This is definitely and A.U story. My first. In this story, Dean and Sam are seventeen and thirteen but the music involved is from the last few years of last century up to this year. I'll have the music used and the artist put up after the epilogue when this story is done.

Ok, so from the summary, I guess you should know what this story is about; Dean is a singer in this story, wanting to attend the most prestigious performing art school in the country, he goes through hell and high water to make sure he gets in and stays there, and at the end of the school year so he can perform at the showcase. But can he do it? Read on and find out!

Plus, the Chance Music Academy is completely fake, there is no such thing- but if there is, let me know, its purely coincidental anyway. I couldn't be bothered to Google for a name anyway.

Live Your Dreams

Chapter 1

Dean was humming along to a song in the Impala, Sam sat next to him, occasionally glancing toward his brother. It wasn't rare to see his brother singing along to one of his songs, but it was always a form of entertainment. Especially when he didn't go all out with it, he had a good voice too.

They were following John's truck, no surprises there. The teens were tired, they had to switch drivers by one of them keeping their foot on the gas pedal and standing up so the other could come through and take over. It was uncomfortable for Dean to have his brother brush up from behind him, but he sucked it up. At least he could get some sleep.

But right now, he was back behind the drivers seat, blinking owlishly and following that... black speck in the distance! Shit! He was falling behind! He stepped on the gas pedal and they shot forwards, so they were almost bumper to bumper with the truck.

Sam's phone began to ring and he saw 'Dad' on caller I.D. "Yeah?" He asked.

"Tell your brother to keep up. We'll be stopping soon." John then ended the call, not even bothering with a simple goodbye, even though he was just ten feet infront of him. Sam shook his head with a sigh and re-told what their father had said.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally!" He relaxed a little in his seat. "I don't think I could keep driving any longer."

Sam had to agree with him, he doubted he could stay awake long enough to see where they were staying. He saw the left turning light on the truck pop to life and he didn't think Dean saw it. "He's turning left."

"I know, I saw." Dean turned left too, seeing a motel in the distance. "As long as it has a bed, I won't complain by how shot it is."

Sam nodded, ready to crash and burn. They watched their father turn into the parking lot. Dean followed and took the empty parking space to the right of the truck. John got out at the same time his boys did.

"Man," Sam sighed, stretching his legs. "That ten hour drive was the worst!"

"You're not wrong there," John agreed.

Dean rolled his head around in a circle. "No stops, only at lunch... Dad, that was the worst drive you have ever put us through. Even if we were tight on schedule. The lunar cycle doesn't start until tomorrow."

"I know," John replied. "Which is why I wanted to get here a day early, so we're not rushing around like chicken's with their heads cut off. I'll go get the room."

Dean and Sam sat on the bonnet of the car and out of the blue, Dean started to sing a song his brother had never heard of before.

"Nice voice," Sam commented.

Blushing furiously because he thought little brother wouldn't hear him, Dean stopped. "Shut up."

Laughing, Sam said, "No, I mean it."

"Yeah right."

"Ever thought about becoming a singer?"

Dean looked his brother right in the eye. "Even if I did, would it matter? Dad would never let me."

Sam gave him a knowing look. "So that means you have?"

Dean was spared by answering when John came up to them. "We're on the second floor." Which was good because there was only two floors. Dean probably would have protested silently because of the height if there had been more then two.

They grabbed their bags from the back of the Impala and the boys followed their father to their room.

Dean saw that this was not like a normal motel. There was a main area, like a loungeroom with the small kitchen connecting with it. Then there was three doors down a small hallway. The bathroom was right at the end, and two bedrooms on the left and right walls of the hallway.

John opened the door on the left end. Two singles. "Guys, this is your room." Dean huffed and walked in throwing his bags down and crashing on the bed closest to the door. "Sam, get your butt in here!"

Sam complied and almost ran to the bed and jumped on it.

"Break it, why don't you?" Dean teased.

"Shut up," Sam muttered, sneering at his brother.

John shook his head, struggling to keep a smile off his face. The antics of his son's was like watching a fight on a football pitch- interesting. He went into his own room and crashed as well, feeling the same way his boys did.

They all fell asleep in a matter of minutes, finally getting the rest they wanted.

