Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 162

Castiel has never liked Nashville.

There's no real reason behind it. It's just a city like any other, really. There's just something about it that he doesn't like.

But at least during his three days there, he had something to do, which is more than he can say for the present, now that he's back home in New York. Usually, he would be online, but his fans are practically rioting now. Between his longstanding fight with Bela — is this ever going to end? Please? — and his new one with Taylor Swift, his fans don't know what to think, and apparently, the best option is to lose their minds.

He wasn't expecting them to go crazy like this. All he said to Taylor Swift announcing a new song was, "Greeaaat," with an eye roll emoji. It's not like he insulted her cats or anything like that — that would probably prompt his execution real fast. But the fans on both sides are flipping out, and the tabloids are just fanning the flames with their ridiculous, intricate conspiracy theories. The worst part is that some people are actually buying into these stupid ideas, painting one or both of them as the villain in this situation.

Instead of dealing with that mess, he decides to text Lucifer for something to do.

Castiel: Quick, Sherlock or YouTube dude?

Lucifer opens the message almost instantly, and immediately begins typing it a response.

Lucifer: YOUR EACTUAKLY FONNA WATJCBKNE IF MY FAVES WHAT THJS JS AMAZING

Lucifer: *clears throat*

Lucifer: Uh, Jacksfilms is cool...

Castiel laughs. Leave it to Lucifer to get so worked up over something so simple. No one can rival that level of excitement.

Castiel: Okay ttyl.

It was a short conversation, and really can't be counted as one, and he's sure Lucifer was expecting more, but Castiel doesn't really care. He just wants to watch some tv, and YouTube works.

He checks his Roku to ensure that it's actually connected to the monitor before plopping down in bed with the remote. He finally bought one of these a year or two ago, because he can watch Netflix, YouTube, Hulu, and a billion other things on his tv screen from the comfort of his bed. It's a pain to type it out on this "keyboard," but it's doable. Now time to subject himself to this torture.

*spongebob narrator voice* six hours later:

"Alexander Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton, got yourself a problem, he can Alexander handle it!" Castiel sings along for what feel like the billionth time.

Misha just stares blankly at him.

"Aw, c'mon, Mish Mish!" Castiel coos. "Come watch Jacksfilms with me!" He pats his bed again, trying to get the dog to join him.

Misha doesn't move.

Castiel groans and flops back on the bed. "Fine, be that way. I'll just watch YIAY without you." It's not really "without" him; the dog is right next to his bed. It's just not the same as when Misha is lying next to him with his head in his owner's lap.

He's become slightly addicted to this Jacksfilms person, named, you guessed it... John. Literally. That's not a joke. But he goes by Jack, so it's all good.

Castiel decides to watch his video called "Your Grammar Sucks 100," which, it would seem, is just an hour of reading comments with horrible, horrible grammar. This is going to be fun. It sounds sarcastic, but he's genuinely enjoying this.

But he never does get to see the ending of the video, because despite enjoying it, he's tired from all this flying, and naps are fun.

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He wakes up to an hour old text from his weird as fudge brother.

Lucifer: How's the lightswitch flipping going, m'lady?

And, for the first time ever, Castiel kind of understands it. They're all references to the running gags in Jacksfilms' videos.

Castiel: It's going swell. *tips fedora*

That would imply that he didn't just fall asleep in the middle of one of the videos, but Lucifer doesn't have to know that.

Lucifer: Yasss welcome to the famsquad!

Castiel: You need famsquad merch. Represent your fandom!

Lucifer: Five months 'til Christmas (wink wink nudge nudge)

Lucifer: Ooh, gtg, Mikey's home and I wanna go bother him!

Castiel chuckles. He has a weird brother. But hey, at least he knows what to get him for Christmas this year.

Castiel has already watched a few hours worth of Jacksfilms videos, so while he could go in wasting his life doing that, he decides to do something somewhat productive. He's still not sure if he wants to go on tour this year and deal with all the stress of planning that. He could have someone else plan the whole thing out for him, but he doesn't think it's fair to take credit for someone else's work, because his fans always assume he does absolutely every good thing in his career, but isn't responsible for anything that goes wrong.

Logically, the smart thing to do would be decide now and start working on planning his tour if he decides to do it, but at the same time, that's a lot of work. Namely, he would have to do stuff, and he just wants to be lazy.

So, instead of doing something actually productive, he decides to be productive in the not-very-productive sense. He pulls out his guitar, not bothering to tune it because it should be somewhat tuned already anyway. He puts his phone's music on shuffle, and the first song to come up is Bon Jovi's "Blaze of Glory," so he searches up the guitar chords for that.

So what if this won't help him in any way, shape, or form? He's honing his guitar skills and increasing his fandom presence at the same time, and is there anything more important?

A/N There's a giant snowstorm going on (a bomb cyclone or something) and I'm lowkey afraid of losing power but at least we didn't have school today and don't have school tomorrow. Snow days for the win!