A/N Alright, peeps, I gotta explain something. I know Michael and his controversial political views are pissing people off. I know Anna and her sass are ridiculous. I know you want Sabriel back and actually I don't really know that one but I'm just assuming because I personally miss them. But there's actually a reason for all of it, I promise. Except Sabriel. They're just at college which is stupid and I can't wait for it to end.

It's finally May, the beginning of the end of the school year. It's strange to think this is the last time there will be a Novak in the high school they've been in for so long. It's about time, though. That place is a hellhole. Then again, most high schools are.

A car horn honks from out front, and Anna instantly heads to the door. Lucifer stops her before she can leave.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

"Out," she replies, the same way she always does.

"Out with who?"

"Friends."

"Cain?" he guesses.

"Nope."

"Alright. Where are you and your not-Cain-friends going?"

"Somewhere." She pushes past him and walks out the door.

Lucifer sighs and shakes his head to himself. "Does anyone actually know where she's going?"

"Mall," Claire replies without hesitation.

"Didn't she just go to the mall, like, a week ago?" Lucifer recalls. "How much stuff does she need?"

"No, that was summer shopping," Claire explains. "This is prom shopping. There's a difference."

"Wait, it's prom time already?"

Claire nods. "Yeah, like, three weeks. I'm surprised they waited this long to get dresses, honestly."

"Do you already have a dress?" he asks.

She bursts out laughing at that idea. "You think I'm going to prom? Not a chance in hell."

"What? Why not? It's your senior prom. That only happens once."

"Unless you fail all your classes, but don't even try that," Samandriel adds.

"School dances aren't my thing," she explains. "I'll leave that to Anna."

"Not a chance," Lucifer replies. "You have to go to prom. Everyone else in the family went. I even dragged Michael to it senior year."

"I'm not part of your family, so —"

"Shushles!" Lucifer interrupts immediately. "You're completely part of this family! Now and forever! And you can never escape us now!"

Dean leans over to Castiel from where they're sitting on the couch and whispers, "I ship it."

Castiel chuckles. "Honestly, I do, too."

"Castiel! I have a job for you!" Lucifer calls over to them as if they can't hear everything the two say in their normal voices.

"I probably won't do it but what is it?" Castiel asks.

"Go take Claire prom dress shopping."

"Why don't you do it?"

"Because everyone knows that gay guys are better at shopping," Lucifer replies as if it's obvious. "You didn't spend all that time in the closet doing nothing."

"Don't bother," Claire tells him. "I'm still not going to prom."

"Well, pick out a dress anyway in case you change your mind," Lucifer replies.

"Fine. Hey, Castiel, can you go find a dress that looks like it would fit me to shut Lucifer up?"

"Not a chance in hell," he replies. "I'm willing to go shopping with you, but not for you."

"Well, I ain't going, so..."

"What if I just drag you with me?" Lucifer asks. "You and I can go shopping and I won't be able to tell you if your dress is in or not but I'll have some random commentary throughout the trip."

Claire hesitates, then sighs in defeat. "Fine," she agrees reluctantly. "But only because I know you won't shut up about it until I do."

"Yes! Let's go shopping!" Lucifer says excitedly, practically dragging her to the car.

Dean and Castiel both watch with amused smiles. Typical Lucifer, getting excited over the most boring things on the planet.

"So..." Dean says awkwardly once they're gone. "What do you want to do?"

Castiel shrugs. "I don't know."

And awkward silence.

Bored, Castiel pulls out his phone to check Twitter, because that's always fun. And yet when he opens it up, Twitter kicks him out of his account, claiming he doesn't have access to it on that device or something stupid like that. Confused, he tries to log in again, but he apparently has the wrong username and password, even after he checks in the password saver option in settings.

"Are you on Twitter?" Castiel asks his boyfriend, noticing the phone in his hand.

"Not at the moment, but I could switch," he replies. "Why? What's up?"

"Can you just, like, check my account?"

"Check your account for what?" Dean asks.

"Um... Good question. Just check it, please?"

"Okay...?" Dean replies uncertainly. Castiel watches over his shoulder as he switches to the Twitter app and searches Castiel's name, but all that shows up is fan accounts. "Still '@CastielNovak,' right?"

Castiel nods slowly. "Yeah, it should be." Castiel returns his attention to his phone, this time not for Twitter but opening Safari instead. He quickly searches "Castiel Novak Twitter," and hopes for the best.

The first result is an article with the headline, "Castiel Novak Leaves Twitter?"

Okay, off to a bad start.

Castiel scrolls through more similar headlines, stopping at one a few articles down.

"Castiel Novak leaving social media entirely?"

He opens it, praying it's not what it sounds like, but it is. It's exactly what he was afraid of.

"Castiel Novak has always been a bit obsessed when it comes to social media, which makes the sudden disappearance of all his social media accounts such a mystery.

"Fans noticed Saturday that his Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook pages were suddenly gone. As of now, no official explanation has been offered for their disappearance, but that hasn't stopped fans from thinking of theories of their own.

"Some believe he's finally had enough of the unnecessarily rude remarks he's mentioned on multiple occasions and shut down the source entirely.

"Others fear something worse is happening. On an interview with Jody Mills, he admitted a recent suicide attempt. Later, he announced that he may not go on tour this year. Some wonder if this is a sign he tried again, and the accounts were deleted either by Castiel himself or out of respect from his family or friends.

"Either way, one thing is for sure. There's definitely something going on here. We can only hope Castiel comes back soon to explain what's going on."

Castiel sighs and locks his phone. So it is all of his accounts. Well, this is great. Just fucking great.

"What?" Dean asks.

"I've been hacked."

"Your Twitter?" he guesses.

"Apparently my everything," Castiel replies. "It's all been deleted, and I'm sure someone else had stolen my username already. Guess I'm done with social media now."

Dean scoffs. "Bullshit. Make a new account, one with a name no one would have used. You'll have your people back in no time. Perks of having a famous brother — that's where people are gonna look. He can tell everyone what's up."

Castiel hesitates. That's probably what he should do. It's the logical move, at least. He won't have all his followers back, but he'll at least still be around for when people want to say something to him.

Actually...

"I think I'm good," Castiel says finally. "I don't really want a new account. I think I'm gonna stay offline for a while."

Dean gapes at him. "You're... What? You're joking. You have to be joking."

"Nope," Castiel replies. "I'm just sick of the hate I get every time I log in."

"But Twitter is the way you make all your announcements," Dean reminds him.

"I can talk to websites and magazines and stuff directly — well, through a representative, technically," Castiel replies. "I don't need to get involved at all. I'm just gonna pass on all of the Internet drama and let my team handle everything for now."

Dean just stares at him. He tries to say something every few moments, but each time seems to realize he has nothing to say. It's about a minute later that he finally says, "Who are you and what have you done to Cas?"

"I am Castiel and I took Cas and added one part frustration, two parts exhaustion and now he doesn't want to deal with being famous and would like to just kinda not be famous, ya feel me?"

Dean frowns. "Well, when you put it that way, that sucks. But if you don't post on Twitter, what am I supposed to like?"

"'Post on Twitter'?" Castiel repeats with an amused smile.

"Yeah. What?"

"Tweet, Dean. The word you're looking for is tweet."

Dean gestures to him as if he just proved some very important point. "See, you like social media too much to quit it!"

Castiel thinks back to the plethora of mean tweets he's been getting lately.

"No," he says finally. "I really don't like it." And it only took six years to figure it out.