The parks are far too crowded to really do anything over the weekend, so Castiel decides to see if Jack wants to meet the gang. He jumps at the chance, just as Castiel has expected, so that just begs the question of who from the Novak-Winchester-and-friends squad will want to meet him?

As the wait for the boat, Castiel creates a group chat for everyone that came here together, and, with input from Dean, names it, "The Disney famsquad."

Castiel: Dean and I are meeting up with Jack Kline at Magic Kingdom in half an hour. Does anyone want to join us?

Surprisingly, the first one to respond isn't the hyperactive Lucifer, which is a bit weird. Lucifer's always on his phone. He must be on a ride now or something.

Gabriel: Who dat?

Gabriel: Wait nvr mind I know who he is

Gabriel: And Sam doesn't which is kinda funny

Gabriel: Is he another one of the boring stuck up celebrities or is he one of the fun ones?

Castiel: He's one of the fun ones

Gabriel: Lit

Gabriel: Sam and I will make our way over there eventually

The boat pulls up, and Castiel puts his phone in his pocket as he climbs onboard, Dean right behind him. They sit down on a small bench together, and Dean puts an arm around him. Castiel smiles to himself and rests his head on his fiancé's shoulder. He takes his phone back out, holding it down so Dean can look over his shoulder, and sees a few new messages.

Balthazar: I'll be there.

Hannah: OH MY GOD DO YOU MEAN  T H E  JACK KLINE

Charlie: Fuck yee boi

Charlie: To both Castiel and whoever just asked if it was THE Jack Kline

From there, it turns into a conversation about who is who, because apparently Charlie barely has anyone's phone number. Castiel just puts his phone away. He'd rather talk to Dean than watch his friends' reintroductions.

"So," Castiel says, "are you enjoying Disney?"

"I am loving Disney," Dean replies. "I haven't spent this much time with you since, what, last July?"

"That's..." Castiel scoffs. "Oh, wow, you're right. It's been almost a year, hasn't it? God, it does not feel like it."

Dean chuckles. "Time flies when you're constantly flying around the country, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, really," Castiel agrees. "I'm glad I have the break, though. Then there's, what, two more months of tour? Three? And then it's just you and me again."

"Then it's football time again," Dean reminds him. "I love you, Cas, but your timing sucks."

Castiel sighs. "Yeah, I forgot about that."

"But you could always come stay in Massachusetts with me," Dean adds. "At least when I'm practicing at Gillette, I'll be around a lot. It's better than nothing, you know?"

Castiel hums in agreement. "I like that idea."

"You know, you could just move in," Dean tells him. "For good, you know? Just us in a little house in Massachusetts? And, obviously, we could get a bigger place if you want, because I know my house is a lot smaller than you're used to, and you'd still be able to go on tour and I'd still have to fly around the country for football, but we'd still have some time home together —"

"Dean, you're rambling," Castiel interrupts, amuses.

"Oh, whoops, sorry," Dean says with a quiet laugh. "But what do you think?"

Castiel sighs. "I don't know. I really like my house in New York. I've lived there for years. I don't want to just ditch it."

"That's what you said last year," Dean reminds him. "But did you actually do anything there? Why don't you just stay in Massachusetts until you have to go back to New York for your next tour or whatever else you do over there?"

Castiel hesitates. "I guess that works, but I'm gonna need a lot of help getting my stuff from New York to Massachusetts."

"What, your seventeen boxes of awards?" Dean asks teasingly.

"I don't have that many."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure you do," Dean replies. "I propose we shove them in boxes next time we're at your house, just to see if I'm right."

Castiel chuckles. "That's gonna be a lot of work, you know. That's gonna be a lot of boxes, and some of them are too high to reach without a ladder or stool or something, and if we're gonna move them anywhere, even just out of the room, I'd wanna make sure they're bubble wrapped so they don't break or get scratched —"

"My god, you weren't lying when you said it was a lot of work," Dean says with a laugh. "But if you wanna do it, I'd definitely help you out with that," he adds quickly.

"You're very committed to this, aren't you?" Castiel says with an amused smile.

"Anything to convince you that you do, 100 percent, want to live with me," Dean replies. "If you want another room full of awards, so be it. Or, like, a little shelf going all around the entire house and there's just a row of trophies just everywhere."

Castiel chuckles. "I kinda like that idea, but no, I'm just going to leave them there," he says. "I'll take my Grammy and that's it. It'd be too much of a pain to get all the other ones."

