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“Hey, Cas, guess what,” Dean gingerly sips at his coffee cup, once he’s finished pouring it out. “We’re trending.”
Castiel looks away from their barn window, fixing Dean with a perplexed stare. “We’re what?”
“Trending.”
“As in…”
“On social media. People are going crazy about us.”
Castiel frowns. He’s sure he hasn’t done anything remotely exciting since sitting down on their couch today. “Why?”
Dean drops down next to him, lending him his phone. “People are happy, I guess. Apparently we’ve been the talk of the town for a while.”
Castiel scrolls through whatever platform Dean has been on, observing each and every message box and comment everyone could come up with. He hums. “What is AO3?”
“Dunno, been meaning to check it out later.”
“And who is this Misha?”
“Probably some B-class dude who the internet likes.”
“He looks a considerable amount like me, Dean.”
“A cosplayer, then.”
Castiel nods. He has a point. Cosplayers were wonderfully good at their job. “It’s nice to see so many people celebrating our love. A bit perplexing, I’ll admit, but most of the comments are about how much it means to them. It makes me happy.”
One of Dean’s arms rests around Castiel’s shoulders and he melts at Dean’s side.
“Maybe we should make a post of our own.” Dean offers, downing the last of his coffee and setting it down on the table before them. “Tell ‘em how much we appreciate it.”
“Would they be able to know who we are?”
“Nope, but the message would still get out there.” Dean says. He ruffles at Castiel’s bed head and smiles. “Unless you feel like celebrating some other way here on our own.”
“Tempting.” Castiel smiles. “But if we got anywhere near the bed again, you’d fall asleep on me.”
“Would not.”
“That’s only your second cup of coffee, Dean. I know what I’m talking about.”
Dean huffs, but nuzzles his face into Castiel’s hair anyways. “Fine. Fair.” He kisses the side of his head and stands back up. “Speaking of, my third cup’s calling me.”
Castiel’s attention falls back on the phone. “What should I type, Dean?”
Dean’s voice comes loud from the kitchen. “Something something, thank you, something we love you something something and add a dick joke in there for good measure.”
“Dean.”
“Fine. Two dick jokes and a green and blue heart emoji. People love those.”
“I’m not writing a dick joke.”
“Sammy’s gotta know it’s us somehow.”
Castiel sighs deeply. Then he types out a single celebratory message.
But he does add the two hearts at the end.
What a gift to wake up to. 💚💙