Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 10

"Dammit, Castiel!" Jim practically yells, pushing past him and into the room.

"Well, come on in," Castiel mutters sarcastically, closing the door behind him.

"What the hell was that?" Jim demands.

"What was what?" Castiel asks, feigning innocence.

"You know what."

"The ropes course?" Castiel guesses.

"Yes, the ropes course! Are you insane?"

Castiel shrugs. "Yeah, little bit."

"Stop being a smart ass."

"But I like being a smart ass."

Jim groans in frustration. "What happened to you, Castiel? You used to be such a good kid."

"At least I don't do drugs," Castiel reminds him with an innocent smile.

"I'd almost rather you do drugs than this."

Castiel tilts his head in confusion, squinting his eyes. "Why?"

"Because at least then you're being an idiot in the way people would expect you to be an idiot."

"You know, I don't appreciate you calling me an idiot. That was rude and uncalled for."

"Yes, it was called for!" Jim protests. "You could have died!"

"So?"

Jim groans out of frustration again. "I thought you were past that. Okay, when you get back to New York, I'm getting you a therapist."

"Good luck making me go," Castiel replies. "I don't need a therapist."

"Then what do you need?" Jim asks. "Because you can pretty much have anything."

"Apparently not," Castiel replies. "Apparently, I can't have fun."

"Risking your life is not fun."

"Well, it was for me, so your opinion doesn't really matter."

Jim sighs, exasperated. His eyes land on something behind Castiel, and the younger boy glances back to see Dean standing there silently.

"Are you two dating again?" Jim asks.

"Yes," Castiel replies. "Is that a problem? Are you gonna tell me I can't date now, since it seems you're trying to make sure I don't have any fun?"

Exasperated, Jim doesn't bother responding to him. Instead, he looks at Dean and says, "Can you talk some sense into your boyfriend? Because he won't listen to me." Without waiting for a response, Jim leaves, slamming the door behind him.

Castiel just rolls his eyes at how dramatic he's being. "Well, that was a waste of my time."

"Definitely wasn't a waste of mine, though," Dean replies, earning a confused look from the boy. "Even after all these years of fame, fortune, and making a bazillion friends, you're still suicidal, huh?"