Me: This might just stay a one shot or I might make it a multi chapter story. It depends on what you guys think, so read and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
This is a spin off from 4.12: Criss Angel Is a Douchebag.
"Sammy, you'd love this place. Hell, you'd be in heaven," Dean said into the cell phone.
"Yeah, Dean, whatever. I was thirteen. It was a phase," Sam said. "You're going to be back in time for my wedding, right? You're not going to die the same way the magicians did, are you?"
"Sam, whoever pulled me outta Hell must have wanted me at the wedding of yours. Besides, you managed to get a girl to marry you. Can't miss that," Dean said. "And there's no way in Hell I'm going to be taken out by a bag of hocus pocus."
"'Hocus pocus'? I think you've been in Magic Town for too long," Sam said.
"You're telling me," Dean snorted.
"So I'll tell Sarah you say hi,"
"Yeah, you do that," Dean said. "Gotta go."
"Ladies and gentlemen, a wonder for your eyes," Dean paused at the line. In "Magic Town," U.S.A., the line wasn't too unusual but the way it had been said was. The voice could have been stating that the sky is blue. It wasn't a voice used to draw a crowd but there was one and Dean fought his way to the front, wondering whether it was his tricks or the man's appearance and apparel that drew a crowd.
From the back, he saw a trench coat and slacks. As he made his way to the front, he began to notice the black slacks, the white collared shirt that was unbuttoned two buttons, the loose tie, and the disheveled appearance that gave him a just-had-sex look. The dude was fucking hot. Then he noticed the eyes when the man looked at him. He had wide blue eyes that seemed to delve straight into Dean's soul and then some.
"But first, I'll need an assistant," the man said, his blue eyes twinkling in amusement as if he and Dean had just shared a good joke. For some reason, Dean found himself volunteering, despite the fact he believed that the magic the blue eyed magician performed was just a bag of tricks. The man seemed to forget all concepts of the term "personal space" as he grabbed Dean's wrist and dragged him to the front.
"What's your name?" he asked Dean who cleared his throat.
"Dean. Dean Winchester," Dean said.
"Dean. I like that," the man said quietly and seemed to smile but it wasn't really a smile but it didn't explain why Dean's heart seemed to skip a beat and give Dean the accursed chick flick moment.
"Ladies and gentlemen please give my assistant a hand," he said, his voice suddenly seeming a lot more excited then it had several minutes before. "I am Castiel and this is my assistant, Dean! Now Dean, please examine this deck for me." Dean looked at the deck, shuffling through it.
"Should I also shuffle it?" Dean joked.
"If you wish," Castiel said calmly. Dean's eyebrows rose and he did shuffle it, handing the cards back to Castiel. "Now if you please, choose a card." Dean did so- two of hearts- and Castiel took the deck back. Castiel took a bow, taking his top hat off.
"Now I have - where did that come from?" Castiel asked, looking genuinely confused as a dove flew out of his top hat that even Dean had to laugh along with the crowd. The bird landed on Castiel's shoulder and Dean thought it was rather befitting.
"Dean, this is your card?" Castiel asked, pulling a two of hearts out. Dean's mouth dropped slightly and he nodded. Castiel smiled then and then took a bow, making the dove vanish in his top hat.
"And as thanks to my lovely assistant," Castiel said, turning his blue eyes on Dean. "A rose, rather befitting, wouldn't you say?" Dean was speechless as he took the flower, not really sure how to react but he was pretty sure manners were the way to go.
"Thanks," Dean said gruffly.
"You're welcome," Castiel said and Dean had a feeling he wouldn't be going to Sammy's wedding alone.