Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first fic here and IDK why, but I am kinda nervous. It is based on the movie 'Music and Lyrics'. I totally loved that movie and decided that I should write a Destiel fic based on it. However, I've made some changes in the fic. But the plot remains the same, almost.
English is not my native language, so there might be few (or many, IDK) grammatical errors. So feel free to point them out. I would appreciate it, a lot. =D

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any of the characters present in this fic. They rightly and utterly belong to Eric Kripke and the show 'Supernatural'. If they belonged to me, I would've already paired them up together in the show *winks*. Also, I do not own the movie 'Music and Lyrics'. They belong rightfully to their creators, etc. My motive for writing this story is not money, it's the sheer pleasure I get writing Destiel. I hope this works. I am not looking forward to a lawsuit being filed against

Thanks a lot to Snehi, my bessie for being my beta reader. ^^


"Dreamers with empty hands
May sigh for exotic lands
It's autumn in New York
It's good to live it again."

~Billie Holiday.


"This is not fair Sammy. AT ALL. Look at me; here I am living in a $5500 per month rental apartment while that stupid son of a bitch is getting his ass pampered in a I-don't-know-how-many-million-dollars mansion!" Dean Winchester said, kicking the leather bean bag furiously across the room.

Dean Winchester was the member of the hit, or rather super hit band 'Northern Remains' of the early 2000s'. All the music albums of 'Northern Remains' topped the charts. The main mind behind the success of the band? It was Dean Winchester. It was his idea to create this band. Since the day he was born, it was his dream to have a band of his own. He loved the legendary band- Led Zeppelin. They served as an idol for the young boy. His father wanted him to be a car mechanic and carry on the family business, but he rebelled. He wanted to follow his dreams, which was to create a band.

He left Lawrence, his hometown with his 'baby', which was the beautiful '67 Chevy Impala and came to New York City. After spending several nights in the car or in a really tacky motel, he finally found the guy he was looking for. Here, he met Andrew, or Andy. Both of them instantly clicked. Both of them shared the same dream. Dean lead, Andy followed. Finally they found the other two guys, who would serve as the drummer and the guitarist for the band. After two whole years of dedication and sheer determination, Dean was successful in recording his band's first album 'Medieval Castle'. 'Medieval Castle' was instantly liked by the critics and the album topped the charts. They were approached by a huge, multinational recording company .But he decided to let Andy be the lead singer, while he preferred being the guitarist. He trusted Andy, which was the biggest mistake he had ever made.

For three years consecutively, they ruled the charts. Until one day, Andy betrayed and left the band because he was approached by a bigger company. The band disintegrated. Dean's dreams were shattered. He was broken; but yet he coped and didn't show a single emotion of hurt, he kept smiling, he continued conning the world with his charming smile, while deep down inside, he was utterly and completely crushed. He somehow managed and got out of this whole situation. Although his career was completely decayed, he still received a few requests to sing at certain festivals and occasions. He wanted to leave NYC and go back to Lawrence and get in the family business, but he was egoistic and prideful and he didn't want his dad to give him the biggest 'I told you so' lecture. So instead, he stayed in NYC and earned his living by singing at those small and less important occasions. His brother, Sam Winchester, decided to move to NYC to complete his study in law and help his brother in any way possible. He decided to be Dean's part time agent/manager.

Dean was completely fine. He was fine, until he saw the news. According to the reports, Andy apparently had bought a new mansion, signed up a deal for his own, personalized perfume and had apparently started a clothing line. Rumors have it that he was going to collaborate with the 'Flock of Seagulls'.

Dean tried holding his anger together, but he couldn't since he isn't Mr. Anger Management, and so the volcano of anger burning inside the older Winchester burst opened.

"Hey, hey, Dean, c'mon don't go breaking all the stuff just to get your anger out." Sam said, holding his brother with his hands placed firmly on the older Winchester's shoulder blades. Sam was frustrated and furious too, but he had to be calm for Dean. If both the brother's got angry, then even God can't save the planet. "He's a jerk ass. Everybody knows that. He doesn't deserve your attention."

Dean rolled his eyes and snapped back to his brother, "If everybody knows that he is a jerk ass then why is he always the big slash hot shot and how is everything he does making the headlines?"

Sam didn't know what to reply to his brother because talking to his brother when he is extremely furious is of no use. He stood there quietly for a while, letting Dean do whatever he wanted to cool off his anger.

"Flock of Seagulls, dude? Seriously? We toured with them in 2001 or 2 I guess, and we beat them severely. They cried like little girls." Dean said, kicking this life out of that poor bean bag.

