Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 200

"It was the heat of the moment!"

Dean groans and sits up reluctantly. "And a big ol' fuck you to you too."

Sam just laughs. "Payback's a bitch."

"What time is it?" Castiel mutters.

"Almost seven," Gabriel replies. "But you still gotta get up because we have plans. I don't know what those plans are, but they're plans."

"We're going to eat breakfast at Magic Kingdom," Dean explains. "And we're gonna meet Winnie the Pooh and... other characters from Winnie the Pooh..."

"I'm gonna pass," Castiel mumbles, rolling over and burying his head in his pillow.

"What? No, you can't!" Dean protests. "It's food! And fluffy people!"

Castiel laughs, which is more a forceful exhale than a real laugh. "But I don't feel good. Too much junk food."

Dean lies down next to his boyfriend. "Cas, you're in Disney. You gotta do Disney stuff. Even if you just come to breakfast with us and don't eat anything and you go back right after. But you can't ditch."

"But I wanna ditch," Castiel whines.

"Well, we don't always get what we want, now, do we?"

~~

They must have missed the boat to the Contemporary, where they'll walk over to Magic Kingdom, which means they have to wait for up to twenty minutes for it to come back. Fortunately for Castiel, he brought the letter from the fan that he meant to read yesterday, so that should provide a little entertainment.

He pulls it out of the envelope and carefully unfolds it. It's hand written in neat, blocky lettering.

"Dear Castiel,

"I don't know if you'll read this. I don't know if you'll ever even see it. But if you do, I just want to tell you how much you and your music mean to me. I've been a big fan of yours since before Perdition hit the Billboard top 25. I was just coming to terms with my sexuality at the time, and the backlash I got from it. Seventh graders aren't very understanding, but I'm sure that's not news to you. Seeing a gay celebrity, especially one who was barely older than me, dominating the charts like that was nothing short of inspirational.

"I'm not in middle school anymore. Your validation is no longer my first priority. As of when I write this, you only know I exist because of that one extra album sale or the couple nosebleed tour tickets that disappeared, so it probably sounds weird when I say I consider you a friend, but I do. Most of your fans do. We've watched you grow up, and we've grown up, too, with you right by our sides. We've heard you talk and write about your experiences that so closely paralleled our own, and we've seen them take their toll on you like they have to us. And we've seen you fight them, time and time again, and come out on top, which just motivates us to do the same.

"I know stan twitter can get rough, and I just want you to know that that's nothing like what the real world thinks of you. It only feels like the world is against you because the loudmouths are upset that you're more successful than their favs, and a lot of your fans have taken your advice and walked away from the celebrity twitter scene, so they're not there to defend you.

"But in the real, offline world, everyone loves you. Your songs come on at school dances, and people start cheering. My school plays music in the halls between classes on Fridays, and when your songs come on, you can hear people down the hall screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs. My little sister used to dance when she was three, and the teacher would play your songs, and all the three-year-olds would get excited.