Karoline still looked tired when they arrived, but Alayna had managed to catch a decent amount of sleep, so the cobwebs were starting to clear from her head. Grabbing a coffee from a little corner stand, she loaded it up on creamer and sugar and passed it silently to her weary sister who smiled gratefully for the thought. "Thanks, Layna," she said softly as they started to walk along the street toward a group of people gathered around a young magician. The man was made up with dark eyeliner, his hair black and spikey, and sporting a slightly gothic look with a black leather jacket. He looked around the crowd talking about the supernatural. This garnered their attention and they pushed a little closer to listen up to where Dean and Sam were already.
"This, this isn't a trick, okay? I, I, I don't do tricks. This is a demonstration about demons and angels, love and lust..."
"What a douchebag," Dean muttered, taking Karoline's coffee right out of her hand and taking a sip.
She looked at her empty hand for the longest time before looking over at Dean with narrowed eyes, "You're the douchebag, douchebag."
"...all that stuff mixed up in my head," the magician continued without missing a beat.
"That's Jeb Dexter," Sam commented and Dean rolled his eyes.
"I don't even want to know how you know that," he said.
"He's famous," Alayna said with a grin, "well, kind of."
"... but whatever happens," Jeb continued, oblivious to their conversation. "...no matter how..."
"For what?" Dean asked, leaning toward her. "Douchebaggery?" Alayna sniggered at his comment and Sam sighed.
"...messed up it gets, don't touch me, okay?" Jeb said to the crowd. Alayna paused and inhaled deeply and looked on curiously, wondering where he was going with this performance. He exhaled, shaking his head and then his whole body started to shake like he was having a seizure. He reached out with one hand holding a deck of cards and which he turned and sent flicking toward the window behind him. "Go back to Hell, Demon!" He yelled. A card stuck to the window and Alayna looked over the shoulder of a woman in front of her to see it was an ace of diamonds. Jeb stepped back, dragging his hand across the glass, trying to move the card, but it was on the other side of the glass and not going anywhere.
"Is this your card?" He asked and the crowd erupted into applause.
"You've got to be kidding me," Dean muttered, swallowing the rest of his coffee and throwing his empty cup in a bin nearby. "A fake demon possession?" He started to walk along the street, away from the performer. Sam and the girls followed closely behind.
"I can't believe people actually fall for that crap," Dean said.
"It's not all crap," Sam argued, walking a little faster until he'd caught up and was able to pace alongside Dean.
"What part of that was not a steaming pile of BS?" Dean asked, stopping to point back at the performer who was still talking to the crowd and waving his arms around.
"Okay, that was crap, but that's not all magicians," Sam agreed. "It takes skill."
"Oh, right, right, I forgot. You were actually into this stuff, weren't you?" Dean said, smirking at his little brother. "I mean you had, you had like a deck of cards and a wand, Alayna was even your little assistant," he said, turning to Alayna with a smile.
"Dude, I was thirteen. It was a phase," Sam said, rolling his eyes.
Karoline shook her head at them with a smile before her face turned serious. "Still... that does kind of bug me. Playing at demons and magic, when the real thing will kill you bloody," The blonde said, and the boys nodded their agreement.
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Breathe ~ Supernatural Fanfiction
Fanfiction[Book 4 of 14] {Completed} "Dean is alive." They were only three words. Three simple words, but the effect they had on her was anything, but simple. Her voice caught in her throat at just the sound of his name. She inhaled sharply, almost forgettin...
