"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.

"This one's starting to fall apart," Castiel says with an amused smile, eyeing the last booklet in the pile — his first album, which gives him an almost nostalgic feeling.

"Yeah, I've had it since the day it came out and I flip through it a lot 'cause even though I know all the lyrics, I like the pictures."

Castiel chuckles. "I don't think I've heard that before." He's been showered with compliments, but no one has ever told him that they like looking at the pictures of him in his lyrics booklets. He's considered not putting pictures in them anymore, but he'll keep doing it for people like Katy.

"She's just really weird," Katy's friend says. "You don't even know the half of it."

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Katy says.

He had only signed his name on the first five, but on this one, he writes, "Weird is great. Embrace it." He draws a heart next to that, then signs his name beneath it.

"Thank you!" Katy squeaks.

They take a picture together and share a hug, and just as they're leaving, another girl comes up to him. She's probably about twelve, so a bit younger than the other girls, and an older woman follows her, staying back a bit just to supervise.

"You're Castiel Novak, right?"

"That would be me." Castiel glances back at Charlie and Gilda, anxiously waiting to meet up with everyone else. Castiel waves them along. "You guys go. I'll catch up in a few minutes."

God only knows how long he'll be stuck here.

~~

"Cas, I'm stealing you," Dean announces, grabbing his arm to drag him away.

"But —"

"It's literally been two hours," he interrupts. "This isn't even a vacation at this point. Come on."

"But look." Castiel gestures to the people waiting to meet him. "It's a line. I can't just ignore the purpose of a line like this. What type of lawless human are you?"

Dean rolls his eyes. "Fine, you have ten minutes to meet all of them, and I'm blocking off the line, and that's it. You're literally becoming one of the characters, and if you're not getting paid, it ain't happening."

"Speed round?" Castiel says with a grin. "It's on."

He has a brief conversation with everyone in line before taking a picture with them, finishing with one minute to spare. He gives Dean a high five when he's finished with them all.

"You need to start wearing a black hoodie and sunglasses or something," Dean tells him. "Embody the full fugitive feeling and hide."

"Because that's not sketchy," Castiel says sarcastically. "Where are we going?"

"Hell," Dean deadpans.

Castiel raises an eyebrow. "Really? Demons and everything? Whole nine yards?"

"Depends. Does your family count as demons?"

Castiel laughs. "You know, that's normally not something people ask about their significant other's family."

"Since when are we pretending to be normal?"

~~

They meet up with their friends at the Launch Bay — a Star Wars themed building with model props in glass boxes, character meet-and-greets, and literal stormtroopers patrolling the premises. Lucifer is vlogging the whole experience, having handed the baby off to Claire.

"Hey, it's le squad!" Lucifer says with a grin. "Sup, friendos?"

"Castiel's too nice," Dean deadpans. "It makes me sad."

"You're just bitter that no one over the age of eight ever wants to meet you," Castiel says teasingly.

"You were swarmed by literal teenage girls," Dean deadpans.

Castiel shrugs. "Girls love a queen."

Dean opens his mouth, then closes it wordlessly.

"That's the spirit, Cassie!" Lucifer says excitedly. "Now come on. I wanna go meet Chewie."

"You want to what?" Castiel asks. Meet Chewie? How is that even possible?

"There's a character meeting thingy," Lucifer explains. "It's, like, a twenty minute wait or something, and then bam, everybody's favorite furry."

Charlie makes a choked noise, staring at him in disbelief. "Did — did you just ruin Chewbacca? Dude, you just ruined Chewbacca. How the hell...?"

"I choose to think I made Chewbacca better," Lucifer replies. "Now allons-y! Chewie is this-a way!"

"Actually, he's that way," Gilda says, pointing in the opposite direction as Lucifer was facing.

"I knew that," Lucifer says quickly. "Allons-y! Chewie is this-a way!"

They stand in the zig zagging cue for a few minutes, Dean and Castiel in the very front with Lucifer vlogging behind them. He seems to have decided two of them boring, because he begins recording his conversation with Charlie and Gabriel behind him instead.