"You're gonna have to be more specific than 'your Grammy,'" Dean says. "Don't you have, like, forty of them?"

"Less than half of that, actually," Castiel says, amused. "But no, I just want my first Grammy. I'd like to keep that one around."

"Then we'll be sure to grab that," Dean says.

"But we're gonna have to wait a while for that," Castiel reminds him. "I've got a few more months of my tour, and you've still got football, and we've still got horribly incompatible schedules."

Dean chuckles. "Well, we'll make it work. Even if you have to fly down there while I'm playing an away game — or next time we play at MetLife Stadium. That's probably about half an hour away from New York City, five or take. That would work out, right?"

"Probably," Castiel agrees. "As long as I can bring everyone in one suitcase home, because I don't want to be that spoiled brat walking out of the airport with fifteen different bags."

"Yeah, but I'm sure that's doable," Dean says. "And if it's not, I'll make it doable, because I'm a committed individual."

Castiel chuckles. "You're the best."

"I know."

~~

They meet up with Jack at the candy store, because it's right by the entrance and just easier for everyone. Jack is there already, and he and his mother are having a conversation with a different family that Castiel can only assume are fans.

Castiel and Dean stay back a bit, waiting for the family to leave so they don't interrupt. Jack must not get the memo, because when he sees them, he waves them over, wearing a big smile, and they can't not go greet him.

From up close, Castiel can really see the family. The parents are a larger couple, and though they seem to be on the older side, they're holding hands like any young couple.

There's a boy with them, probably in his late teens, with dark hair and a Star Wars shirt complete with a matching hat, which Charlie would be thrilled to see.

There's also younger girl, with braces, glasses, and a little bit of cushion for the pushin' — the dictionary definition of an unpopular, nerdy girl, but he can tell she's going to have a hell of a glow up pretty soon. If nothing else, if she loses the braces and grows her short wavy brown hair out, she'll look amazing in a few years, and he has faith that she'll realize it.

Then there's the little kid, a girl of about six, who's beaming up at Jack like he's the light of her life.

The youngest girl gives Castiel and Dean a confused look. "Who's that?"

"Castiel Novak, the one of the best singers of all time," the older girl says.

"Dean Winchester, the best football player the NFL has ever seen," the boy says at the same time.

The younger girl looks between the two for a moment, then says, "I never heard of either of them."

Castiel chuckles, but it's Dean that answers, "Don't worry, kid. Most people haven't."

The boy fake coughs as he says, "lies."

"You're literally one of the most famous couples in America," the older girl tells them. "Everyone knows you. Like, actually everyone."

"Well, apparently not," Dean says, gesturing to the younger girl with a jerk of his head.

"That just 'cause she doesn't have a good taste in music," the older girl says.

"Yes I do!" the younger girl whines. "Jack Kline is good music!"

"Well, yeah, okay, but you can't judge a singer by their debut album," she tells her sister. "It's never a full show of their talent, you don't know enough about them as a person, and you never know if they're going to pull a Brittney Spears and lose their minds in a few years. You gotta wait until at least the second album, usually the third, and Taylor Swift is living proof that the fourth album will always be the epitome of good music unless you're a gay man icon like Castiel or Troye Sivan, 'cause then your music keeps getting better." She looks over at Jack and adds, "So you gotta put out some new music pretty soon, or I can't stan you."

"I'm working on it, don't worry!" Jack replies with a smile.

"I think it's a bit conceited to think that they're only this famous 'cause of Castiel," the boy says. "Dean Winchester is by far the best NFL player I've seen since I started watching football, and you're literally treating him like the deadweight —"

"I'm just stating facts," she says. "Two million album sales in a week —"

"Over one hundred million people watching the Super Bowl last year," the boy counters.

"Almost six billion views on YouTube for —"

"Because people can watch multiple times," he interrupts. "Whereas the Super Bowl would have way more views if people didn't have parties and watch it together."

"Ignore them," the youngest girl says. "They fight about everything."

"Not everything, silly," the father laughs.

"Yes, everything," she insists. To the other boys, she adds, "Trust me; I gotta live with them."

Dean laughs. "You're my new favorite person. What's your name, kid?"

"Sophie," she replies. She points at her sister, then her brother, as she says, "And that's Bella, and that's Zach."

