Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 112

A/N Let's play a game of Count the Twist and Shout references!

"Hey, Cas, wake up," Dean coos, shaking his boyfriend slightly. "At this rate, you're not going to sleep at all tonight."

Castiel just groans, unmoving.

"Come on, up and at 'em," Dean reiterates.

"I don't wanna," Castiel mumbles.

"You'll thank me when your sleep schedule doesn't get screwed to hell."

"Yeah, it'll only be screwed to purgatory," Castiel jokes halfheartedly.

"Purgatory?" Dean repeats. "The one in Miami?"

Castiel chuckles at that. "Yes, Dean. The one in Miami," he says sarcastically.

"I'm very confused but I'm not going to question it," Dean tells him. "Come on, get up." When Castiel doesn't move, he adds, "We still have to pick Misha up from your place."

Castiel sighs. "Fine." Misha always comes first. He tries to push himself out of bed, but his arms hurt too much and he opts to return to lying face down on the bed instead. "On second thought, this is comfortable."

"Cas," Dean whines.

"I hurt," Castiel complains. "I don't wanna get up, or, like, move at all."

"Even for Misha?"

"Even for Misha."

Dean scoffs. "Wow, my Cas truly is gone," he jokes. "No, but for real, it'll stop hurting so much when you start moving again, and if you keep moving, you'll be fine."

"I know, but I don't wanna keep moving."

Dean sighs. "Of course not. Do you want me to go get Misha without you?"

"Mm hmm," Castiel agrees.

"Alright, I'll be back soon."

But, apparently "soon" means over half an hour. Castiel wants to be upset that he disappeared for that long when he easily could have been back in less than half the time, but he hears Misha's collar jingling and he can't help but smile to himself. His dog is such a precious little baby, even if he is the about size of a small teenager.

Misha trots into the room and over to his bed, circling around himself a few times before curling up in it. He looks over at Castiel for a few moments, then, when he sees he's not going to be pet, lets out a deep breath and closes his eyes.

"Hey Cas," Dean says, and he can practically hear the playful smirk on his face. "How are you?"

"I feel like death," Castiel deadpans.

"I think you need a hug to make you feel better," Dean tells him teasingly.

"I don't think I'm physically capable of standing up."

"Drama queen," Dean jokes.

"Um, excuse you, I'm the queen of everything, not just drama," Castiel replies indignantly.

Dean laughs. "That was perfect, oh my god."

"Were you recording that?" Castiel asks, but he can already guess the answer.

"Maybe..." Dean replies in a way that definitely means he was.

"Are you posting it?" Castiel asks. They haven't let the public see very much of their relationship, but it's not as if they specifically decided against it, and occasionally a few of the numerous photos they've taken together and of each other do end up getting posted online by one or both of them.