"I got a reply from that Wayward nerd person," Chuck announces.
Castiel hurries over to his computer to look. "I meant to tell you yesterday, but the girl is in my class," Castiel informs him. "She saw that I was reading Supernatural, so she tried to tell me Destiel was real, and then she decided she's ask you."
"You were the person she was talking to about Destiel?" Chuck repeats with an amused.
"Yep. She's the crazy shipper you'd see on Tumblr turning everything into a Supernatural reference and an entire Instagram account dedicated to Destiel and Sabriel," he jokes. "And she said Supernatural deserves to be a TV show."
"Really?" Chuck says in amazement. "Wow. I didn't realize people liked it that much."
"It may not be the most popular series, but those that do know it love it," Castiel says.
Chuck grins proudly, then turns the monitor of his computer to face Castiel. "This is what she said, by the way."
From: [email protected]
Thank you so much for replying. I'm sure you get a lot of email, so it can't be easy. I'm glad you took the time to read mine. Your response to my questions was beautiful. I would hate to start a fight, especially with the author I admire so much, so I'll say this in the nicest way possible.
You are completely wrong about everything.
You never once answered my questions. Throughout your entire response, you carefully avoided giving me a straight answer to everything I asked, giving me a whole bunch of nothing, and even then, it was all wrong. Your characters are your own, and their story is entirely up to you. You choose where they go and what happened to them, and no one else has a say in that. We can wish and pretend all we want. We can write fanfictions until our fingers fall off. It won't matter, because it didn't come from you, the one who created the characters in the first place.
You say you've continued their story in your free time, and though you have not released it, it still holds the answer to everything that the fans have been asking. You are the God of the world you created, and what you say goes. As much as I wish I could decide where the characters go from where you left them, I can't. No matter how hard I try, I could never nail the characters' distinct personalities the way you have. I can't know what they would do now, because as much as I read the books, I still don't know them completely. You do. You created them, decided what they would be like, and created the problems that have made them who they are. Only you know what will happen, and what us fans think doesn't matter. Fanfictions will never be the same as the books written by you.
I know you said you have no plans to release the books you've written, but I know I speak for the entire Supernatural fandom when I say that if you do, it will not be a waste. We all have questions, and only you can answer them. Not just the question of Destiel, but about everything that's happened. Will Sam and Dean get back together? Will they be able to put Hell behind them and continue their fight? What will the next big bad be? Will they make more friends? Enemies? Will Gabriel come back from the "dead" and stick them in a musical? Your fans are waiting. I hope you can show us what we're missing.
Best regards,
That girl that knows what she's talking about, so you better listen to her.
Castiel laughs to himself when he reads the end. Yep, that definitely sounds like Charlie. He looks down at his father, who is still sitting in his chair, waiting for his reaction.
"Have you replied yet?" Castiel asks.
Chuck shakes his head. "Nope, not yet. Actually, I was wondering what you had to say about this. Do you think she's right?"
Castiel shrugs. "Not about Destiel, but she's got a good point. No one knows your characters like you do. You run your story, not anyone else. Whether you want to release your books or not is up to you, but they're the real story."
Chuck sighs and leans back in his chair. "But if I release them, that sort of invalidates everyone else's ideas."
"Trust me, they won't care," Castiel assures him. "People will continue to write fanfics until the end of time. Or until people forget about Supernatural. It won't compare to having the actual 'Carver Edlund' books." He makes finger quotes around his father's pen name. "But that doesn't mean you have to release them," he adds. "If you want to leave off with Dean having a good life and Sam and Cas left in the dust, that's perfectly fine, too. Lord knows they'll never be completely happy. You might as well leave it in a place where one of them is."
Chuck frowns, trying to decide which way to go. "Well, you're no help," he says. "I wish I could just talk to this Wayward girl in person; get a feel for what she thinks should happen. Email is too slow, and you have to write a lot and get your point across, because otherwise you're wasting time. Normal, human interaction is way better."
"Theoretically, you could," Castiel reminds him. "Charlie's in my class. If you weren't so adamant about keeping your identity secret, I'm sure I could get the principal to let you come in. You know, being a fairly famous author and all."
"That almost sounds worth it," he says. "This Charlie person seems pretty into my books. It could be cool talking to someone about them that didn't basically write them."
