Cas POV

I was in English class the day after I received the tweet and possibly the soul, not paying attention. Surprise, surprise. My thoughts had increasingly became more jumbled between my own and Phil's, and I was sort of freaking out. People kept asking me what was wrong, but how could I answer them? I may or may not have accidentally stolen a famous YouTuber's soul? Who would ever believe that?

My teacher, Mrs. Mitchell, was talking about some Romeo and Juliet scene that we had read for homework. I stopped halfway listening and started looking around the room and thinking about life in general. I generally have my most deep thoughts when I'm in class and not paying attention. My grades might go down, but I do become wiser as a person.

I was snapped back into reality and fell out my chair, damn my clumsiness, when Mrs. Mitchell spoke my name with a questioning tone. I got up off the floor, and noticed that everyone was staring at me. Oh darn it, did she ask me a question? I am SO going to be made fun of for this. "Um, Mrs. Mitchell, could you repeat the question?"

She said, "Cas, dear, you look a bit ill. Do you want to go see the nurse?"

I agreed not wanting to miss the opportunity to go home and miss the rest of my classes. I ran down the steps, went to the office, and generally faked being really ill. Luckily, the nurse bought it. I think she wasn't a licensed medical professional and just wanted to have some sort of job, so becoming a school nurse was the best she could get.

The nurse called my mother, and my mother came and picked me up from school about fifteen minutes later. During the car ride home, we basically listened to music and didn't talk. My relationship with my mother is somewhat complicated, and I don't really know what to ever say to her. We don't talk to each other much.

When we arrived at my house, I got out of the car and raced up to my bedroom. My mother left right after making sure I had gotten in the door, as she had to go back to work. I mean somebody had to make a living for this family. With my dad being out of town a lot, she basically had to do everything for my sister and I. We could take care of ourselves for the most part, but she would always have to run around, driving us to places and buying us things we need and want. It must be pretty hard work to be her.

When I arrived in my large bedroom, I sunk down into my beanbag and just tried to relax. It was hard to relax when I had so many thoughts and feelings running through my head. Having two souls is hard work, in case you were wondering. My brain was overwhelmed and emotionally exhausted, which somehow caused my face to pale and become quite pasty looking. Looking in the mirror, I could tell why Mrs. Mitchell had sent me home. Wow, looks like I might be creating a new illness. Two soul syndrome, lucky me!

I shifted around in my beanbag, trying to get comfortable. I then grabbed my computer and logged on, accidentally misspelling my password twice. Honestly, I thought, get yourself together! Then immediately logged on to twitter. I first went to Phil's page, wondering if anything had happened while I was at school. Had his soullessness caused a twitterpocalypse?

There were no new tweets from Phil, and the last one he wrote being the tweet he directed at me. Why did I ever think asking Phil for his soul would be a good idea? It wasn't even that funny or clever anyway. Gosh, I am such an IDIOT!

I then thought to look at Dan's twitter page, Danisnotonfire, to see if he had anything to say about Phil's newly soulless condition. It did, in fact, show a few tweets.

Danisnotonfire: AmazingPhil is being strange what is going on

Danisnotonfire: I don't understand where has normal Phil gone

Danisnotonfire: Hey guys, AmazingPhil apparently had caught the *cough* asshole disease so don't be surprised if he's mean ^_^

Oh shit. It's all because of my stupid little tweet. I'm letting so many people down right now! How am I ever going to fix this?

Dan POV

What is going on with Phil? I honestly had no idea. Ever since I had gotten back from that shopping trip, he had been a complete, in the words of the angel Castiel, assbutt. It was like he had nothing holding him back from saying mean things. I know for a fact the old Phil would never say anything that cruel or mean to anyone, let alone his best friends.

Was it something that upset him? I didn't know what could have upset Phil while I was on that Grocery shopping expedition. As far as my knowledge goes, he didn't have a girlfriend that could have broken up with him. He hadn't fought with any friends or family members. He did say he was going to reply to some tweets yesterday. Maybe something happened and everyone started hating on him. Maybe he thinks no one likes him anymore and it's causing him to lash out at his friends.

When I opened the twitter app and turned to Phil's page, I found that my previous assumption was extremely inaccurate. His last tweet from yesterday was a reply to a question, directed at a girl called Cas. I proceeded to open the conversation.

casannette: AmazingPhil, can I have your soul?

AmazingPhil: casannette yes ^_^

I know this is crazy, but maybe this is why Phil has been acting so strangely. Maybe, somehow, his soul was transmitted to this random girl over the internet. But why would someone even ask for his soul? What's so great about it?

I decided to take action, the only way I knew how. Not by making a video about it, but by tweeting this Cas girl.

Danisnotonfire: casannette strange question, but do you currently have Phil Lester's soul? If you do, plz return it he needs it

Now I just have to wait for her to reply and we can sort out this mess together. Everything should be back to normal soon. Oh how wrong I was…