Castiel decides to sit on the floor in his room next to the outlet and check his Twitter on his phone that day because why not? He scrolls through his mentions quickly, taking a look at the recent ones. He gets too many mentions to see them all, of course, but he might see about one out of thousand.

"@CastielNovak is freaking awesome"

Castiel types out a quick thank you and likes their tweet.

"Notice me @CastielNovak"

Castiel just skips this tweet. He doesn't like doing the whole "notice me" thing.

"Edit of @CastielNovak"

Attached is a couple pictures of him in a collage-like fashion that he's come to realize are called "edits." The largest picture is one where he has wings like an angel. It's actually really interesting, so he quotes the tweet with the words, "This is so cool!" before liking the tweet. He always likes the tweet after he responds, and he isn't really sure why.

"When you realize @CastielNovak is actually a raccoon." Attached is a picture from Lucifer's surprise live stream that morning — well, afternoon. He slept all morning. He can see what they're talking about; his eyes are rimmed with dark circles from his lack of sleep lately. It's one of his many insecurities, but he's always comforted himself in thinking no one really notices and that he's overreacting. Apparently, he was wrong.

Not wanting to let the tweet get to him, he decides to take a humorous approach and quotes the tweet with the words, "Secret's out. I'm part raccoon."

"@CastielNovak's HAIR IN THE MORNING IS WHAT I LIVE FOR!!!"

Castiel chuckles at the four screenshots of him from the same live stream before quoting the tweet — he almost always quotes things instead of just replying, and he isn't exactly sure why. It's just another thing he does.

"I'm glad my brother breaking into my room and stealing my phone benefitted someone, then ;)"

He scrolls through the mentions to the next tweet.

"Why do people like @CastielNovak? He's not even a good singer and his songs suck ass."

Castiel frowns. Why do people even tweet this type of stuff at him? He gets this all the time, and he just doesn't get it. What do they get out of this? They just bitch about him for kicks? Why? It's not like he usually responds, unless it's an exceptionally good roast, in which case he likes to respond with a comedic answer.

Whatever. Screw this tweet. Next!

"I can't believe people actually think @CastielNovak actually raped that girl. He's way too nice to do anything like that."

Castiel just stares blankly at this tweet for a moment. Who thinks he raped someone? And why? Google time? Probably. He quickly googles "Castiel Novak rape" and clicks on the first result.

"Singer-songwriter Castiel Novak was spotted letting a girl into his car yesterday, and many people fear it's worse than it seems."

(Insert short clip of Claire getting in his car last night here.)

"Novak, 20, best known for chart-topping hits such as 'Perdition' and 'Playing with Fire,' would have seemed an unlikely candidate for accusations like these when he first came into the public eye five years ago, but as of late, nothing seems impossible for him. In recent months, he's done some questionable things, a ropes course without a possibly lifesaving harness being the most recent.

"Some fans stand by Novak, claiming it is just a misunderstanding, but others aren't so sure."

(Insert a bunch of tweets condemning Castiel as a rapist here.)

"We all hope this was just a misunderstanding, but when a young girl's safety is involved, assuming the best is never okay. "

Seriously? Out of every stupid thing Castiel has done in the last couple years, people are finally going to start talking when he helps someone? Great. Just great. So how is he supposed to clear this one up?

"You look upset," Michael observes, walking over and taking a seat next to him. "What's up?"

Castiel sighs and looks over at his brother. "I'm apparently a rapist now."

"What?"

Castiel just hands him the phone. Michael quickly scans the article, taking all of thirty seconds because he's a quick reader before returning the phone.

"Then tell everyone they're wrong before it's blown out of proportion," Michael suggests. "Tweet it. Or live stream it. I know you like doing that."

"Why, so people can say I'm just making excuses and draw even more attention to it?"

Michael frowns, seeing the problem. "Ah, yeah. I see your point. But not responding to it would look pretty bad, too. I say you tweet something about it."

Castiel scoffs. "Yeah. Defend myself against freaking rape allegations in 140 characters or less. That's gonna work out great," he says sarcastically, possibly a bit ruder than necessary.

"Just to let everyone know that you've heard and you didn't do anything," Michael clarifies. "That's all."

"That's not going to help," Castiel pouts.

"Just do it," Michael tells him. "Seriously. I think just knowing that you deny it will help your case."

Castiel rolls his eyes. "That doesn't make any sense. Even if I was a rapist, I'd say I didn't do it."

"Just tweet about it like it's anything else," Michael advises. "Pretend it's just some random tweet at you and respond to it like that."

Castiel sighs. "Fine."

He tweets the link of the article with the caption, "Is this an early April Fools joke? I think you're forgetting a little something called 'homosexuality.'"

He shows it to Michael, who shrugs.
"That works," he agrees.

He tweets it, scrolling through the earliest responses, mostly consisting of "Hey, Dad" and "Fuck me, Daddy." He decides to tweet again right after that.

"The "Dad" tweets aren't really what I'm looking for right now. Mind holding off on those?"

Obviously, he still gets a bunch of tweets like that, but he does find some with some substance to them.

"Anyone who believed their story is a fucking idiot."

"We trust you, Castiel."

"Then what really happened?"

"Does anyone honestly believe he's a rapist?"

"Being gay is a great cover for a rapist."

"Reading that headline makes me lose faith in humanity."

"#FakeNews."

"Love ya, Castiel, but not sure if I can trust you on this one."

So it's a mixed group here; some believe him, some don't. One thing he does notice is all the fighting going on in the responses, so he tweets out a reply to his own tweet.

"Stop fighting. Whether you believe me or not, it's really not worth it. You're not accomplishing anything."

"So?" Michael prompts. "How's it going so far?"

"It's a mixed reaction," Castiel tells him. "It'll be interesting to see what the final decision is."

"How will you know?" Michael asks.

"The most liked tweets," he clarifies. "It's a bit biased because they're mostly my followers who generally like me, but there are some people that follow me that hate me with a burning passion, so we'll see."

"I'm sure people will realize they're wrong," Michael assures him.

Castiel sighs, burying his head in his hands. "Maybe they shouldn't."

"What?"

"It'll never go to court; I can't get in trouble with the law for it. The worst that'll happen is it sends my career down the drain, but maybe it should. I'm not cut out for this."

"Don't talk like that," Michael protests. "You're awesome. You're good at what you do, and you clearly love it; you've been doing it since middle school. Don't let one misunderstanding take that away from you."

"It's not just the rape thing, it's..." Castiel trails off. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."

"What?" Michael asks.

"I said forget it," Castiel snaps.

Michael is clearly surprised at his tone, but Castiel can't find it in him to care.

"Alright, sorry," Michael apologizes. "Well, I hope you change your mind and everything works out fine."

Michael walks away, leaving Castiel alone with his phone. He begins to surf the Twitter world, then decides against it. It's usually a nice pick-me-up, but right now, it's more depressing than anything, and he doesn't need that right now.