As this fic is a SPN adaptation of the movie 'Love Actually', neither the story line nor most of the dialogues belong to me. Obviously I made a few changes, took a few artistic liberties to make it fit with the characters I used.

I didn't use all the pairings from the movie, as there are so many and I hope I didn't leave out your favorite pairing but there are still many left. Also I thought about letting this take place in the States but ran into a few problems and decided to leave it in London. Since I am more familiar with American English I used that, I hope it won't bother anyone.

This part is really short, the next chapters will be longer, as they will each cover one week of the five weeks before Christmas and then Christmas Eve.

Okay, the author's note is almost over. RosesandThorns666 this is for you. I hope it cheers you up, hun.

Prologue

Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow airport. General opinion makes out that we live in a world of hatred and greed but I don't see that. Seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy but it's always there. Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers none of the phone calls from people on board where messages of hate or revenge, they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.

"I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes," the man, who had been getting on in years, sang. He was trying for a comeback with a Christmassy remake of 'Love is all around'. It wasn't easy to remember to change the lyrics and he'd screwed up quite a few times already during this recording and his manager, a man named Crowley, was looking at him, pleading with his eyes to get it right this time.

Bobby adjusted his trucker hat that was a part of him, rubbed his bearded chin and concentrated. "Christmas is all around me."

At this, the correct lyrics, Crowley threw his arms up in relief and smiled widely.

"And so the feeling grows," Bobby continued. "It's written in the wind, it's everywhere I go. So if you really love Christmas, come on and let it snow." He stopped there, this shit was hard to sing with a straight face and he told the room exactly what he thought of it.

"This is shit, isn't it?"

"Yep, solid gold shit, love," Crowley beamed at him. With the right promotion the song would be a hit, no matter how terrible it was and it made both of them, artist and manager smile happily.

They were trying for this year's Christmas number one song but it was still a long road to get there. But the old flannel shirt wearing singer and his manager, who didn't seem to fit with Bobby in his smart, tailored black suit, had been through a lot together over the years. Somehow they had always made it and they would make it again this time and be back on top, at least for a while.

Next chapter should be up soon. Hope you enjoyed so far.