The group in front of them consists of four teenage boys, probably just out of college for the year. Just their appearance gives off the thug-life vibe, though Castiel can't exactly place why. Maybe it's the pants that some of them are wearing below their butts. Why people do that, Castiel will never understand, but it's typically his sign to avoid them. The only reason they caught his eye was the baseball cap one kid is wearing, with Dean's team's logo on it.

Dean and Castiel don't talk to them, instead chatting amongst themselves and answering the Star Wars trivia on the tv screens. Dean's a lot better at it than Castiel is, but that's no surprise.

Suddenly, one of the boys asks, "Yo, are you Dean Winchester?"

Dean barely glances at them before saying, "No."

Castiel elbows him in the ribs. He's really going to flat out lie like that? Castiel won't tell them who he is, of course, but maybe it'll be enough to make Dean rethink his answer.

Dean rolls his eyes. "Yes, I'm Dean Winchester."

"Ah, hell yeah!" a different boy says. "Pay up, loser."

The first kid pulls a five dollar bill out of his pocket and hands it to him.

"What're you doing in Disney World, man?" a third boy asks. 

"It's Disney World," Dean deadpans. "What do you think I'm doing? Burying a body?"

"Woah, someone's salty," he laughs. "What's got your panties in a twist?"

Dean's head lols back in exasperation. "You are the reason I hate people. I'm going to ignore you now."

Castiel raises an eyebrow. This is going to make him look really bad if it gets out, and that will make Castiel look bad by default because not only is he dating the boy, but he stood there and watched it go down. Even so, he can't bring himself to protest. He's already decided he doesn't want to talk to them, either.

"Aw, come on," the first boy complains. "You can't just ignore us."

Dean rolls his eyes and turns away from them to face his boyfriend. "So, where were we? I was winning by what, eight questions?"

"Seven," Castiel corrects him. "Don't try to gyp me out of that one point."

"Because it makes such a difference," Dean says sarcastically.

"Who's he?" one of the boys asks.

Dean clenches his jaw but doesn't respond, instead looking at the trivia monitor just as it reveals the answer. "Ah, come on, I knew that one!"

"Isn't that Castiel Novak?" a second boy asks.

"What? No way," the first boy says, sounding completely sure of himself. "Why would the legendary Dean Winchester go on vacation with the 'Yasss' kid?"

Dean balls his hands into fists but doesn't turn around, still looking at the trivia monitor. "What the hell is this? Is this another one from the stupid Disney Star Wars tv show?"

"I guess D," Castiel says. "But I'm just as clueless as you, so don't take my word for it."

The kid who had been so sure it wasn't Castiel bursts out laughing. "Oh my god, it is him! What the hell?"

"Dude, they're dating," the boy with the Patriots hat says. "Have any of you ever left that rock you live under?"

"What?" the first boy starts laughing as well. "No way. No fucking — Hey, Dean, you're gay?"

Dean looks at his boyfriend and mouths, "Can I strangle them?"

"Not when there are witnesses," Castiel replies.

"Hey, Winchester!" One of the boys grabs his arm, and Dean instantly pulls his hand off and shoves him away.

"What makes you think this is okay?" Dean demands. "You have talk all you want, but you have no right to touch me."

"Damn!" he laughs. "What's your problem, man?"

Dean doesn't respond, turning away again. Castiel can't help but watch them, genuinely baffled as to how anyone thinks this is okay. It's nothing short of harassment. Can't they see that?

"Ooh, but Cassie's interested," a different boy says, smirking.

Castiel quickly looks away, feeling his face heat up.

"Hey, Castiel —"

Dean cuts him off. "Leave him alone or I will hurt you."

"Yeah?" he says with an amused smirk. "Whatcha gonna do?"

"Don't test me," Dean growls.

