Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 193

"Well, stop rebelling and try to get the instrument over there," Gabriel insists.

"Actually, something happens if you cover all the instruments, and I forget what it is but I feel like you get wet," Dean says. "Okay, now I'm curious about what happens, but I also really don't want to get wet. Final decision: Cas, hit the button."

"No," Castiel says defiantly.

"Why are you being a rebel?" Dean whines, but he doesn't care as much as he pretends he does.

Castiel walks up to him, standing jut inches from him. Dean turns to face him out of instinct, and their faces are only inches apart as Castiel says quietly, "I rebelled, and I did it — all of it — for you." He takes a step back and adds in a normal tone, "So you don't get wet because that's annoying."

Dean chuckles. "You're such a dork."

"I know!"

The line moves again, and they just barely miss the cut off for entering the next room. Instead, they're stuck waiting outside, next to a couple more gravestones. While everyone else chats amongst themselves, Castiel reads the epitaphs. He's not looking at the faces on the graves, which makes it even more disconcerting when he swears he sees one of their faces move.

"Dean." Castiel taps him on the shoulder to get his attention, not taking his gaze off the statue.

"You look like you just saw a ghost," Dean remarks. "What's up?"

"Do the graves here move?" he asks. Dean and Lucifer really seem to have done their research on this place, and he would at least like some confirmation that he's not insane.

"What? No, of course not," Dean replies as if it's obvious. "They're just slabs of plastic or whatever. Why?"

"No reason."

Castiel keeps watching the statue, and again, it moves. This time, it's not the face that changes but the eyes. Castiel taps Dean again, more insistently this time.

"Dean, it moved," Castiel whispers. "It actually moved."

Dean scoffs. "Don't be ridiculous, Cas. It can't move. It's fake. Just a gravestone."

"No, watch it!" Castiel insists.

Dean does as he's told, and once again, the face moves. Castiel looks over at Dean to make sure he was still watching, but while he is, he didn't seem phased by it at all.

"Did you see that?" Castiel asks.

"See what?"

He points at it. "That!"

Dean turns to face his boyfriend, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Cas, it's not moving. It can't move. It's physically impossible."

"But it did," Castiel insists, but he's less sure now. Maybe he's just seeing things. Or maybe this "haunted" mansion actually is haunted. Maybe they only built it here because it's haunted, and they needed to explain the supernatural phenomena, and it's easiest to do that by pretending it was manmade.

"Nah, kidding," Dean says. "It moves. See? Look at the face. It's different than the other few. You can see that they built it so it moves."

Castiel glares at him, pushing his arms away. "Why didn't you say that in the first place?"

"Because you're cute when you're scared."

Castiel crosses his arms and mutters, "I wasn't scared."

"Sure you weren't."

The doors in front of them open, and they're herded into the mansion. Another door opens from inside there, though it seems like the wall just slides away, because it doesn't look like a door at all. The people managing the ride hurry them into the second room with puns like "Please gather in the dead center of the room," and "Drag your bodies away from the walls."