Dean was the first one to wake that morning. He jumped in the shower and started to sing a song that was completely made up as he went along. He stopped immediately when he heard one of the doors open which meant someone else- probably John- was awake.

He didn't want them to know he wanted to sing instead of hunt. He knew how John would take it, almost like an insult. Also he'd think that his eldest would want to give up the quest to find the demon that killed Mary.

Dean didn't want to betray his family. But he wanted to sing- he needed to sing, it was like a part of him that he couldn't seem to get rid of. Every time he had spare time when no one else was around, he would sing.

"Dean, hurry it up in there!" Sam shouted, banging on the door and making his older brother jump.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute!" Dean turned off the water and grabbed his towel and dried himself off and got changed as quickly as he could because Sam was a grumpy kid in the morning. "Here, get in you grump."

Sam pushed past him. "Heard you singing by the way," he said as he closed the door.

Dean gawked at the closed door for a moment before snapping out of the trance. Sam could easily have been lying, he might have been teasing him because of when he sang last night.

Running a hand through his hair, sending droplets of water flying around in the air, he walked down the hallway and crashed on the lounge. Out of all the motel rooms he had been in, he liked this one the most.

"Hey, Dean," John said, coming out of his room dressed in jeans, black shirt and his favourite jacket.

Dean smiled up at him. "Hey, Dad."

"Where's Sammy?"

Pointing backwards, he replied, "Bathroom. Interrupted my shower."

John laughed. "Sounds like him."

"Does not!" Sam growled from behind them.

Dean arched his neck back across the lounge to look at him upside down. "Come on, Sammy. It so does."

Sam smacked his brother lightly on the exposed throat. "No Dean, it doesn't and the name is Sam."

"Sure whatever you say, Sammy."

John sensed a fight brewing. "Alright boys, that's enough."

Sam stared at John with wide eyes and gestured toward the middle Winchester. "You're just gonna let him get away with it? My name is Sam."

Dean grinned. "Course he is, I'm awesome."

"Your dead!"

Sam grappled his brother, who stood up so he could easily get the better of his little brother. John stood up, pulling the boys off each other like he had to do so many times since Dean was thirteen and Sam was old enough to start fight training himself. "I said enough!"

Nobody heard him because the boys were still trying to get at each other. So John did what he always had to do. He took Sam down easily, who had enough sense to stay down- except when he got up to sit on the lounge and watch John try to take Dean down.

John had to admit, Dean was really good. It took a lot more effort to stop his eldest son. Soon, it turned out that he was giving both his son pointers.

"Remember Dean, keep that hand up near your face. Good shot!" He wheezed at the jab to his stomach. Dean's foot then connected with the edge of the lounge and he lost his balance, going with the flow as he fell on his back and flipped back up.

Sam was in awe of Dean, he wished he could do that.

John was grinning. "Sam, come help me out a bit."

"What?" Dean asked in horror. "I can't take on two people! That's unfair!"

"Well, we'll see what you can and can't do, won't we?" John asked as Sam took his defensive stance beside him.

It was a flurry of arms and legs that Dean blocked and got away from. Kicking John in the midsection, he grabbed Sam's arm and flipped him onto his back. An upper cut to the face took him down and he stayed there in a daze until he saw his father leaning over him.

"Son, are you alright?"

Blinking, Dean asked, "What?"

Sam was there, a huge grin on his face. "Dad knocked you out. I guess we win."

"Only because it was a triple threat! I couldn't take on the two of you by myself!"

John grabbed his eldest's arm and hoisted him to his feet. "You did pretty good for someone who thought they couldn't do it."

Dean swelled at the praise from his father. It wasn't often he got it. "Did I do anything wrong?"

"Try not to divert most of your attention to one person, take one down and go after the other immediately. If you get distracted by one, it leaves you vulnerable to attack by the other." John patted Dean on the shouler. "Sam, good work too."

"Though he's a light-weight," Dean put in.

"I'm thirteen, you have a lot more experience then I do."

John shrugged. "Shouldn't mean anything though, Sam. Dean could have had that training and still come out of it like a blundering fool."

"Hey!" Dean shouted, hurt by the comment. "I would not have!"