The boy steps towards them and slaps Castiel's ass. Instantly, Castiel backs away, almost crashing into Lucifer, who was completely oblivious to the whole thing. He looks over just in time to see Dean grab the boy's arm, twisting it around his back and forcing him to his knees. Dean pushes through them to get to the front of the line, where one of the cast members is politely conversing with a couple of little kids about the pros and cons of the light side.

They're close enough to him that Castiel can hear Dean say, "Hi, these kids are harassing my boyfriend. Can you deal with them, please?"

The cast member excuses himself from his conversation with the kids and follows Dean back to their group.

"What just happened?" Lucifer asks slowly, turning his camera off.

Castiel just shakes his head.

"What seems to be the problem here?" the cast member — Stephen from Yavin IV, according to his name tag — asks.

"Nothing." The boy on the ground pushes himself to his feet, stretching his arm out. "Just a little friendly banter. Nothing worse than a conversation between Han and Luke."

Dean scoffs. "Really? I didn't realize Han and Luke were okay with sexual harassment."

"Ooh, you really just went there, didn't you?" the boy says with a laugh. "You're really going to call that sexual harassment? What are you, twelve?"

"If Morgan Freeman can get in trouble for just saying something sexual, then yes, I think slapping someone's ass counts as sexual harassment," Dean snaps.

"I don't think I want to meet Chewie anymore," Castiel mutters, quickly ducking out of the line. He keeps his head down as he walk away, trying not to cause more of a scene.

Dean doesn't catch up to him until he's outside, out of sight of their families and all the interested spectators. Castiel doesn't say anything, doesn't even look over at him, but it's a bit comforting to have Dean here.

"He's having them kicked out," Dean tells his boyfriend. "Someone caught it on video, so they were able to prove it and get those assholes sent away. Want to go back now? Chewie's waiting for you."

Castiel just shakes his head. Maybe Dean shouldn't have followed him. Castiel would feel a lot better if he didn't know it was on video. It's probably going to end up online, as always.

"Aw, come on, cheer up," Dean says. "Hey, you know what's right next to us?"

Castiel looks over expectantly.

"You can meet Star-Lord and Baby Groot," Dean says with a grin.

"Who?"

Dean freezes in his tracks, gaping at him. "You've never seen Guardians of the Galaxy?"

"No?" He's heard of it, but he doesn't have the faintest idea what it's about.

"What? Okay, we seriously need to have a movie marathon," Dean tells him. "Guardians of the Galaxy is nothing short of iconic. It will go down in history as one of the best movies in Marvel history. Plus, Chris Pratt plays Star-Lord, and who doesn't want two hours of watching Chris Pratt talking to a raccoon and a little piece of wood?"

Castiel just stares at him for a moment. "Okay, I'm interested, but only because Chris Pratt's kinda cute."

Dean chuckles. "Good choice. Wanna go meet a pseudo-Chris Pratt and a little talking log?"

Castiel hesitates, then nods. "Sure, but only if the line's not too long."

They have to walk through a small museum about Walt Disney's life to get to characters, and Castiel stops his boyfriend a few times just to look at things. Walt Disney was definitely an inspiration.

The line is almost nonexistent. The cue is separated by lines on the floor, not a single actual barrier preventing them from walking straight across to the end of the line. There are two cast members in the room, a middle aged man and a younger woman, both of whom are chatting with the other families, but only one of them looks over when Dean and Castiel enter the room.

"Here to meet Star-Lord and Baby Groot?" he asks with a friendly smile on his face.

"Nah, I'm just here to meet Star Lord," Dean replies. "I couldn't care less about Groot."

The cast member chuckles. "Funny; most people say the opposite."

"Well, I'm not most people," Dean replies.

"And where are you two from?" the other cast member asks. They're close enough that Castiel can see that her name tag says Stacey, and the other cast member's name is Freddie.

Castiel answers, "South Dakota" without thinking about it. In hindsight, he realizes he probably should have said New York, because that's where he lives now, but Sioux Falls is still home.

"South Dakota," she repeats. "So, we've got Puerto Rico —" She gestures to the family in the front of the line, "England —" She gestures to the other family, "and South Dakota."

