Chasing Dreams (A Destiel AU)

Chapter One

Cas's POV
I turned off the camera with a small smile on my face, looking at the paper covered lens. I bit my lip. "One day." I then plugged it into my laptop and uploaded it. As the video posted and was attacked by the hundreds of thousands of subscribers I somehow managed to get, I sighed. I have to get to work.... why can't I just stay here and work on one of the few original songs I have? I got up and ran my hand over my new kitten, De's, back. Another day working at the library.

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Dean's POV

I had been watching this person's Channel for 3 months now, and I'm tired of the suspense. "Charlie! I need you to get this guy! I want him to open for my tour, please??" I gave her my best puppy eyes and she rolled her eyes but agreed. She's been my best friend ever since I was 6. We met a year after me and...... no. Forget him, he's not good enough. If he was, he'd be with you. He'll only drag you down Dean. "I'll schedule to meet him here next week, is that okay?" "Yes great!" I grinned. This so called UnknownMusician won't be unknown for long.

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Cas's POV

I walked into my apartment at around 9:30 that night, exhausted. I pulled out my cell phone for the first time since work, and found a voicemail. I only have one friend, and she only texts me, who the hell?....

I pressed listen. "Hello Sir, this is Charlie Bradbury, I have a client that is interested in you. Please meet me at Nova Records tomorrow at 2 in the afternoon so you and I may talk." Charlie?? I knew she hit it big a few years ago with many great clients.....I didn't know she worked at Nova. I messed with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a friendship bracelet that said 'ride o' on half of a puzzle piece on a piece of black paracord. Dean gave it to me when we were 7..... his said 'r die'. I know he doesn't wear it anymore. You never see it if you look at his performances on YouTube ever since he was discovered at 14, and it does kill me inside. Hopefully at the meeting with Charlie, Dean won't be there. I know they're still in contact, she's his manager. I sigh and just eat dinner and shower before heading to bed.

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*next day*

I walked into the building in a plain white shirt, my favorite Jean jacket, my black skinny jeans, black converse, and my eyebrow and lip piercing in. I found what room I needed to go to and walked to it. When I entered I nearly cried when I saw the redhead I haven't seen in 8 years, sitting at a table. "H-Hi." I said awkwardly from the doorway, doing a little half wave. Charlie looked up at me and smiled. "Hi! I'm Charlie Bradbury, come, sit!" I did as she said, playing with my hands. "Okay kid, tell me about yourself." she said, turning to face me. "Uhm....I'm 21. I live by myself if you don't count my cat. I named De after an old friend of mine..." I smiled Sadly. "I work at the local library, and I enjoy music." I finished. "That's nice.... But what's your name?" And there's the question. I looked down and mumbled my name quietly so she wouldn't hear. "What was that?" She leaned closer. "Look.... I-I don't know if you want to know my name...." Why wouldn't I? Are you some kind of killer?" I sighed as she laughed. "Charlie. My name, you already know. I know who you are. I know that your favorite color is yellow because that's the color of the shirt your first girlfriend Dorothy wore when you had your first kiss. I know that you absolutely adore Hermione Granger. I even know your first wet dream was about her!" I exclaimed, then went dark red in embarrassment as she looked at me with frightened eyes. "I-I think you should leave before I call security." "Charles. My name is Castiel Novak." I told her. Immediately her eyes became confused before she slapped me across the face, then wrapped me in a hug. "How is it you remember my Hermine dream you asshole?! Cassie, I should beat your head in, it's been so long!" I hugged her tight "I know Charles... I-I was gonna look up your number and call you.... but I was afraid he'd pick up..." She slapped me again. "You know he's not allowed to touch my tech. Even when we were little. Now get your ass up. We are going to go out and get caught up." I laughed. "Okay, but if you-know-who ever asks.....I'm Jimmy Cox, okay?" "Yeah whatever, I'll make sure to tell Voldemort your fake name." This time it was my turn, as I slapped her arm as she smirked and laughed. As we walked down the voice, I heard the voice I recognized from his many interviews. "Charles? Is that him? Hi, I'm Dean Winchester! What's your name?" I panicked. "He's Jimmy Cox, see you later Voldemort!" And she grabbed my arm and dragged me outside, laughing at Dean's confused face. Thank God for Charlie Bradbury.