The two are oblivious to that, still arguing over who's the most famous, which Castiel finds funny. He's been pitted against a lot of people before, but never his own fiancé.

"I still think Jack Kline's the best," Sophie says, looking up at the kid with a smile.

"Aw, thank you!" Jack says.

"And I still don't know who they are," she adds, pointing at Dean and Castiel.

"They're my friends," Jack explains. "Castiel makes music, too, and Dean plays football."

"Ew, football." Sophie wrinkles her nose in disgust.

"Sorry about her," the mother says, seemingly directing this mostly to Castiel and Dean. "She's only five, so we haven't had a whole lot of time to introduce her to pop culture. She only knows Jack Kline because we bought her the album for her birthday."

"Don't worry about it," Castiel says, waving a hand dismissively. "I hear worse from people who do know who I am than people who've never heard of me."

Dean seems to have lost focus on their conversation, because he interrupts the one between the oldest two kids to say to Zach, "Why are you this committed to this? Aren't you a Browns fan?" He jerks his head in the direction of his father's hat, which has an orange helmet logo on it that Castiel assumes must be the Browns logo — whoever the Browns are.

"Just 'cause I'm from Cleveland doesn't mean I like the Browns," Zach says. "They suck. They never win anything. At least I can expect the Patriots to have a good run every year — more so now that you're on the team."

"I feel like I shouldn't agree with that, but you're not wrong," Dean says. "They do kinda suck. They're cool people, though, so it's okay."

Bella looks up at Castiel and says, "That's why you're the best. You don't talk shit about anyone."

"But he takes shit from everyone," Dean adds. "Whereas I talk shit about everyone but don't take shit from anyone, so who's really winning?"

Castiel smacks his shoulder. "No swearing in front of the children."

"We're twelve and seventeen," Bella tells him, gesturing to his brother. "We're not children."

"You're not the ones I'm talking about," Castiel replies, glancing at little Sophie, who, thankfully, doesn't seem to be listening. Jack is crouched in front on her, listening to her talk about something or other with a big smile on his face.

"Ah, she's heard worse," Zach says with a dismissive wave.

"Woah, too much legendary in one building. I can't handle the awesome."

Castiel and Dean both laugh. Charlie grins, giving them both a quick hug before turning to Zach and Sophie.

"Hi! Sorry to interrupt, but these are my people. My name's Charlie." She pauses, then adds, "And nice Star Wars stuff."

"You too," Zach says, eyeing her rainbow Star Wars t-shirt.

"Okay, I can see on your face that you very clearly don't like my shirt," Charlie says.

"It's not that I don't like it," he says, "it's just... Who decided to make Star Wars all rainbowy?"

"The gays did," Charlie replies. "Don't be the epitome of a stuck up white boy fan. Let people enjoy things."

Zach shrugs. "Hey, you do you."

"Is she your sister?" Bella asks Castiel.

He chuckles. "No, technically we're not related, but pretty much."

"Oh — Wait, is she your sister?" she asks Dean.

"No, but she's the closest thing to a sister I've got."

~~

Eventually, the family of lowkey fans leave, and it's just Dean, Castiel, Jack, Kelly, Charlie, and Gilda — who showed up a few minutes after her girlfriend did.

"You must be Jack Kline," Charlie says, eyeing the boy. "I'll spare you from my fangirling, but you're the best, and I'm Charlie."

Jack laughs. "Hi, Charlie!"

This starts a full round of introductions, which happens to end just as Sam and Gabriel show up, which prompts yet another round of introductions.

"So, whatcha doing at Disney World?" Charlie asks Jack. "Did you just want to join our little band of awesomes?"

Jack laughs. "No, I played a few shows in Epcot on Friday for the Flower and Garden festival," he explains. "And now I have a free trip to Disney World, so I'm here until you leave, apparently."

"Wait, seriously?" Charlie scoffs. "And I missed it? This sucks. I wanted to watch a Disney concert."

"Someone else is performing tonight," Jack says.

"But I don't want just any Disney concert," Charlie says. "I wanted to watch your Disney concert. You're a pop legend. I've literally never met someone who doesn't like you — which was rightfully earned."

Balthazar shows up then, Hannah right behind him, and when she sees Jack, she runs over, a huge smile on her face, and looks up at the boy. "Oh my god, you're Jack Kline."

"Yes, yes I am."

"You're — you're Jack Kli— holy crap," she breathes. "I'm actually talking to Jack Kline."

