Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 157

A/N I have the rest of the story roughly planned out. There are still a few in-book years, so it might take up another book depending on if there's a chapter limit, and then there's going to be a much shorter sequel.

I've literally been writing this for a year. It's so weird to think it's actually going to end one day. *wipes away a single (wo)man tear*

"You need more food," Dean whines, closing the closet door with a frustrated groan.

"If I buy more food, I'll eat more food," Castiel replies. "And then I'll get fat and then I'll lose all my fans."

"That logic makes no sense," Dean tells him, seeming genuinely lost.

"You're lucky it makes no sense to you." It means he's not held to the same standards as Castiel is. People act like being a female artist is hard, but at least they have the whole feminism, body positivity thing going for them, which is more than men can say.

"Well, can we go buy food?" Dean asks. "I'm starving and you have nothing to eat."

"Have an apple."

Dean groans. "Wow, you suck. C'mon, let's go grocery shopping."

"Then we have to deal with the groupies." He's long since learned that they aren't his fans. Some of the people he's signed autographs for in the middle of the city are probably the same people tweeting at him that he sucks. They see him there and want their five seconds of fame, and he's not oblivious to the fact that being able to honestly say they met Castiel Novak is a big deal. It really shouldn't be a big deal — he's no Jon Bon Jovi; he's just his boring self — but it is.

"Then I'm gonna go by myself," Dean tells him. "I can't survive off this rabbit food."

"M'kay, have fun," Castiel says with an exaggerated smile and a wave.

"I'll have fun when I have food."

So Dean leaves, and Castiel and Misha are alone again. Castiel takes a seat on the floor with his dog, who instantly rests his head in his lap.

"Just like old times, huh?" Castiel murmurs.

Misha just sighs in contentment.

Because there's going to be quite a while until Dean comes back, Castiel decides to pass the time on social media. He almost opens Twitter, but decides against it. He wants to see if his fans are getting sick of his Twitter wars yet, and the best way to do that is to check out his fans' accounts, and that's easiest done on Instagram.

Apparently, they aren't. There are way too many posts praising his jabs at Bela. From "karma" to "self preservation," the feedback all positive. It's nice that his fans remain loyal, but on the other hand, their mindset should be that no one deserves these cyber attacks. It's hypocritical to defend Castiel like they do while cheering on the same behavior they fight against when it's directed at someone else, even if it does come from the one they want to protect.

He chats with fans in the comment sections for a short while, mostly consisting of hardcore fangirling (and fanboying), and Castiel laughing to himself because his fans are adorable.

He does find one post of interest. There's a screenshot of an article titled, "Bad Blood Between Taylor Swift and Castiel Novak?"

Castiel sighs. Well, there Cosmopolitan goes, making ridiculous assumptions yet again. He saves the post so he'll be able to comment on it after he's looked at the article, then searches up the name. It's not hard to find, and it only takes a moment until he has it open and can begin to read it.