Strings Attached

Chapter 50

"Everyone here is boring, so you shouldn't be surprised," Michael tells her.

"I'm not boring!" Lucifer protests.

"You really, really are," Michael replies.

"Am not!"

"Are too."

"Am not!"

They continue on like this for a while, proving that Lucifer isn't the only immature one.  It doesn't take long for everyone to decide to ignore them. Charlie decides to chat with Anna, and with Adamandriel — the unofficial ship name for an unsailing ship — and Sabriel chatting, Dean and Castiel are left to chat themselves.
"I can't believe 2016 is almost over," Castiel says as if it's not currently the end of January of 2017 as the author writes this.

"I know," Dean agrees. "It's a miracle. No more killer clowns, no more Harambe, no more dabbing — I hope. 2017 is looking better and it hasn't even begun."

"Agreed," Castiel replies. He glances at the clock on the wall. "Six and a half hours 'til 2017."

"It can't come soon enough."

"Are we gonna watch the ball drop?" Samandriel asks.

"We better," Lucifer replies. "We need to know exactly when it's the new year."

"Because apparently the exact second is very, very important," Michael adds sarcastically.

"It is!" Lucifer tells him enthusiastically.

"No, it's not."

"It totally is."

"Nope."

"The most important."

"Not at all."

Castiel rolls his eyes at their childish antics, and Dean laughs.

"I'm beginning to think you're the most mature person in the room," Dean tells him.

"Probably," Castiel replies. "'Til Kevin gets here, anyway.

"Yeah, where is he?" Dean asks. "He's coming, right?"

"He should be," Castiel replies. "But so is Garth, and he's not here yet, either. I guess we just have to wait."

They show up a few minutes later, but it's such a quiet, boring entrance that there's no point of going into detail about it.

By 11:45 that night, Castiel is exhausted. He likes to keep a constant sleep schedule, and waking up at five that morning with no naps throughout the day was not his brightest idea. He attempts to hide his yawn, but he can't.

"Tired already?" Dean observes, a teasing tone in his voice.

"No, of course not," Castiel replies.

"Liar," Dean accuses him with a grin.

"Alright, maybe," Castiel admits. "Usually, I'd be fast asleep by now."

"Seriously?" Dean says in surprise. "It's not even midnight."

"I'm not a night owl," Castiel replies with a shrug.

"I can see that," Dean laughs. "Just fifteen minutes longer. Think you can survive?"

"Probably not," Castiel says. "But I'll try."

"You better," Dean replies. "You can't just not be up for the new year. It's not allowed."

"Then you better have a plan to keep me awake."

"I guess we'll just have to keep talking," Dean suggests. "Well, it's New Years Eve. What's your New Years resolution?"

"I don't have one," Castiel tells him. "I'm not in elementary school anymore. I don't do that type of thing."