"Well, now South Dakota doesn't seem as cool," Dean says.

"Well, I'm from right here in Orlando, Florida, so you've still come farther than I did," Freddie replies.

A cast member comes out and takes the next to families back, leaving Castiel and Dean with just the other two cast members.

"And what are your names?" Stacy asks.

Dean looks over at his boyfriend, like he doesn't want to answer until Castiel does, which leaves him the choice of whether or not he wants to tell them who they really are. After the assholes in the other line, he's a bit hesitant, but he does end up giving the two their real first names.

"Castiel?" Freddie repeats. "That's a cool name. Isn't one of the big pop singers these days named Castiel, too?"

"You are Castiel Novak, right?" Stacey asks.

"Yep."

"That's awesome," she says. "My brother's obsessed with you. He's gotten all his boyfriends over the last five years or so to listen to your music. He's the number one recruiter for your empire — his words, not mine."

Castiel can't help but laugh. "Your brother is the real MVP. Tell him I say hi — ooh, actually, does he have social media?"

She nods slowly. "Yeah, Instagram and Twitter. Why?"

"Do you want to make him jealous?"

"I'm always down for making Brendon jealous," she tells him. "Something tells me you have some type of plan in mind?"

And that's the story of why Castiel tagged some stranger he has never met in a selfie on instagram. The initial plan was for it to be just him and Stacey, but she coaxed Freddie into joining as well, and while Dean opted out, he seemed amused watching them try to not only fit the three of them in a picture together, but make sure they all look good as well, because millions of people are going to see it, so he'd like to at least make sure the other two look nice.

"What should the caption be?" Castiel asks.

"It's your Instagram," she reminds him. "You think of one."

"But I'm bad at captions!" he whines.

"Cas, you literally put words together for a living," Dean reminds him. "I'm sure you can think of a caption."

The final result ends up being, "Hey, @brendonbutnoturie, look who I met today!"

"Can I call him and tell him to look?" Stacey asks.

"Only if it's on speaker," Castiel says with a grin.

So, that's what she does. He answers the phone immediately, so it must have been in his hand already, which is a nice coincidence.

The first thing they hear is Brendon yelling, "Stace, Castiel fucking Novak tagged me in a post on Instagram!"

Castiel slaps a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing. The excitement in his voice makes up for everything bad that's happened to him today.

"Have you seen the post yet?" Stacey asks.

"Well, no, because you called me the second I got the notification," Brendon replies. "Can I look now? Would you be annoyed? Actually, I don't care. Castiel's instagram always has the firsts priority." There's a pause, then he says, "God damn you, shitty WiFi. Anyway, while we wait, I told you that Castiel is at Disney World, too, right?"

"Yes, you sent a screenshot of his brother's Instagram story the second he posted it a couple days ago," Stacey reminds him.

"Oh, right. Forgot about — holy shit, you met Castiel Novak."

"No, I didn't notice," she says sarcastically.

"Was Lucifer there?" Brendon asks, his voice getting louder and faster as his excitement grows. "No, of course not, or he would've photo bombed. What about Anna? She's an icon, but she wouldn't have been in the picture. She never is. Was she there?"

"I don't know who that is," Stacey deadpans.

"His sister," Brendon says as if it's obvious. "God, Stace, try to keep up. Was Gabriel there? Gabriel's awesome. I mean, you probably already knew that 'cause I talk about him too much, but he's cute so it's okay."

"No, Gabriel was not there," Stacey says, and it's clear that she's struggling to keep an even tone.

"Dammit, I was hoping you could tell me about his mysterious boyfriend because no one knows anything about him and it's driving the fandom insane!"

"No mysterious boyfriend here," Stacey says. "Well, I mean..."

"What?" Brendon says quickly. "Was Dean there? Did you meet Dean Winchester?"

She looks between the two celebrities as if silently asking if they would object to her answering. Castiel looks at Dean, knowing it's not his place, and the older boy just shrugs.

"Yeah, Dean was there," Stacey says.

"Oh my god," he breathes. "Tell. Me. Everything."

