Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 19

Castiel wakes up to see that it's already bright outside; the sunshine seeps through the blinds of his bedroom windows, creating lines of light on the wall. How late is it right now?

Castiel rolls out of bed, not bothering to fix up his hair or straighten his AC/DC t-shirt. He debates getting dressed, then decides to stay how he is because who doesn't love sweatpants? He rubs the sleep from his eyes and walks out into the kitchen, where he sees Gabriel reading something from a notebook with apparent interest. He sighs and snatches it from the boy.

"I forgot you did that," he mutters.

"It's literally two in the afternoon," Gabriel tells him. "I didn't know how late you were gonna sleep. It's not like I could've asked you if I could read it."

"Doesn't matter," Castiel replies. "You know I would've said no."

"So?"

Castiel rolls his eyes. "I'm gonna go put this away where you can't find it."

"Why?" Gabriel whines. "It's not like your songs are top secret anymore. I hear them on the radio all the time. Millions of people know every word, and I can't even read them once?"

"I've got twelve of these," Castiel reminds him. "I don't have twelve notebooks worth of songs released. Some of these are more personal than others."

"But you text Lucifer new song lyrics all the time!" Gabriel complains.

"Because I want someone to check them over and tell me if they suck and we both know Lucifer doesn't do anything with his life so I can always count on him to be there."

"True," Gabriel agrees. "But still. I don't feel included in the process."

"That's because you're not," Castiel tells him.

"And here you see a wild Castiel in his natural habitat," Lucifer says as if narrating a nature documentary.

Castiel glances over at him, doing a double take when he realizes the boy has his phone. He cocks his head in confusion. "What are you even doing? Videoing this?"

"Live streaming," Lucifer replies. "Hey, word of advice; when you don't want someone on your phone with the fingerprint reader, either don't hang your hand off the edge of the bed or don't leave your phone in plain sight."

"It wasn't in plain sight; it was in my backpack," Castiel mutters.

"Which was right next to an outlet," Lucifer adds. "That's pretty obvious. You need to up your hiding standards."

Castiel rolls his eyes. "Yeah, sure." He yawns, covering his mouth with his free hand while holding the song notebook in the other. "Have you just been waiting since you woke up to live stream me?"

Lucifer nods. "Yeah, pretty much."

"He recited the entire Bee Movie script three times," Gabriel adds. "I swear, I'm going to have the whole thing memorized by the time I leave here."

"Let's see!" Lucifer suggests. "Say it with me. According to all known laws of aviation..."

Gabriel rolls his eyes but joins in anyway. "A bee should not be able to fly."

"It's wings are too small to lift its fat little body off the ground," Castiel joins as well. "The bee, of course, flies anyway, because bees don't care what humans think is impossible."

Without his brothers, who have reached the end of what they know, Lucifer continues, "Yellow, black, yellow, black, yellow, black, yellow black. Ooh, black and yellow."

"Let's shake it up a little," Samandriel adds, walking into the room.

"Barry, time for breakfast!" Anna calls from somewhere else in the house.

"Coming!" Lucifer calls back. "Hold on a second!"

No one speaks for a moment. Lucifer gestures to Samandriel to continue. He cocks his head in confusion — Lucifer usually does all the parts himself, so no one really knows who says what.

"Barry?" Samandriel says uncertainly; he isn't as confident about this part.

"Adam?" Lucifer replies, then continues, "is your soulmate. I don't care that he moved away for college and that you were 'just friends' for, like, four years."

Samandriel rolls his eyes but doesn't dignify that with a response.

Castiel looks at the phone Lucifer's still live streaming from. "I'm so sorry you had to listen to that."

"If anyone is still watching, they want to hear Bee Movie," Gabriel tells him. "When I said he recited Bee Movie three times, I mean he live streamed himself doing it three times, full out, from memory, imitating each character's voice. I kid you not."

Castiel just raises an eyebrow. He's given up on questioning his brother. "So, I'm just gonna take my phone back," Castiel announces. "Sorry to anyone who suffered through this thinking something fun was going to happen. It's really just Lucifer being Lucifer. Alright, bye."

Castiel snatches the phone back from his brother and ends the live stream. Lucifer pouts, but he didn't put up a fight so Castiel guesses he didn't want it that bad. Then again, Lucifer doesn't really want anything but to have a little fun, and how can you not love that about him?