A/N I'm updating twice, so make sure you read last chapter

It's not very long after calling out the article about Dean that he gets a response from both people he mentioned in the tweet.

Lucifer replies almost immediately with, "Who tf is hating on Deano? I've known the guy for years, and can confirm that Castiel is in good hands with him. If that ever changes... Well, I'll be sure to have an alibi."

Castiel chuckles. Oh, Lucifer. What would they do without him? He doesn't hesitate to give the tweet a like, then retweets it to ensure that the point is made.

It's almost immediately that Lucifer replies to his own response with, "It occurs to me that my only public interaction with him is when I made him the half dead prisoner in a vid but I swear that was nothing personal.

Castiel can't help but laugh. That's actually true, now that he's thinking about it. Wow. He needs to get Dean and Lucifer out in public together more.

Dean replies to the initial tweet shortly after with, "Pretty cool? Wow, thanks for the enthusiasm."

Castiel can read the sarcasm in it, and he has to hope everyone else can, too. He tweets back, "Okay, how about: 'Dean's the most awesome person I've ever met in the history of ever!"

There's about a minutes' pause before, "Alright, carry on."

Just to be a dork, Castiel replies, "(My wayward son.)" It's going to be weird for people who have never heard the song before, but that's okay. Dean will understand, and that's all that matters.

He gets a response shortly after saying, "There'll be peace when you are done."

Castiel smiles to himself. How much of the song is Dean willing to "sing"? Well, he'll find out soon enough.

"Lay your weary head to rest..."

"Don't you cry no more."

Castiel is about to start with, "Once I rose above the noise and confusion," but he stops himself. He's missing a very vital part of the song.

"Drum drum, drum drum, D R U M !"

Dean tweets back, "Awesome ~50 second guitar solo."

Castiel can't help but wonder how the hell he knows how long the guitar solo is. Only Dean would know that off the top of his head.

"Once I rose above the noise and confusion..."

"... Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion!"

"I was soarin' ever higherrrr!"

"But I flew too high..."

"Masquerading as a man with a reason."

There's a bit of a pause after that, longer than the previous ones, and just as Castiel decides he's not going to get a response, he does.

"You just completely skipped a verse. I hope you know that."

Wait, he did? He exits out of Twitter and opens the music app instead, starting up Carry On My Wayward Son. While it's open, he checks the length of the guitar solo, and sure enough, it's just over 50 seconds. Wow, talk about a know it all.

Apparently, he did skip a verse, proving that he has to brush up on his classic rock. Being a pop artist is problematic when you're not really a pop fan. He ends up listening to pop to stay up to date, and he obviously wants to know his friends' songs, especially when it comes up in interviews. It doesn't leave much time to listen to all his old favorites.

He switches to Twitter again and tweets his boyfriend back with, "Whatever. It was never my favorite. If it had been Bon Jovi, that would be a different story." He's proud to say he still knows every word to every song by Bon Jovi by heart.

Dean tweets very soon after, "Carry On My Wayward Son was the first song I ever heard you sing, so I'm gonna have to call your bluff on that one."

Castiel cocks his head in confusion. Was that really the first thing Dean heard him sing? Castiel can't remember ever singing it when Dean was around, so he definitely can't imagine that was the first thing.

"Wouldn't that have been Perdition on the radio though?" He doesn't think he ever sang anything with Dean nearby until after he had launched his career as a budding singer-songwriter, so his first single should have been the first thing Dean heard.

"Wow, Cas. And here I thought our time in the band room really meant something to you."

Castiel facepalms. Wow, he's an idiot. He definitely wouldn't remember the exact song, but of course Dean had heard him sing. The first time Dean — or anyone at school, really — had said anything nice to him was when Dean walked in on him playing guitar in the band room near the beginning of sophomore year.

"Heh, yeah... Forgot about that... On a completely random note, aren't you supposed to be food shopping?"

So yes, he randomly changed the subject, but in his defense... Actually, he doesn't really have a reason. He just feels kind of bad, forgetting about the experiences that really shaped their relationship. The band room was his safe haven for the longest time. How could he forget that?

Dean tweets him back, "'Food shopping.'" Castiel can practically hear him face palm. He follows it up quickly with another tweet, "And yeah, I was about to text you but I saw you tweeted and I got distracted."

Castiel chuckles. Aw, he's adorable.

"You have my notifications on? That's so sweet!" He adds the emoji of the yellow face sticking out its tongue with the sideways triangles for eyes, because he likes emojis and doesn't use them enough.

"Well of course. Don't want to miss any of this quality entertainment. But if you keep using these stupid faces, I'm going to turn them off."

"... you mean emojis?" "Stupid faces." What quality phrasing he has there.

Dean tweets back, "More like eNOjis."

Castiel bursts out laughing at that, probably harder than he should be laughing.

"My gawd, you're a dork. I'm assuming you weren't just going to text me to make bad puns, though, so what's up?"

Castiel half expects to get a text from him, but he keeps checking for a tweet anyway. It's a good thing, too, because his response does come in the form of a tweet, not a message.

"The only person who would stop what they're doing to text someone a pun is Lucifer. I was actually going to ask if you want to make cookies."

Castiel chuckles to himself. His own fans wouldn't bat an eye at this, because Castiel had tweeted weirder, but for the most part, Dean presents himself as a mostly emotionally detached, serious person who's very interested in his job and not much else. The fact that he's tweeting about making cookies is pretty out of character, and diehard New England Patriot fans are probably going to have a good laugh when they see this.

Castiel replies with, "Sure, but only with the Nestle chips recipe because that's the type my dad and Michael always make and I refuse to try something new."

It occurs to him after he sends his response how wrong the present tense verb sounds. Yes, it's the type Michael makes, but his dad isn't going to be making him cookies anymore.

Realizing he hasn't been home in months, Castiel quickly adds, "And we need all the cold stuff because anything in my fridge is probably gross." He should probably go through his food supply and get rid of everything that has gone bad. Stupid expiration dates.

Dean tweets back, "Awesome. Give me, like, twenty minutes."

That's a generous guess. It will probably take half that just to find the chocolate chips so he knows what he's looking for in the first place. Castiel doesn't expect Dean home for at least another forty minutes, probably longer. Traffic at this hour is horrible, especially in a big city like New York.

Castiel doesn't mention it, though. He'll give Dean some false hope. Instead, he just goes along with it.

"Cool, see you then."