Chapter 113

A/N Idc about your political beliefs. Trump needs to be impeached just for the Bee Movie sequel.

Claire texts Castiel that night, asking if he'll drive the girls to school the next morning. From what he gathers, it seems to be a jealousy thing, or Anna's way of saying "You may have broken my crown, but I'm still related to Castiel Novak." He never was one for any type of revenge, but he figures it's worth it if it makes Anna feel better, so he agrees anyway.

He must sleep through the alarm he set for that morning, because instead of waking up to the familiar recording of Lucifer screaming, "Good morning Vietnam!", he hears Asia's "Heat of the Moment" blasting by his bedside.

He instantly sits up and covers his ears. It's a good song, but damn, that's loud. When he hears Dean turn it down, he risks removing his hands, and is pleasantly surprised to hear the music is off.

"'Morning," Dean says with a smirk.

"Dean," Castiel groans. "Why do you do this to me?"

"Because you gotta get up," he replies. "And because there's no Monday soundtrack; just Tuesday and Wednesday, so it's now unofficially Tuesday."

Castiel's brows draw together in confusion, then he shakes his head to himself. He's too tired to try to process this. "Right, Anna and Claire. Can you come, too? I don't want to be alone with teenage girls. It's too early for this."

Dean chuckles. "Yeah, sure. C'mon, up and at 'em, Cas."

Castiel reluctantly climbs out of bed, ignoring the throbbing pain caused by his sore muscles. He throws on the first thing he can find — an AC/DC t-shirt and jeans — and quickly brushes his teeth. There, he's good enough to go to school, at least. He's been there looking like more of a mess than he does at the moment, anyway.

He's voluntarily going back to high school. What the hell is wrong with him?

Castiel returns to the bedroom just as Dean is sliding a shirt on over his head. Dang, he missed his chance to catch a glimpse at what's underneath.

Misha trots out from the other side of the bed, running over to Castiel and leaning against him. Castiel strokes his fur, but he knows they're going to be leaving any moment now, so it won't last long.

"Are we bringing Misha?" Dean asks.

Castiel shrugs. "Might as well. We've got more than enough time to walk."

So that's what they do. They walk to the Novak house, Castiel holding the dog's leash. Misha drags the typically ten-minute walk out to nearly half an hour, but neither boy complains. It gives them the chance to talk in the quiet. Can't complain about that.

The second Castiel opens the door, he knows any hope of keeping this quiet is gone. He sighs to himself and steps inside, letting Misha off his leash before searching for his family.

He's surprised by the number of people awake at six in the morning, because surprisingly, every Novak is in the kitchen except Gabriel, who's still out in California. Michael and Samandriel seem to be arguing, though that's no surprise. Claire is eating what looks like cake, which in most households would never fly as breakfast, but the Novaks are an interesting group, so no one questions it. Lucifer's giving Anna a very enthusiastic pep talk, which she's probably pretending to listen to just to humor him.

"You gotta strut into school like you own the place. You know why? Because you do. You're the senior prom queen, and you ain't gonna let no one take that away from you, especially not this Ruby douche. You are the bomb, Anna. I mean, look at that makeup. Flawless. I think. I don't know makeup. Look at how fabulous you look in that crop top. Screw dress codes, am I right? And those shoes? Perfect for crushing the hopes and dreams of your enemies with. You're gonna walk in there looking like freaking Alexis Ren, and everyone is going to worship you."

"Who the hell is Alexis Ren?" Claire asks.

"Supermodel," Lucifer and Anna answer simultaneously.

"Wha—" Claire just looks at Lucifer for a moment before saying finally, "Okay, I get how Anna knew that, but how do you know who she is?"

He just shrugs.

"You think she's hot, don't you?" Anna guesses.

"Okay, no," Lucifer protests indignantly, "I don't think she's hot. I know it. She's got over ten million followers on Instagram who would agree with me."

"How do you know her follower count?" Anna asks, gaping at him.

"I am an encyclopedia of weirdness," Lucifer replies.

Anna looks amused, but Claire just rolls her eyes.

"Anyways," Lucifer continues, grinning at his sister, "You're going to strut into school like Alexis Ren and you're gonna wow everyone with your confidence and everyone will want to talk to you and you can form a whole new and better click than the asshats you used to call friends."

"Yeah," Anna replies with a small, somewhat sad smile. "Alright, I'm gonna go pack up, and then —"

"You're gonna channel your inner Alexus Ren and make everyone even more jealous of you than they already are," Lucifer finishes. "Agreed." He holds up a hand, which Anna high fives. "Now go pack up, and run free, child! Run free!"

Anna laughs and walks back to her bedroom, presumably because that's where her backpack is.

"Alright, question time," Castiel announces when his sister is out of earshot. "What's up with Cain?"

"Doesn't matter," Claire replies. "I was just trying to get him out of the house."

"So he didn't cause his ex to kill herself?" Castiel surmises.

Claire hesitates, then says cautiously, "Look, there's a lot going on with Cain that you guys don't know. It's not my place to explain. If Anna wants to, that's her deal, but leave me out of it."

Castiel raises an eyebrow. So, clearly, the answer to his question would be yes. Now he's just wondering what the full story is. He'll have to get it eventually, right? Hopefully? Maybe?

Oh, who is he kidding? Anna wouldn't confide in him. His only chance is to hear it through Claire, or hope someone tells Lucifer who can tell him, too.

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