Get All Sentimental

Fandom: Supernatural

Rating: T

Genre: Humor, Romance

Pairing: Dean/Jimmy (Castiel), Sam/Gabriel

Summary: [Dean/Jimmy (Cas)] Jimmy Novak splits his time between going to college in his hometown of Pontiac and dressing up as his alter ego Castiel to sing in front of hundreds upon hundreds of people. How the hell no one has found out yet, he has no idea. He also had no idea about how much of an ass hat Sam's older brother actually was.

AN: Yes. This is real. Buckle up, sock puppets.

This is the first in a series of cheesy Disney AUs. I have four planned so far, but there could be more than that, if people want me to and I think of any others that I could do.

Thank you masterofmadness, for accepting the phrase "Hannah Montana AU" with grace and poise.

As always, enjoy :) X.

DISCLAIMER. I own nothing.

1. It's Just A Song

Sometimes, Jimmy Novak wishes that he was still a child.

Now that he's technically a responsible (apparently) adult, Chuck, his father, has decided that his youngest son is old enough to start making his own life choices. Which is, in Jimmy's opinion, a terrible idea. Most of the time, he can't even decide what he wants for breakfast in the morning, never mind important, crucial decisions that will affect the future of his career for the next for-fucking-ever. He really should have planned ahead when taking on this whole double life/secret identity thing.

Of course, when he had started, no one had really predicted what was going to happen. Jimmy was just a sixteen year old sophomore who liked to sing in the locker room after gym class, when everybody else had filtered out for the day. It wasn't his fault that someone, namely Luke, his older brother, had heard him and recruited the rest of the family to start spying on him in case he broke out into song, and they had set the wheels in motion. Jimmy, being cripplingly shy at the time, had all but refused to even step foot within a ten mile radius of a recording studio, even if there was the very likely possibility that nothing would ever come of it, which had led Chuck to suggest the idea of Castiel, the alter ego that no one would see through. Jimmy liked the idea at first, but, now, he was realising that he was kind of stuck with the guy, stuck with the fake stubble and the gruff voice.

Even so, how on earth no one has seen through him yet, he has no idea. He only has to take his glasses off and run his fingers through his hair to mess it up a little, and he looks almost exactly like he does when he's being Castiel, just without the stubble. Yet here he is, sitting in the cafeteria, studying from the electronic textbook he's downloaded onto his tablet, waiting for his friends to show up, just like everybody else.

Speaking of which -

"Jimmy!"

The sound of a familiar voice breaks his concentration. He glances up from the screen, glasses sliding down his nose as he does so, only to see Meg sliding into the seat beside him, closely followed by Amelia and Sam.

"Hey," he greets, adjusting his glasses. "Where's Gabe?"

"Who knows. Probably running around taking photos for his big photography brief." Sam rolls his eyes fondly at the mention of Gabe. "You know what he's like about all of that stuff."

"I've had nineteen years of that ass hat, so, yeah, I do." Jimmy rolls his eyes too. Sam adores Gabe, sometimes to the point of stupidity, in Jimmy's opinion; they're so sickeningly sweet to each other, it's boarding on tooth-rotting.

Meg taps her nails on the table, as she rips the plastic wrap off her salad. Clearly, her topic of conversation is more important than the topic of Jimmy's brother's whereabouts.

"Did you guys hear Castiel on the radio this morning?"

Amelia groans, looking like she's barely resisting the urge to smack her head against the tabletop. "God, please, not this again."

"Not what again?" Jimmy asks, feigning ignorance.

"Castiel's new song dropped on the radio this morning," Sam explains, gesturing to their mutual friend, "and Meg hasn't shut up about it."

"Hey!" She aims a shove at him across the table. "Don't you dare start attacking my unicorn; If it was your brother's song on the radio, you'd be just the same!"

"She's got a point," Jimmy says. None of them have actually met Dean, Sam's older brother, but his career had taken off a few years ago, only a year or so before Castiel's had, and now there are people out there who swoon when they even hear his name. From what Jimmy could remember from those early freshman days, Sam had been in high school at the time, and had been smothered from that point on. When they had all gotten to college, the guy had decided to forgo using his real name, enrolling himself as Sam Wesson to avoid being hassled.

"It's not that I'm not proud to be his brother," he said, at the time, when the others had questioned him about it. "I wouldn't change having Dean as my brother - or Adam, for that matter - for anything in the world, but it would be nice to be able to go to class without having someone come up to me and ask if I can get them Dean's autograph."

Jimmy had been in no position to judge that reasoning, after all. That's exactly the reason why, in the space of his three-year career, his double life has remained a secret to everyone outside of the family.

