Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 199

"Wait, hold up. Dean Winchester just posted on his Instagram story."

Castiel grabs Charlie's arm lightly, stopping her. He has a feeling that he could make these two teenage girl's day, but he'd like to make sure before he does.

"I can't believe you have Dean Winchester's post notifications on," the second girl says with a laugh. "You don't even like sports."

"Sometimes he posts about Castiel!" the first girl says defensively. "If you can't handle me at my biggest obsessions, you don't deserve me at my best." He shows her friend her cellphone. "So it's not Castiel, but Lucifer's at Hollywood Studios, too! C'mon, I'm pretty sure that's the street with the Tower of Terror and Rockin' Rollercoaster. I wanna see if Castiel's there, because I'll be damned if I'm going to be in Disney World at the same time as Castiel freaking Novak, the number one queen, and not at least catch a glimpse of him."

"You could try turning around," Castiel says loudly.

They both glance over at him, and fangirl numero uno has to do a double take when she sees him.

"Holy shit," she whispers. "Jesus fucking Christ, you're —" She stares at him, unable to form a complete thought.

"No, I'm Castiel," he jokes.

"You're — oh my god," she breathes. "You're actually standing there. Castiel Novak is actually standing right in front of me. I've literally been dreaming of this moment for years and it's actually happening and —"

"Breathe, Katy," her friend says. "You're going to scare him away."

Katy takes a deep breath, calming her down. "Right, right, sorry, I'm just —"

"She's a little bit a fan," her friend says with an amused smile. "Not sure if you picked up on that."

"Oh, no, never," Castiel jokes.

Katy blushes. "Ooh, I, uh —" She pulls an envelope out of her purse. "So, that's for you because I was really hoping I'd see you at some point this week and I knew it was wishful thinking but I wanted to be prepared if I did and I know I'm a bit of a mess but I swear I kinda have my life together when I write I'm just bad at social interaction —"

"You're ranting," her friend interrupts.

"Oh, right, sorry." Katy hands Castiel an envelope. "But, uh, that's for you. You can read it later — or not, 'cause I'm sure you're really busy and probably don't have time to —"

"I'll read it," Castiel assures her. "I've got a lot of travel time." He tucks it in his back pocket to read later.

"And I've got all your albums in my car 'cause I don't have a radio anywhere else which is why I've got my phone, and since we drove down here, I've got the albums with me, and when I found out you were going to be here, I grabbed all the album booklets and I was hoping you'd sign them all —"

"Katy, relax," her friend says.

Castiel fights back a laugh. "I'll sign 'em for you."

She hands him the lyrics booklets from all six of his albums, and he switches between the black marker on booklets with a lighter background and his metallic silver marker for booklets with a darker background.