting it on the floor next to him. "I'm thinking weekly vlogs. Thoughts?"

"I approve," Castiel replies. "But good luck editing an entire week's worth of footage."

"Thank you, kind sir. I'm gonna need it."