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Hallelujah
Dean awoke with a start when his bedroom door flung open; he bolted straight up in his bed as his younger siblings barreled into the room.
Jo ripped the blankets from the bed, while Sam seized Dean and tried to drag him from his prone position. Dean stared in confusion clutching a pillow defensively.
“Today’s the day! Your suitcase is packed and in the truck, we have to leave in an hour, and Ellen has breakfast waiting for us.”
Dean stared at his clearly excited siblings blankly.
“The hell are you talking about Sammy?”
Sam and Jo shared a look before sighing heavily; Sam unfolded a piece of paper from his back pocket and shoved it under Dean’s nose.
“Not this audition crap again Sammy. I told you no.”
“And Jo and I said yes. Now get up.”
Dean rolled his eyes and sighed before climbing out of bed and glaring at his younger brother.
“After breakfast I’m going back to bed. I told you I’m taking that football scholarship. That’s a guarantee. This audition is just a shot in the dark.”
Sam rolled his eyes as Jo made agreeing noises and began to usher him down the stairs.
Dean willingly followed his nose into the large kitchen where Ellen reigned supreme, waiting in front of his seat was a plate loaded down with pancakes and bacon, and a mug of coffee, made just the way he liked it. Chick creamer and all.
“Ellen, you are amazing, and I will kick the ass of anyone who says different.”
Ellen brushed a kiss across the top of Dean’s head before sitting opposite to him.
“Dean, Bobby and I want you to know, that we’re going to be proud of you no matter what. If you take the football scholarship; if you go to this audition, no matter what. But I think we all know you don’t love football the way you love music.”
Dean sighed and stared into his mug, as if the creamer could spell out the answer to his dilemma.
“I suppose it can’t hurt to try.”
Jo cheered and threw her arms around his neck.
“After the audition we’ll go get mani/pedi’s and I’ll tell all the guys you lost a bet. Deal?”
Dean smiled at his younger sister, and nodded.
Sam wolfed down the last bite on his plate.
“Okay time to load up, it’s a long drive to Austin.”
The three teenagers filed out into the dark yard and clambered up into an old work truck, before pointing it down the highway, chasing down a dream.
Dean had fallen asleep with his head against the door of the truck, and Jo’s head on his shoulder, and Sam grinned at his siblings as he turned into the parking lot of the hotel, and slid the truck into a parking spot.
Sam leaned his head against the truck seat, and smiled at his siblings. He smoothed the flier for the audition out on the dash and smiled at the bright colors proclaiming the American series of auditions for the upcoming season of K-Pp star. He turned to look at Dean and felt hope tug at his chest.
Few things made Dean happy. He played football, because it made Bobby happy, not because he loved it. He worked hard at school to please Ellen, not for any real love of it. He worked on the ranch because it was necessary. But K-Pop that he loved.
When Sam had first seen the flier for the Austin auditions, he immediately found himself thinking that here was a chance for Dean to do what he loved. To be himself. But when he had shown Dean the flier, Dean had simply glanced at the flier and shoved it back in Sam’s hands. Sam could see Dean’s life laid out in front of him.
Football scholarship to the University of Texas.
Study biology.
Work on the ranch.
Settle down with a nice local girl.
Have a few children.
Grow old on the Ranch just like Ellen and Bobby.
But in all this life laid out in front of Dean there was something that Sam couldn’t see. Real happiness.
The way Sam figured it, this audition was Dean’s shot at real, incandescent happiness.
Dean stirred at the lack of motion in the vehicle and blinked at Sam.
“We here Sammy?”
Sam nodded and Dean shook Jo gently, Jo stirred brushing her hair out of her face.
“Hi.”
Jo murmured blinking in the early morning sunlight.
“Hey there, we’re at the hotel; why don’t we go check in and you can go back to sleep?”
Jo nodded sleepily, and when she stumbled a little climbing from the truck, Dean crouched and allowed her to hop on her back.
Jo leaned against Dean’s shoulder, Sam grabbed the bags, and the three made their way into the hotel lobby.
The lobby was papered with fliers for the upcoming audition, and Sam grinned at the way Dean went pale, he noticeably took a deep breath, and made his way to a bench where he could sit Jo down while Sam checked in.
Sam loped back over to Dean and Jo,
“So good news and bad news. They have a room, and they’re close to the audition site, but two beds and a pull out sofa is the best I can do.”
Dean nodded, shrugging Jo back into her spot on his back.
“That’s fine I’ll crash on the sofa.”
Sam rolled his eyes and held up the room key.
Dean nodded and followed Sam to the elevator and the room.
Dean laid Jo down on the nearest bed, and gently pulled a blanket up to her shoulders, he smiled down at his sleeping sister for a moment before turning to Sam.
“Okay so tell me how this all works Sammy.”
Sam dug around in his bag for a moment before pulling out some printed pages and handing them over quietly.
Dean scanned the pages before looking at Sam with a terrified expression
“I have to dance?”
He whispered fiercely, and got no sympathy from Sam.
“Like we haven’t all seen you dancing out in the fields. You’ll be fine Dean, you’re talented.”
Dean huffed,
“There’s a huge difference between goofing around in the fields, and the kind of choreography these routines require Sammy. I haven’t learned one, and I sure as hell can’t throw one together on the fly.”
Sam sighed heavily.
“What about that song, by Jong something or other?”
Dean stared at him in amazement for a moment, he had no clue that anybody had ever actually paid attention to his K-Pop obsession.
“Hallelujah? It might have just enough choreo to work.”
Sam smiled and clapped Dean on the shoulder.
“I even packed your leather pants.”
Dean rolled his eyes before stopping mid roll and turning to stare at Sam.
“I don’t own leather pants.”
Sam just grinned and wandered off to set up the fold out couch.