"It was just an example." John shook his head. "Right, we got to get ready to take on this werewolf tonight, ok?"

When his boys nodded, they got down to business.

***

Dean had decided to leave the Impala at the motel, because his car was not made to go through the terrain they had to cross to get where they needed to be. It was weird sitting in John's truck. Dean didn't think he had been in it so far, the Impala was the car for him. It was especially weird that there was no back seat, only a three person seat up the front. Sam sat in the middle, knowing how much Dean would hate it.

The ride was bumpy once they got off the bitumen road and onto a rocky, weed filled track. Dean had made the mistake of opening the window because he and Sam almost ate a faceful of weeds that drove John insane because it was now all over the inside of his truck.

Dean promised he'd clean it up, shrinking back into his seat like he wanted to pass through it.

Finally, they reached the spot. Dean got out moving out of the way for Sam. "Its full moon, isn't it? Shouldn't we be able to at least hear them?"

"Not exactly," John said, coming around to meet the boys and handing them both a gun. "They'd probably just be starting to come from wherever now unless they have already gone."

Dean started to walk forwards, seeing something in the dirt. "No way... Someone has already been here. Their not hunters, these aren't boot marks. Its like... joggers or something. Teenagers. They go all the way into the brush just up ahead." He started to walk toward said brush.

"Dean, be careful!" John growled, beckoning Sam to follow him so they could catch up to the middle Winchester.

Suddenly Dean cried out as something caught hold of his leg and dragged him away.

John and Sam broke out into a run toward him. "No!" They shouted together, John slid down baseball style, seeing his son's hand sticking out, grasped it and pulled. Sam bent down and helped and Dean's head was visible, eyes closed and bloody. They kept tugging, whatever had a hold on him had relenquished it and Dean was out of the bush, in their arms.

They had to get him back in the car, so John picked his eldest in his arms and ran to the truck and placed Dean safely inside it.

Two werewolves were not what they had expected, Sam backed up, extending his gun forward and taking the safety off. He shot one, getting it in the arm. "Crap!" He shot again, whizzing over the werewolf's head.

John focused his attention on the other one, jumping out of the way when it made a surprising leap toward him. It smashed into the door of the truck and Dean's eyes, which had been opening blearily, snapped into focus.

Sam rolled across the ground as the other werewolf did the same. He lifted the gun as the werewolf was right on top of him, but the gun was jammed. Suddenly, two loud shots had the werewolf collapsing on top of him.

He pushed it off, expecting to see John there with his gun raised, but it was Dean, who was leaning heavilly on the truck. "You ok Sammy?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Sam replied. "Thanks."

John was taking down the other werewolf, he wasted no bullets, waiting for just the right moment to attack. He heard the gunshots and a whimper, so that must mean they had one less to worry about. As the last one lunged, he shot, but he was not the only one to do so. Three bullets pierced the heart of the werewolf and it stopped in mid-air and then crashed to the ground. He turned around, Sam and Dean had their own guns raised, Dean leaning on his brother. '

"Great minds think alike," Dean commented, getting a grin out of Sam. "Can we go back now? I doubt the rest are going to come out now, if there is anymore around here."

John nodded. "Yeah, we better go. You," he pointed to his eldest, "need to get patched up and so do you Sam. Got quite scratched."

They got back into the truck, and was back at the motel in minutes.

Dean entered first, stepping on a few papers that were stashed under the door. "Dad, this is yours the rest is garbage. Just ad stuff." He searched through them and stopped at one. It was a music school in Los Angeles they were taking in auditions.

"What's that?" Sam asked, seeing his brother reading something with attention. He tried to look at it over Dean's shoulder but he turned away, hiding it.

"Its nothing." He had to go to this audition because he didn't have enough money to buy or rent a video camera.

Sam tried to snatch it, but Dean promptly shoved him away. "Sure its nothing, you won't even let me look at it!"

"Because it really is nothing."

John came into the room clutching the first aid kit. "Come on guys, sit down on the lounge."

As Sam turned away from him, Dean pocketed the ad, making sure he would go there before the end date of the auditions. He sat beside his brother and said no more, feeling a little confident about his chances to attend the auditions.

To Be Continued...

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