A/N Am I really posting this at 1:10 in the morning? Hells yeah I am!

Castiel stares at his phone impatiently. It's 12:02 A.M. here on the east coast, and the song was supposed to drop at midnight. It's two minutes late and counting, and all Castiel wants is for it to appear on Taylor Swift's YouTube channel so he can post the link on Twitter, post about it on Instagram, buy it on iTunes, and be done with it for a little while. He'll check out the responses later, but for now, he just wants the word out that he did a thing and people should care.

And finally, the notification! Castiel immediately taps it, barely glancing at the title before he shares it to Twitter with the caption, "Lyric Video for 'I Lost Him' with @taylorswift13 out now!" (Idk I needed a name) He posts a promo picture he and Taylor Swift had taken just for this to post that the song is out, captioning it the same thing on his normal Instagram, and then on his fun ex-fan-account, he posts a screenshot of the tweet with the words, "I did a thing."

He doesn't bother checking out the responses yet, just buying the song on iTunes and then putting his phone on his bedside table to charge. He heads downstairs to his award-filled writing room, grabbing his notebook and a pencil and taking a seat on the floor.

He like sitting here because he can look out the large picture window, so he'll know when it's suddenly five o'clock in the morning and he hasn't slept at all. The nice thing about living alone is that there's no one to regulate his sleep schedule, so he gets to watch the sunrise every day before he goes to bed.

The problem with this constant "let's write a song" mindset is that he doesn't always have an idea for a song, and now is a prime example of that. He writes so many about the same things — Dean, his ex flame Crowley, that sort of thing — that it's getting kind of boring. He wants to do something new, but he's not quite sure what.

So, instead of being productive, he goes on Instagram and looks for new fan accounts to follow. He starts with @StanningMishaCollinsSince2k17, or, as their profile says, Olivia. He follows her first, then stalks her profile from most recent to oldest.

Apparently, she's not online at the moment, because not only is there nothing about his new song, but there's nothing posted in the last five hours. The most recent post is a video of him at the Jingle Ball show in late 2017, when he performed for the first time ever. James Cordon, the Carpool Karaoke guy, had been crashing all the artists' dressing rooms before the show, acting as the new general manager of the event, and Castiel's room wasn't excluded.

Castiel has been sitting on the couch in the dressing room, strumming a guitar mindlessly to try to calm his nerves. Up, down, up-down-up-down. It's a very familiar pattern to him, because he's started doing that when he's nervous.

It would seem that James Cordon had just burst into his room without much warning, though in reality, Castiel had been told it would happen, already met him earlier, and been given the heads up again just before he came inside. Faced with the choice of greeting another somewhat big name celebrity and likely looking like an idiot on camera or to continue playing guitar and just talking from where he was, he chose the latter.

"Um... hi?" Castiel said uncertainly, because he had to pretend he didn't know what was happening.

"Hey, Castiel." James had just sat down on the couch without prompting, and there was barely room for just the two of them, never mind them and a guitar. Castiel had tried to put his guitar on the floor leaning against the end of the couch, but James stopped him with a, "No, no, it's fine," because he, and anyone watching, knew there was no room for guitar, and that's apparently his idea of humor.

"Okay?" Castiel slid as close to the arm of the couch as possible, putting as much distance between himself and James as he could. He made sure to exaggerate the movement for a somewhat comedic quality.

"James Cordon, manager," he introduced himself, as if Castiel wasn't aware of the joke where he stole the manager's job.

"Shouldn't you be out... managing?" Castiel asked.

"I am managing!" James had said indignantly. "I'm managing the big acts of the night!"

"Really? Where's the big act of the night?" Castiel exaggerated looking around, and though he played it off as a joke, he definitely didn't feel like a big act. He was a three-hit wonder with just one album out, whose name no one had heard of a year earlier.

James had just said, "I think they're next door."