"Well, what do you want to know?" Stacey asks.

"Everything."

Stacey rolls her eyes. "You have to be a little more specific than that. Do you want me to start talking about what he's wearing —"

Even though she was being completely sarcastic, Brendon sounds dead serious when he says, "No, I already know what he's wearing."

Dean glances at Castiel and mouths, "That's creepy." Castiel just shrugs. He's heard worse.

"What? How?" Stacey asks.

"Jeans and a flannel," Brendon replies. "Maybe a leather jacket, but you're in Florida, so I doubt that. It's the same thing he always wears."

Dean glances down at his red plaid flannel. He seems conflicted a first, like he's not sure how to feel after being called out like that, but after a pause, he seems to accept it.

"No, I mean what was he like?" Brendon continues. "Was he an asshole? Because we're — the Casdom and I — are pretty sure he's an asshole, but we haven't seen enough of him to really prove he's an asshole."

Stacey looks over at Dean, not sure how to respond, so he takes over.

"And why do you think that?" he asks.

"Oh, buddy, you don't have enough time in your day for that list," Brendon replies. "Simply put, we think he's an asshole because he's an asshole."

"Well, that's descriptive," Dean says sarcastically, bitch-facing the phone.

"No, see, you would be understand because you're not a member of the Casdom, but it's valid, I swear," Brendon says. "Because Castiel is the most precious bean to ever bean — the Casdom-approved phrase — but he's started to be less of a precious bean — but still precious in a precious way — and we as a fandom are afraid that Dean's —"

"Yeah, okay, I'm gonna cut you off right there," Dean interrupts. "I don't think we formally met. Hi, my name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy long walks on the beach and Led Zeppelin. And I have not hurt your idol."

"I can confirm that, by the way," Castiel says. "Hi. I'm the precious bean who's starting to be less of a precious bean but still precious in a precious way — which is by far the best sentence I've ever heard, by the way, so thanks for that."

Stacey doubles over laughing. "Oh my god, Brendon, you were really just about to go off about Dean Winchester to Dean Winchester!"

"Wait, are they still there?" Brendon asks. "Are you standing in a room with Castiel Novak right now?"

"Yes, and have been for the last, like, ten minutes, but thanks for noticing," Stacey replies. "Oh, and you're on speaker right now, if you didn't notice. No one else in here — other than Freddie, obviously — but someone else could walk in any second, so try to keep your freak out PG-13, will you?"

"Oh my god," he breathes. "Okay, okay, I — I actually have no idea what to say right now. Like, at all. What the..."

"You were getting so riled up, I thought you'd start by conducting a field interview to make sure I'm worthy of your precious Cas," Dean says, and Castiel isn't entirely sure if he's joking.

"I'm sorry, I — there is literally nothing I can say right now to make this not weird, is there?"

"Probably not," Dean says dismissively. "But that's fine. I'm used to it. Granted, it's usually online and not over the phone, but it's really a very similar experience."

Brendon chuckles awkwardly. "Yeah..."

"I'm not saying you have to," Castiel tells him, "but I'm kinda hoping you're going to give Dean this field interview, because I'm genuinely curious about what the check list looks like for my boyfriends."

"Really?"

"I will probably answer two percent of your questions with an actual answer," Dean warns him. "And even that's kind of pushing it. But, hey, go ahead, kid."

"I feel like this is weird, but I'm also very curious and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so I'm going to embrace it," Brendon says. "Are you a Republican or a Democrat?"

"Bold of you to assume I have a preference on how our country gets destroyed," Dean replies.

"So, Giant Meteor 2024 it is, then?" Brendon jokes.

Dean shrugs. "Probably a less painful death."

"Really, though," Brendon says. "Republican or Democrat?"

Dean hesitates, then answers haltingly, "I don't generally like to talk about my political opinions, but for the purposes of this conversation, I will go with conservative Democrat."

"As opposed to a liberal Republican?" Brendon asks jokingly.

"Nope, definitely a conservative Democrat," Dean says.

