Castiel wakes up a few hours later to his stomach growling. He hasn't eaten in nearly a day. He's vaguely aware that he should do that soon, but his health isn't his top priority. His fans are.

He feels around for his phone and checks the responses from his tweet asking for a way to celebrate. He has to admit, he isn't too disappointed in how this turned out. Well, until he sees one of the most liked options. It's not in the top five — likely out of the top ten, as well, though Castiel doesn't count them.

It reads "Do one of these without a harness," with a picture of one of those ropes courses with the obstacles at heights so far above the ground, falling could easily break bones, and kill if luck is bad enough. Of course someone would tell him to do that. Of course. He quickly types out a reply.

I'm the clumsiest person I know so that might not end well lol

And tweet. He's rather proud of himself, actually. He's figured out this whole text speech thing. Like lol. He can use that. He's a cool teenager now. Okay, so he's twenty, but he's still enough of a teenager to be called a cool teenager.

The top liked response is "Tell us your phone number." He probably should have told them not to ask for personal information. Oops.

Castiel clicks off his phone, bored of the Twitterverse for the day, and heads out to get some food. He drives by McDonald's longingly before approaching Subway. Stupid dieting thanks to unrealistic body expectations with no meninists to stop it. He eats his sub and drinks his water, pretending in his mind that it's a Sprite and a burger. It doesn't work. Obviously. Afterwards, he just returns to his hotel, hoping to at least get a short nap because his sleeping schedule is screwed.

When sleep doesn't come, he pulls out his phone and checks Twitter. There's still a few hours until the twenty-four hours are up, but he decides to check out the most popular choices so far.

The first would be his phone number, which is winning by so much, there isn't a chance of anything else getting more likes. The next would be an hour long weekly livestream where he answers people's questions for him.

The third is... The ropes course without a harness. Of course. He types out another reply to that.

Ahhh guys stop liking this!!!

And tweet. A thought occurs to him that he decides to tweet because he hates deleting tweets, but he knows someone will say it anyway, so he might as well sound somewhat smart by saying he knows it.

Maybe replying to this isn't the best idea then...

And tweet. Now there's seven hours until the twenty-four hours are up. He knows for a fact that the phone number will be in the top three, likely staying as number one, so he decides to make a plan for that. He decides to head out to a nearby Target and buy one of those stupid prepaid phones, complete with a new phone number to give the fans. He doesn't plan on answering all the calls, of course, but some of them, maybe.

And now there are still about six and a half hours until the poll is up. Now what does he do? What does one do at seven thirty at night when they're bored and not at all tired? Castiel looks at his phone — not the new one for the fans but the one with his friends and business contacts. Yes, he has business contacts now. He scrolls through his contacts to one he hasn't even looked at in years. And call.

"Cas?" Dean's voice comes from the other end of the phone.

"Hey," Castiel replies awkwardly. Is it going to be weird that he's calling at seven thirty at night? Probably. Oh well screw it. "I'm bored."

Dean chuckles. "So, straight to the point, huh? Well, I'm free. You wanna hang out?"

"Sure. But I'm not really in the mood to be overrun by fans, so wanna come to my place?"

"That works."

Castiel gives him the address and room number before sitting down on the bed to wait. It's about twenty minutes later that Dean finally shows up. Castiel opens the door for him, and once it's closed, they share a brief hug.

"Hey," Dean says with a smile, which Castiel returns.

"Hey."

"I saw your Twitter poll," Dean tells him. "I hope you realize you're an idiot."

Castiel just laughs. "Wow, Dean. As nice as ever."

"You know what I mean."

"I know," Castiel agrees. "Guess I didn't think this through."

"Ya think? Cas, a ropes course without a harness. You're not doing that."

"I can't not do it!" Castiel protests. "I told them I would. I can't just back out."

Dean facepalms in exasperation. "You can't risk your safety for a stupid tweet

"Why not?" Castiel challenges. "Remember that 'fun popularity stunts' thing we were talking about yesterday? Well, voilà. A fun popularity stunt."

"There's no way I can talk you out of this, is there?"

Castiel shakes his head. "Nope!" he replies confidently. "Unless you want to throw the vote by retweeting other options, but don't be that person."

Dean frowns. "You need to stop being so stubborn."

"But I like being stubborn," Castiel protests. "It's sorta my thing."

Dean sighs, finally giving in. "You know what? You do you, Cas. But I want to be there in case you fall so I can get my 'I told you so' in before you die."

Castiel rolls his eyes. "Well, thanks for the vote of confidence. But I do need a camera man because there's no way in hell that I'm announcing this on Twitter. Kripke would kill me. And then Jim would bring me back to life and kill me himself."

Dean chuckles. "And I don't blame them. Fine, I'll record it, but only because I know that if I don't, you'll do it anyway."

Castiel grins. "Now you get it."

"What about the phone number?" Dean asks. "You're not actually giving them your number, are you?"

"I got a second phone for it," Castiel replies. "See? I got it covered."

"Clearly," Dean agrees. "And the weekly live streams seem pretty easy, right?"

"I don't have an hour every week to live stream," Castiel tells him.

"I love how that's what you have a problem with, not the ropes course without a harness," Dean points out, rolling his eyes.

"But I have a plan for the live stream. I'll just have a bunch of shorter live streams that equal at least an hour every week. And they'll be at different times, which is easier for people in different timezones so I don't always go live at one in the morning for them."

Dean nods approvingly. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?"

"No, I just totally planned this out right now," Castiel admits. "But whatever works."