"Yes you are," Jack replies.

"That's — I can't believe it. You're one of the best singers ever and you're standing in front of me right now and you're here and —"

"There's no way Castiel is going to let you meet any of his other friends if you keep doing this," Dean tells her. "Calm down, kid."

"Right, right, sorry," she says, her face turning a faint red. "I'm Hannah, by the way."

"I'm Jack, but you already know that," he replies. "And that's my mom."

"I'm Kelly," she says.

"Hi!" Hannah squeaks. "Thank you for raising an icon."

Kelly laughs. "You're welcome?"

"And I'm Balthazar, if anyone cares," he says.

"Great, introductions are over," Dean says. "Who wants to go do something?"

~~

"So, when's your next album coming out?" Hannah asks, looking up at Jack expectantly.

"I don't know," he replies. "I think I have all the songs picked out. I just gotta find time to go record them, but I've been really busy with awards shows and concerts and stuff, so I don't know when that'll happen. I would expect at least a couple months, but hopefully it'll be quick."

"Are you at least releasing a new music video soon?" Hannah asks hopefully.

"I don't know about 'soon,' but I do have one more filmed," Jack replies. "I don't think I'm supposed to tell anyone which one it is, though."

"But I need to know!" Hannah insists. "I've waited long enough! Please?"

Castiel taps her shoulder. "Typically, 'I'm not supposed to' means 'if I do, there's going to be a long line of people ready to beat my ass.' You have to wait like the rest of us."

Hannah sighs dramatically. "Fine."

Changing the topic a bit, Gabriel asks, "Hey, Jack, how old are you? You seem too young to have your life planned out for you."

"I'm sixteen," he says. "But I've always wanted to be a singer, so I've had my life planned out for a long time. I just finally get to actually do it now."

"We stan a dedicated king," Hannah says with a grin.

"Wait, seriously?" Gabriel says in disbelief. "I thought you were, like, nineteen, but you're actually a literal child."

"Sixteen isn't that young," Jack says. "Castiel was younger than that when he got his first number one."

"Castiel has always been an adult, so that doesn't count," Gabriel says. "Can you even drive a car?"

Jack nods, excited. "I'm actually taking my driver's test soon! I just have to find the time, but I've already done with driver's ed and I passed the written and I just have to do the driving part next time I'm back home." He seems so proud of himself, as if everyone else — possibly excluding teenage Hannah — hasn't done it all before.

"Why learn to drive if you're just going to be chauffeured in limos the rest of your life?" Balthazar asks.

"No, I don't get to ride limos a lot," Jack tells him. "I'm usually driving me and my mom around everywhere on my own instead."

"Do you have people shoving cameras in your face as you learn to drive, or was that Castiel-exclusive?" Charlie asks. "Inquiring minds want to know."

"I don't know," Jack says. "I can't see all the people if I'm watching the road. Did that happen to Castiel a lot?"

Castiel nods. "Yeah, all the time." It was not fun, and just put more pressure on him to not crash — as if being in charge of a multi-ton hunk of metal cruising down the highway at 60 miles per hour isn't stressful enough.

"But I don't know if it was a celebrity thing, or if he's just super duper extra famous and that's why everyone was interested."

"Probably the second one?" Jack says uncertainly, looking to his mother for help. She just shrugs.

"Well, Castiel does have the second, third, and fifth best selling album debut weeks in the US," Hannah says. "I'm guessing he's a little more famous than most people."

"Wait, seriously?" Dean says in disbelief. "God, no wonder everyone seems to hate you. You're literally the biggest name in music right now."

Castiel cocks his head in confusion. "I'm not following?"

"You're super famous, so everyone's gonna bitch at you for being more successful than everyone they want to succeed," Dean explains. "So, really, that cliché 'they're just jealous' trope is actually true with you."

Castiel shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe you're right. Doesn't matter. Doesn't really change anything."

"To be fair," Hannah says, "I'm sure everyone who doesn't know you is jealous of you. You do a great job at pretending your life is perfect. Add a couple hundred million bucks and a few hundred awards, and yeah, people are gonna get jealous. Face it. Everyone wishes they could just suddenly become you."

"Thank you?" Castiel says uncertainly.

"But where's the fun in that?" Jack asks. "Why would anyone want to suddenly become successful? It's so much more rewarding when you've worked really hard at it."

Castiel pats him on the back. "Never change, Jack. Never change."