Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 184

Castiel orders a new phone the next day, but until it comes, he's stuck checking social media on the computer. He checks Twitter, ignoring the search bar entirely in favor of just looking at his feed. The first tweet to show up is from Lucifer with the link to one of his videos. "PSA on the #CastielIsOverParty."

Curious, he opens the video and turns the volume on his computer up so he can hear. It's not high quality, just Lucifer sitting in his bedroom, talking to the camera.

"Hey, guys, it's me, Satan. I don't know if you're aware, but last night, a lot of people were saying that my brother Castiel is 'over,' and that I started it. In the words of Luke Skywalker..."

The video cuts out to show Luke Skywalker on the planet Crait in The Last Jedi saying, "Amazing. Every word you just said was wrong."

It switches back to Lucifer, who says, "First of all, a legend like Castiel doesn't just end overnight. He's not over until he decides he's over. If you don't like him, fine, but if you find joy in telling people how much you hate them online, something tells me Castiel isn't going to care that you don't like him. In fact, he's probably pretty happy about that.

"I didn't start the hashtag. I deleted the video, but all I said was that you need to stop complaining that Castiel isn't in any of my videos. He lives halfway across the country. He's busy getting ready for tour and keeping you guys entertained on social media while you wait. And stop whining about ticket prices, because I talked to him about it when he started selling them, and he's not making any more money from his shows than he did last year, which just means that it's going to be a very high-tech show and you're gonna love it.

"I think I had other stuff to talk about, too..." Lucifer pauses, thinking. "Oh! So I know there are pictures floating around the interwebs, and I know people are worried about him and all that, but please, for the love of rainbows, stop posting them everywhere! I'm getting really sick of people invading his privacy like that. Castiel is fine. Someone went by his house and saw that he shoveled the snow out from around the fire hydrant because he's a responsible citizen who puts safety first, and you should all be like him. So, if it just snowed and you live near a fire hydrant, go clear it out and help people out. Lucifer, out." He gives a mock salute, and the video ends.

What pictures?

Castiel returns to Twitter, and, after a moment of hesitation, searches for tweets with his name. Sure enough, the first one that comes up has two pictures attached, as well as the words, "@ everyone involved with the #CastielIsOverParty, fuck you. If Castiel killed himself over it, you all have blood on your hands."

He can already tell that this isn't good. He reluctantly looks at the pictures. The first one is him sitting on the floor, his guitar in his lap and a pencil between his teeth. His eyes are red from crying, though he isn't crying anymore. In front of him is his song notebook, which he's been writing in. He knows it's from last night, which begs the question of how did someone get a picture of him in his own house?

Through the window. Dammit!

His eyes scan the rest of the picture for minor details. He knows his fans will pick up on anything there, and he wants to at least know what he got himself into with this.

His smashed phone is still lying on the floor, and he knows people will be able to figure out that it was because he was upset at the trending hashtag, but he'll never tell them that. Maybe he'll think of some different reason for it.

The only nice thing is that the picture beautifully highlights how many awards he has. It only shows a fraction of them, but it's still quite a lot, so at least the people who hate him can't see this picture without seeing how successful he is in the music industry, if not in life in general.