"What's the difference?" Castiel asks.

"Well, one is a conservative who favors liberals, and the other is a liberal who favors conservatives," Dean replies as if that makes any sense.

"Well, now I'm wondering, are you politically active?" Brendon asks.

Again, Dean seems hesitant to answer. "I'm politically aware enough to cast my ballot every year, but I don't consider myself an expert on the subject, which is why I keep my opinions to myself."

"So, if I were to mention, say, gun control, what would you do?" Brendon asks, seeming genuinely curious.

"I would tell you that there must be something wrong with your gun if you have to control it," Dean replies with a joking grin. "Most guns just kinda lay there, so if yours is up and about, you might want to forgo the 'controlling parent' trope and just get a different, more inanimate gun."

"You would change the subject," Brendon surmises.

"Ah, no, I didn't change the subject," Dean says. "I altered the subject. The topic of conversation remained the same. We're still talking about gun control, are we not?"

"You realize that with a fanbase like yours, your opinions could really affect a lot of people, right?" Brendon says. "I mean, you've got, what, nine million followers on twitter now? You could really make an impact —"

"No, I really couldn't, and the fact that you think I could proves you're way too optimistic for this conversation," Dean interrupts. "No one sees an article on twitter and suddenly changes their political opinions. Now, if posting about politics makes you feel like you're accomplishing something, go for it, but as a kind-of-celebrity, there are actual consequences for that.

"I don't agree with either political party, so I would be doing nothing but making enemies. Not only would that be bad for me, but it could negatively impact Cas and his career, and I'm sure you don't want that any more than I do. In fact, I'm sure you would care even more than I would. So no, I'm not going to talk about politics, and if you ask another question about politics, I will take your sister's phone and hang up on you, and you'll never get to talk to Cas."

Castiel can't help but laugh. "I genuinely cannot tell whether you're trying to come off as a good person or if you're trying to make him hate you."

"Either one works for me," Dean replies. "You know, the cool thing about having everyone hate you is that you never have to worry about letting anyone down. It leads to a very stress-free life. You should try it sometime."

"Unfortunately, my success is very much proportionate to how much people like me, so I'm gonna pass," Castiel replies, but he has to admit, that does sound rather inviting. Maybe when his career dies down — he's expecting that within the next three or so years; the hype has followed him long enough that he's sure it won't last much longer — he'll purposely turn into an asshole just long enough to get people to stop caring about him at all.

"Just for the record," Stacey says, "this is my new life motto."

"My god, I feel so influential," Dean says as though this is an amazing accomplishment.

"And you said you could never change anyone's mind," Castiel says with a laugh.

"Ah, no, I said I could never change anyone's mind on twitter," Dean corrects him. "This isn't twitter, Cas. This is a face-to-face conversation."

"Touché," Castiel replies.

"Can I just ask about the 'Cas' thing?" Brendon asks. "I thought no one could call you 'Cas.'"

Castiel chuckles. "No, that's a bit of a misunderstanding that I just never bothered correcting anyone on. I've mentioned a couple times over the years that no one calls me that, but I've never outright said no one is allowed to. If you actually find any of the interviews I said it in, I always followed it with —"

"Your ex from high school used to call you it," Brendon finishes. "I know that much. I just don't understand why... I don't know how to word this without sounding weird."

"It's too late for that," Dean tells him.

Castiel rolls his eyes at his boyfriend. "You do know that this ex from high school is Dean, right?" he asks.

Brendon scoffs. "Seriously? He's — what? No, I didn't know that! I don't think anyone knows that! I mean, I've heard theories, but I thought it was just tumblr being extra, not... what?"

Castiel chuckles. "I was pretty sure I've said that we dated in high school, but now you've got my questioning myself. Did no one ever point out that we went to the same school at the same time? I feel like that alone would raise suspicions."

"Actually, no one knows that," Brendon says. "Dean's the biggest fandom mystery. We don't even know if he has any siblings or who his parents are or anything, never mind his high school."