"I didn't basically write them," Castiel protests.
"Yeah, you kinda did. I gave you the story, you wrote it again. And probably better, I may add. I would have given you some credit if you hadn't been so opposed to it."
Chuck asked him before he released each book if Castiel wanted his name on the book because he did so much to help. Every time, he would say "No," and every time, Chuck would say "Maybe next time."
"Well, if you change your mind, I'll ask the principal," Castiel says.
Gabriel walks by them and to the front door. Castiel had thought he was asleep in his room, but apparently not. He calls out something about going to the diner before disappearing out the door. Castiel watches him, confused. Why is he going to the diner? He might be going to see Sam, but Sam's at his uncle's house. Unless Dean decided not to call him because he decided he didn't want to hang out with him. Castiel wouldn't be surprised. He's not the most interesting person in the world. It's a miracle Dean decided to ask him out at all.
As if on cue, Castiel's phone rings. He pulls it out quickly and answers it, not bothering to check the caller ID. Dean is supposed to call; if anyone does, it's obviously going to be him. No one else ever calls him.
"Hello," Castiel says into his phone.
"Hey, Cas," Dean replies. "Sam's going out, but I'm sure you realized that, cuz Gabriel must have left, too. You want to come over?"
"Sure," Castiel agrees. "See you in a few minutes."
"Yep. Bye."
Castiel hangs up his cell phone. "I'm going out. I'll be home in a little while."
"Where are you going?" Chuck asks, not like an overprotective parent, but just as an interested person.
"Friend's house," he replies vaguely.
"Ah. Have fun."
"Yep." Castiel gives him a smile before leaving. He hops in his car and heads over to Dean's house. Surprisingly, he doesn't get lost. He pulls up, and as he approaches the door, it opens.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel greets him, stepping inside.
"Hey, Cas," Dean replies. "So, house to ourselves."
"That it is," Castiel agrees, taking off his coats and hanging them on the back of a chair. "What do you want to do?"
Dean grins and takes a step towards him. "This."
He wraps his arms around Castiel, pressing their lips together. Castiel cups Dean's face with his hands, kissing back. Dean's hands trail down Castiel's back until they reach the hem of his shirt. Castiel quickly and gently moves his hands away.
"What?" Dean asks, taken aback by this.
Castiel pulls him back, talking between kisses. "House to ourselves in theory, but you never know when we'll have some surprise visitors again."
"I don't care," Dean murmurs. "Let them see."
"Dean..." Castiel says as a sort of warning, but he can't focus with Dean's hands on his waist. God, he wishes he didn't have to worry about their brothers. Being here with Dean and not being able to do what he'd like to is torture to him. He wishes it was just them; just the two of them, alone in the world. To him, it feels like it is. All he can think about is the boy in front of him.
"What?" Dean whispers. "Sam can stay at your house again. It'll just be the two of us."
"There's still school tomorrow," Castiel reminds him. "Tomorrow's Friday. One more day, okay?"
"I can't wait one more day," Dean murmurs. "You're driving me crazy, Cas. You're all I can think about."
"I know the feeling," Castiel agrees. "Unfortunately I'll have to go home sometime. But enough talking. You've got me until then."
Dean grins, and Castiel can feel it against his lips. "Then we better make the most of it."

There is a knock on the door. Castiel and Dean pull away from each other, Castiel sitting on Dean's lap on the couch. He rolls off of Dean reluctantly. He had almost forgotten about Sam and Gabriel. He had been so absorbed in the kiss that the rest of the world sort of disappeared.
"Sam?" Dean guesses loudly.
"Yep," he confirms from the other side of the door. "Can I come in? Is it safe? Or do I have to spend the night at Gabe's again?"
"No, you can come on in," Dean says.
Sam opens the door slowly and looks at the two of them, sitting on the couch like nothing ever happened.
"Night, guys," Sam says, walking over to his bedroom door. Before he steps inside, he adds, "Might want to fix your hair before you go, Cas."
Castiel reaches for his hair, which is a mess now. Castiel frowns and attempts to smooth it out with his hands. He gives up and turns to Dean.
"See ya tomorrow," Dean says with a flirtatious grin.
"Of course," Castiel agrees. He gives Dean one last peck on the lips before he leaves.
He's got to wait until tomorrow? This is going to me the longest twenty four hours of his life.