Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 9, 2015 17:04:16 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FOUR. EPISODE TWELVE.
The Winchesters headed side by side down the sidewalk in Sioux City, Iowa. Everywhere around them were posters advertising Magic Week which they were in the middle of at that very moment. A large crowd was gathered up ahead, seeming to be circling around a man dressed all in black, wearing several varieties of shiny silver jewelry pieces. He was holding a deck of cards and addressing the crowd. "This, this isn't a trick, okay? I don't do tricks. This is a demonstration about angels and demons, love and lust...all the stuff mixed up in my head." Dean made a face. "What a douchebag" he muttered. "That's Jeb Dexter" Sam replied as they approached the crowd, which Dean now noticed also had a few camera crew members in it as well. He shook his head. "I don't even want to know how you know that." "He's famous" Sam explained as Jeb continued addressing the crowd with the warning of, "but whatever happens, no matter how messed up it gets, don't touch me, okay? For your own safety." "Kind of" Sam amended with half a smile. "For what" Dean snorted. "Douchebaggery?"
Before Sam could say anything Jeb was jerking around like he was mid-seizure, gasping and clenching his eyes shut. After a few seconds, he threw the cards in his hands at the window of the nearest store, shouting, "Go back to hell demon!" When the cards had all fluttered to the ground, everyone could see that there was one left, sticking to the window. Jeb ran his hand over the glass to show that the card was actually inside the store. Jeb honed his attention in one of the girls in the crowd closest to him. "Is this your card?" The girl nodded, looking impressed, and the whole crowd burst into applause. Well...all but two.
"You've got to be kidding me" Dean griped as he and Sam turned and headed in the opposite direction. "A fake demon possession?" Rolling his eyes, he added, "I can't believe people actually fall for that crap." "It's not all crap" Sam objected. "What part of that was not a steaming pile of BS" Dean wanted to know in exasperation, gesturing over one shoulder. "Okay, yes, THAT was crap" Sam relented. "But that's not all magicians. It takes skill." Dean stopped walking, turning to face Sam with a grin. "Oh, right, right, I forgot. You were actually into this stuff, weren't you? I mean, you had...you had, like a deck of cards and a wand." "Dude I was thirteen" Sam protested. "It was a phase." Dean moved past this, his grin fading slightly. "Just—it bugs me. Actually, it offends me. You know, playing at demons and, and magic, when the real thing will kill you bloody." Sam's own smile had fizzled out by this point too, looking quite serious. "Like a guy who drops dead of ten stab wounds without a single tear in his shirt?" Dean nodded grimly, beginning to walk again.
"Exactly."
The Winchesters headed side by side down the sidewalk in Sioux City, Iowa. Everywhere around them were posters advertising Magic Week which they were in the middle of at that very moment. A large crowd was gathered up ahead, seeming to be circling around a man dressed all in black, wearing several varieties of shiny silver jewelry pieces. He was holding a deck of cards and addressing the crowd. "This, this isn't a trick, okay? I don't do tricks. This is a demonstration about angels and demons, love and lust...all the stuff mixed up in my head." Dean made a face. "What a douchebag" he muttered. "That's Jeb Dexter" Sam replied as they approached the crowd, which Dean now noticed also had a few camera crew members in it as well. He shook his head. "I don't even want to know how you know that." "He's famous" Sam explained as Jeb continued addressing the crowd with the warning of, "but whatever happens, no matter how messed up it gets, don't touch me, okay? For your own safety." "Kind of" Sam amended with half a smile. "For what" Dean snorted. "Douchebaggery?"
Before Sam could say anything Jeb was jerking around like he was mid-seizure, gasping and clenching his eyes shut. After a few seconds, he threw the cards in his hands at the window of the nearest store, shouting, "Go back to hell demon!" When the cards had all fluttered to the ground, everyone could see that there was one left, sticking to the window. Jeb ran his hand over the glass to show that the card was actually inside the store. Jeb honed his attention in one of the girls in the crowd closest to him. "Is this your card?" The girl nodded, looking impressed, and the whole crowd burst into applause. Well...all but two.
"You've got to be kidding me" Dean griped as he and Sam turned and headed in the opposite direction. "A fake demon possession?" Rolling his eyes, he added, "I can't believe people actually fall for that crap." "It's not all crap" Sam objected. "What part of that was not a steaming pile of BS" Dean wanted to know in exasperation, gesturing over one shoulder. "Okay, yes, THAT was crap" Sam relented. "But that's not all magicians. It takes skill." Dean stopped walking, turning to face Sam with a grin. "Oh, right, right, I forgot. You were actually into this stuff, weren't you? I mean, you had...you had, like a deck of cards and a wand." "Dude I was thirteen" Sam protested. "It was a phase." Dean moved past this, his grin fading slightly. "Just—it bugs me. Actually, it offends me. You know, playing at demons and, and magic, when the real thing will kill you bloody." Sam's own smile had fizzled out by this point too, looking quite serious. "Like a guy who drops dead of ten stab wounds without a single tear in his shirt?" Dean nodded grimly, beginning to walk again.
"Exactly."