Castiel looks over at Dean, expecting him to answer the questions. Dean gives him a confused look, clearly not getting the nonverbal message he's sending, so Castiel gestures to the phone. That seems to do it for him, and Dean just shakes his head.

"Well, he did," Castiel says. "Breaking news, I guess?"

"Then what happened?" Brendon asks. "You said you were single so often, people were literally beginning to question your sexuality. Were you dating the entire time?"

"Not even close," Castiel replies. "He went halfway across the country for college, so it didn't last long once school started again, but it gave me the opportunity to focus on making music, and he was able to focus on school, and it worked out great for both of us."

"Oh, that — shut up, Steven!"

Stacey doubles over in laughter, apparently finding this hilarious, but Castiel is just confused.

"Sorry," Brendon says quickly. "My dog is being a brat." His voice gets much fainter as he yells, "Steven, it's just a squirrel! For god's sake, man!" He brings to phone back to his mouth as he says, "Okay, my dog is actually going to scratch a hole in the fence if I don't go stop him."

"Well, we should go, anyway," Stacey says. "I'm agree Star-Lord and Baby Groot are getting bored. Bye! Don't let Steven get the squirrel!"

"No promises," Brendon replies. Just as Stacey's hanging up, he says quickly, "Castiel, follow me on Instagram!"

Castiel chuckles. "He seems like a great guy."

"He is," Stacey replies. "His dog is better, but he's pretty okay, too. And if you think his fangirling was intense now, you do not want to meet him in person, because it only gets worse."

"I've only met him once, and I can vouch for it," Freddie adds. "I'm genuinely surprised he didn't tear you apart, Dean, because he really doesn't like you."

Dean shrugs. "Eh, I'm used to it."

They're lead into the room to meet Star-Lord and Baby Groot, and Castiel immediately goes for the latter. He's standing on a little table with a little wire in both hands to play around and just looking adorable.

"Oh my god, I love him!" Castiel squeaks. "Can I adopt him?"

"You'd have to fight Rocket for him," the man that Castiel assumes is Star-Lord says.

"Who's that?"

Dean facepalms. "Dude, you don't outright admit that you've never seen the movie to the character from the movie," he says as if it's common sense, which it kind of should be, now that he thinks about it.

"What movie?" Star-Lord asks, because he's much better at keeping the fourth wall intact than anyone on wattpad is.

Castiel glances at his boyfriend, confident that he won't have a response to that, but he doesn't hesitate to answer.

"A documentary they made on earth about you," Dean replies. "You know, we're all very grateful for you guardians of the galaxy. The least we as a human race could do was make a documentary about you."

"Really? I'm honored," Star-Lord says.

Baby Groot just says, "I am Groot!" in response.

"Oh my god, he's so precious," Castiel squeaks. "I will definitely fight this Rocket guy for him."

"You know what you should have done," Dean tells Star-Lord, "is taken a bunch of little pieces of the OG Groot and created a Baby Groot army."

"I don't think we could handle more than one Groot," Star-Lord replies. "He's quite a handful."

"Oh, I'll bet," Dean says. "Hey, sorry about Yondu."

Star-Lord frowns. "Yeah, that was tough. He saved my life, you know. I know he probably seems like a bad guy, but he really did save my life, and probably the whole galaxy. I hope this documentary you mentioned showed that."

"It did," Dean replies. "Yondu is an international hero."

"I am Groot!"

"You're a hero, too, Groot," Dean says with a laugh.

"And I'm a hero, right?" Star-Lord asks. "I mean, I've saved the galaxy more than either of them."

Dean chuckles. "Yes, Peter, you're a hero, too."

Castiel gives his boyfriend a puzzled look. Who the hell is Peter? Isn't his name Star-Lord?

Dean must notice his confusion, because he says, "His name's Peter Quill. Star-Lord's his outlaw name. I really should have made you watch these movies before we got here."

"You seem to know a lot about me," Star-Lord observes. "Those documentaries must have been really detailed."

"Yes, very," Dean replies. "All the details, down to your awesome dance skills."

