Criss Angel Is A Douchebag
"This isn't a trick, okay? I don't do tricks. This is a demonstration about demons and angels, love and lust." A man who stood on the sidewalk in a small town of Iowa said. He wore a leather jacket, a silver chain around his neck, more eyeliner than I was wearing at the moment and rings on his fingers as he flipped a deck of cards in his hands.
"What a douchebag." Dean remarked.
"That's Jeb Dexter." Sam stated as the man continued rambling.
"I don't even wanna know how you know that." Dean said as I straightened his tie.
"He's famous, kind of." Sam shrugged.
"Kind of?" I asked.
"For what?" Dean asked. "Douche-baggery?"
"No matter how messed up it gets, don't touch me, okay? For your own safety." Jeb told the crowd. He shut his eyes, exhaling before groaning and gasping.
Dean and I shared a look.
"Next time, we're listening to Si. She picks our next destination." Dean ran his hand up and down my side.
"Go back to hell, demon!" Jeb yelled, flicking the entire deck of cards at the window of the store. One stuck to the other side of the glass. An ace of diamonds. "Is this your card?"
The crowd applauded.
"You gotta be kidding me. A fake demon possession?" Dean asked as we began walking down the street. "I can't believe people actually fall for that crap."
"It's not all crap." Sam defended.
"What part of that was not a steaming pile of BS?" Dean asked.
"Okay, that was crap, but that's not all magicians." Sam corrected himself. "It takes skill."
"Well, I think people like that ruin the real magic out there." I said.
"Oh, right, right. I forgot. You were actually into this stuff, weren't you?" Dean asked Sam, smiling. "You had, like, a deck of cards and a wand--"
"Dude, I was 13. It was a phase." Sam defended himself.
"You were adorable." I teased.
"It just bugs me. Actually, it offends me." Dean said. "You know, playing at demons and magic when the real thing will kill you bloody."
"Like a guy who drops dead of ten stab wounds without a tear in his shirt?" Sam suggested.
"That's what I'm talking about." Dean nodded.
"I feel like we should just take the weekend off. Throw a party." I said as we walked down the street.
"A party?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Dean's birthday is in two days. We should throw a party."
"Hell no." Dean said.
"What? Why not?" I asked.
"If you throw me a party, I will--"
"Save the threats, cowboy." I patted his chest. "No party. Got it."
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"So did your boss have any enemies that you know of?" Dean asked as the assistant to the dead magician packed up four interconnected silver rings while we stood in a hotel room.
"Vance had plenty of enemies." Kelly answered.
"How so?" Sam asked.
"He would steal from other magicians all the time." She grabbed a long rainbow scarf from a bag, pulling it into her hand.
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Guided {Dean Winchester 4}
Fanfiction"You came back." I whispered, gripping him tight. "You're here." "I'm here." He whispered back, lips brushing my shoulders as his arms wound around me. "I'm here. I'll never leave you again." I was so happy I wanted to cry. I wanted to hold him here...