Castiel chuckled awkwardly, not entirely sure what to say to that. He was vaguely aware that he had started playing his guitar a bit faster at being put on the spot like that, so he consciously slowed his pace a little.

"But 'til I find them," James added, "Might as well stay here. How are you doing?"

"Pretty good," Castiel lied. "I'm a bit nervous." That was a big understatement, but he knew what it was leading towards. He had been given some sort of guidelines for how this would go, but no script, because he was supposed to add his own personality to it. It wasn't live, so they could refilm it if it sucked.

"What? Why?" James asked.

"I've, uh, I've never really performed in front of, um, this many people before," Castiel told him, his typical awkward self coming through with the "um"s and "uh"s. He had performed once on Jody's show a few months ago, others was maybe a tenth the number of people here now, and he was so nervous.

"Really?" James said as if he didn't plan for this. "Then this is pretty special. In fact..."

He just walked out of the room, leaving Castiel "alone," though the camera was still there. He looked into the lens and mouthed, "What is happening?" He already knew, but he was playing ignorant.

James walked back in the room with a giant cake, a pile of plates, and a bunch of forks, all sitting on a cart. He stopped it in front of Castiel, who burst laughing. He knew he was getting a cake, but this was better than he imagined. It was huge, for one, and the frosting was rainbow colored, because he's the gay icon. On the cake, it said, "Congrats on the first big performance! Hopefully you don't screw up enough that it's your last!"

"You like it?" James asked.

"Um..." Castiel just looked at it again for a moment as the camera man got a decent shot of it, waiting until the camera was back on him before he said, "Yeah, it's, uh... It's very inspiring. I really feel my, uh, my confidence, um, skyrocketing, you know, with this, um, this beautiful message of, um, of hope and encouragement."

"I knew you'd like it," James said. "Designed it myself."

"Well, you did a great job," Castiel told him.

"Well, since I'm here, can I have a piece?" James asked, already getting ready to take one.

"What? No!" Castiel replied without hesitation. "It's my inspirational cake. I'm gonna eat it all."

"But —"

"In the words of my favorite character in any movie," Castiel added, then said in his best Finding Nemo seagull voice, "Mine!"

"But —"

Castiel looked at the camera man as he added, "You can have a piece if you want to."

James scoffed. "Wow, Thanks, Castiel. I thought we were friends." He pouted and walked out of the room.

Castiel just watched him leave. After a few seconds, he picked up a fork and ate a small section of the corner of his cake without actually cutting off a piece. He smiled to himself. "I can taste the homosexuality."

The video ends there, but Castiel remembers James coming back off camera for a few minutes, and yes, he did get a piece of cake.

The show had gone fine, though people definitely seemed to pick up on his nerves, because he saw a few posts about it on Twitter the next day. After it ended, Castiel had met a few fans from the audience, and people he deemed actual fans and not just people who wanted to meet a celebrity he invited to hang out for a little while and eat cake with him in his dressing room.

They ended up eating most of it, though Castiel did bring a bit back to his hotel room that night, and he shared that with Chuck and Lucifer, who had both come with him, but not to the show itself. Lucifer was thrilled with the remains of the rainbow cake, to say the least.

The caption on the video says, "'I can taste the homosexuality.'"

Castiel chuckles to himself. It was just something random that came to mind, and he just spat it out without really thinking about it, and he was kicking himself for it for a while that night. Thankfully, it seems people thought it was pretty funny and not just plain stupid.

As Castiel scrolls to the next post, he finds another video from years ago. It seems like this account it going to be a blast from the past.

A/N 2 I apparently have great timing because Taylor Swift just released a music video for her song "End Game" with Ed Sheeran and Future so you should watch that because it's lit. Actually idk I've only seen the trailer so far because it comes out in six hours but by the time I publish this is will have come out.

A/N 3 OH MY CHUCK THAT VIDEO WAS ADORABLE SWEERAN IS THE CUTEST THING EVER ED AND TAYLOR CAN NEVER CHANGE SKFJDKSDHSKDH

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