Dean continued ranting for fifteen minutes before he was kind of cooled off. Sam took this opportunity to say something that he had wanted to say twenty five minutes ago, before he was attacked by the fork thrown towards him by his extremely angry brother.

"Uhh…Alright, listen. I've got something to say."

Dean threw a death glare towards his brother that completely said that 'This better be good or I'll break that nose of yours, you moose!' Sam gave him his bitch face #34 and ignored the look on his brother.

"You've been at my liquor." Dean said, giving another death glare to his brother. Both the brothers shared such a deep and unfathomed bond that they both could read each others' mind. Surprising, but true.

Sam fidgeted and finally broke down. "Yes. And do you know why?" Getting no response from his brother but another death glare, Sam continued to speak. "Because of her." He showed Dean the cover of 'Rolling Stone' that read 'Zen-sational Jo Beth' with a girl dressed in a hippie outfit.

"Who is she? Porn star? Jeez Sammy, I thought you said you didn't watch porn? My brother's all grown up! You, my brother, have made me proud." Dean teased, with a grim expression on his face.

Sam was surprised that his brother didn't know who Jo Beth was. Maybe it was because of the fact that Dean sticks to old school classic rock and refuse to acknowledge the present music trends; and also because he ignores reading newspapers (or ignores reading anything at all!)

He turned a color of peach blossom and spoke up, "Its Sam. And no, she is NOT a porn star Dean. Get your mind out of the gutter. She is Jo Beth. Biggest star in the world. Bigger than Britney and Christina put together. And guess who she loves?"

Dean had look of a complete loon on his face, still not catching what Sam was trying to say so he replied chuckling, "Her country?"

Sam shook his head, in disbelief that that this dumbass was his brother. "You, jerk."

"Bitch. Me?" Dean said, wide eyed and dumbfounded. "After all, I was the hottest one in the band. Of course she loves me! Everybody loves me! I guess it's because of my perky nipples. Don't you think, Sammy?" Dean chuckled.

Sam, like always ignored what his brother said, except the 'Sammy' part. "It's Sam. S-A-M, Sam. It's a three lettered name, Dean. Even a nine month old child can say that!" Sam took a deep breath and calmed himself. "Never mind. She's a huge 'Northern Remains' fan Dean, and she wants to meet you."

Dean stood in disbelief. His mind couldn't even interpret what Sam was trying to say. He was too shocked to know that that big shot bigger-than-Christina-and-Britney-put-together star wanted to meet him. Sam understood his brother very well, just the way Dean understood him. So he started speaking again, "Jo Beth, man! That is a really big opportunity D. You can't just ignore it. You gotta take it. Grab t-"

Sam was cut off by Dean who decided to speak up, out of nowhere, "All right. Wait, wait, wait. Is it even a good idea? Pros and Cons."

Sam walked up to the sleek velvety polyester couch and sat down with his elbows on his knees and started thinking. Dean just looked at him with a blank expression on his face, waiting for his brother's answer.

Sam animadverted, "Pros: She's a huge star, great publicity, terrific money."

Dean agreed and asked, "Cons?"

"No matter what you do, in fifty-sixty years, we'll both be dead."

Dean sighed and closed his eyes, trying to think what to do. "Okay. Huge star, great publicity, terrific money versus eventual death. I think we have to think about it." Dean said, nodding. "Yeah."

"Okay good, because Jo is shooting a video tonight. She wants to meet both of us right after." Sam said, taking out his BlackBerry from the back pocket, and started typing furiously.

Dean shocked, again at the sudden announcement, opined "Tonight? You had this whole thing planned, didn't you?" Sam looked up at him with his puppy face #3, which immediately worked up its way to Dean's heart. Realizing what his brother was doing to him, Dean cussed 'Bitch' under his breath which was immediately replied with a 'Jerk' from Sam.

Sam put down his BlackBerry on the table and stood up, and posed like 'Superman'. "Tonight, we meet Jo, brother." Sam announced.

Dean looked up at his brother and stared with wide eyes. "You look like a Giant 'Supermoose', Sasquatch." Dean chuckled, which earned him the infamous bitch face #23 from Sam.


This is it! I know you expected to see Cas in this chapter and I am so sorry, coz if I included Cas in this chapter, it would've ruined the whole story line. But don't worry; Cas will surely be in the next (or the next-to-next chapter, IDK.) Remember, 'Patience is a virtue'. ;)
Thanks a lot for reading this. Please review. Each reviewer receives a hug from shirtless Cas! =D And many cyber hugs from me, but I guess that's not much intriguing. So let's stick with Castiel. xD

Thanks again,
Evangeline.
xoxo