Something in his tone makes Castiel think that his dance skills are not, in fact, very awesome, but Star-Lord doesn't seem to pick up on that.

"Aw, thanks, man," he says with a grin. "At least someone appreciates fine art."

Someone else walks into the room, which is their cue to wrap it up. They get a picture, and Castiel takes a selfie with Baby Groot because selfies are much more Instagram-appropriate than cast member-taken PhotoPass pictures.

As they're leaving, Castiel asks, "How could they have made multiple Baby Groots?"

"It's complicated," Dean replies. "Just more incentive to watch the movie with me."

Castiel decides to change the subject, just for a moment, and asks, "Why didn't you tell Brendon about your brothers when he asked?"

"Is Brendon the phone guy?" Dean asks.

Castiel face palms. "Yes, Dean. Brendon is the phone guy."

"Yeah, I didn't pick up on that," he says. "I just didn't mention it because I don't really want people to know Sam exists, because if they know he exists, they'll figure out who he is, and I don't want my celebrity status to ruin his life. I'm perfectly content being your fandom's biggest mystery if it means Sam and Adam can live in peace."

Castiel just nods. That's actually a good answer. If only he had thought of that before the world knew his entire family.

The exit happens to be right next to the Star Wars Launch Bay, so they head back there next. They use Dean's Disney credit card — since when did he have a Disney credit card? — to bypass the line to meet Kylo Ren. They wait at the end of a small hallway for a few moments. Castiel glances at his boyfriend, wondering if he's just as confused by the wait when there's no one there as he is.

Suddenly, Kylo steps around the corner, and Castiel can't help but jump. Dean bursts out laughing, apparently finding it hilarious that Castiel almost had a heart attack.

"No need to be afraid," Kylo says as leads them into his little meet-and-greet room, gesturing sharply for them to stand near the wall. Kylo slowly walks through it in an overly dramatic way, stopping directly in front of Castiel, uncomfortably close.

"You show the signs of light to those around you," Kylo begins, "but I can see your fate; the Dark Side calls you. Don't fight it. You can't."

"That's... concerning," Castiel replies, backing up a little bit. Kylo just closes the gap again, backing him into the wall. Castiel quickly side steps him and hides behind his boyfriend.

Dean just laughs at him. "Aw, lil Benny has a crush!"

Kylo just looks at him for a moment, then walks over to him, standing even closer than he did to Castiel. Castiel ducks out of the way to give them their moment. Dean just smirks, crossing his arms over his chest and meeting his gaze with confidence.

Finally, Kylo steps away and gestures to the camera, standing between the two boys. He does one normal picture and one with his hand outstretched in some dramatic pose, as if he's trying to force-choke the camera woman.

"Leave," Kylo says, gesturing to the exit.

"Gladly," Castiel replies, hurrying towards the door. Dean is more patient with his exit, though, so Castiel has to wait for him, and as Dean follows, so does Kylo.

Kylo Ren cuts Dean off and stands in front of Castiel again. "Go now and begin your training. When you're ready, I will finish it."

"Uh, sure?" Castiel says awkwardly.

"Hey, loser, that's my boyfriend you're talking to," Dean says. "Go hit on someone who's single. Try Tinder."

Dean gives him finger guns before ducking past him and leaving, and Castiel quickly follow him. Man, that Kylo Ren guy is intense. The movies don't do him justice.

"Dude, that was awesome," Dean says with a grin. "Come on, let's go meet Chewie — this time without talking to anyone else in line. Then we can meet BB-8, and those are all the important characters."

Castiel just nods. "Sounds fun. I'm game."

A/N Idk if you know, but there's a 200 part limit to wattpad books, which means next chapter will be the last in this book. That means I gotta make a new book to continue the story, cuz I'm sure as hell not stopping now. The only reason I'm saying this now is because I don't want to publish next chapter until I have the next book out, so you'll have to wait for me to write the next two chapters before you have anything new to read. I hope these ~6500 words make up for the potentially long gap between updates.