Amelia sniffs. "I don't see why you're getting so worked up over this." She tears off a chunk of her sandwich, as if to prove some kind of point. "It's just a song."

"Excuse me?" Meg almost sends her mouthful of salad spiralling across the table. Jimmy's debating whether or not to take cover for the rest of this conversation. Meg has been essentially in love with Castiel for the past two years, and he's not sure whether to feel flattered or fucking terrified by her fierce loyalty. "It is not just a song. It's an anthem, a classic. It's about the person you are on the inside, about letting it shine through; it's about someone, a person you care about, seeing the real you, not the act that we present to the world."

Jimmy raises an eyebrow. "Wow. That's deep." Deeper than what he was thinking when he wrote that song; he was just pissed off that he had overheard someone talking shit about him one day on the way home, prompting him to throw down his feelings into lyrical form.

Amelia and Sam both snort simultaneously.

"Uh hu," the redhead says, causing Meg to pout. "Sure it is."

The brunette glares at her. "When I'm living in a mansion with my soulmate, you will all be sorry you mocked his musical genius."

"Soulmate?" Jimmy repeats, trying to keep a straight face.

"Yes, Jimmy. Soulmate."

Sam and Amelia simply laugh, before quickly moving onto another topic of conversation before Meg can carry on talking about Castiel, her unicorn. Which Jimmy is incredibly grateful for; Meg has been his friend for a long time, but the idea of the two of them being soulmates is a little...unnerving, to put it nicely. He often finds himself wondering how Meg would ever react if she did find out that one of her best friends is, in fact, her "soulmate" - and, more often than not, finds himself pushing that idea to one side, because the answer usually involves him being murdered, if not gravely injured, in the wake of Meg's wrath.

And, true to her fangirl spirit, Meg isn't deterred by Sam and Amelia's changing of the subject. She still does not keep quiet about Castiel throughout that afternoon, muttering to Jimmy all the way through their New Media seminar, and all the way to her car, where Gabe and the others are waiting for them at the end of the day. They'd all decided to spend the evening at Sam's place, and Meg had been nominated the driver; Gabe had offered, but Jimmy quickly voted against the idea, for Gabe's driving skills are not the best in the world. Not that Meg is really any safer; she slams her foot on the gas as soon as the passenger doors are shut, switching on the radio and turning the volume up when she hears Castiel's new song come on. Jimmy tries to hide his wince at hearing his Castiel voice through the speakers, whilst Amelia makes a face from the back seat at having to hear it at all, but Meg merely sticks her tongue out at the redhead's reflection in the rear-view mirror, making sure to scream "I'm unusual, not so typical" louder than she perhaps would have done otherwise.

They camp outside on the front lawn when they make it to the Winchester household, not even bothering to venture inside, wanting to make the most of the slightly warm autumnal weather before it vanishes. Sam tries to read about three Pre-Law books at the same time, causing Gabe to laugh and wrap a comforting arm around him, whilst Amelia and Meg chat amongst themselves, but Jimmy's brain won't focus on the New Media thesis he's been given; instead, he's tapping his pencil lightly against the empty page of his notebook, trying to work out the lyrics to some melody only he can hear.

So what you see, is only half the story, there's another side of me.

Don't want to be, treated differently,

I want to keep it all inside.

"What's that?" Sam's trying to see what he's scribbling; Jimmy almost rips the page out of the notebook in his haste to hide it.

"Nothing," he says quickly. "Just, er - just some stuff I have to remember. No big deal, really." He switches to a safer topic of conversation. "How's Pre-Law going?"

Sam sighs heavily, Jimmy's list of "some stuff" forgotten, thankfully. "How do you think it's going?"

"Aw, don't look like that, Samsquatch." Gabe nuzzles the top of Sam's head. "You'll smash it, just like you do every assignment that you turn in."

"I know." Sam drops the book currently in his hands, glancing out into the distance, his eyes following the curve of the road. "I just don't -"

"What?" Jimmy prompts, after his sudden stop. "What is it?"

"I don't freaking believe it."

"What?" Jimmy follows his gaze, only to see a car - an old Chevy, black - pull up directly outside the house, before the driver, a guy about their age, in a plain sweater and jeans, all but jumps out, taking a moment to make sure that his sunglasses are perfectly straight on his face.

Sunglasses. Who the hell wears sunglasses in fucking autumn?

"Hiya, Sammy." The guy leans up against the fence as he speaks, cocky grin stretched across his face. "Miss me?"

Well, that's it for this chapter. Please don't hurt me. See you soon, my little sock puppets... ;) x