(A/N) Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean (Sadly). But Junior, Allana, Max, Asia, Marly, Kendall, and the three "witches" from the beginning are all mine.

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Chapter 1: Magician

"And now," said Garrett Michaels as the audience's applause slowly died down, "I need a volunteer from the audience."

Scanning the large crowd, he saw a young girl with long blond hair, who was with three other girls. The oldest one was at least fifty, and the other two were identical and looked about seventeen. They were all slapping the younger girl and whispering with rude looks on their faces. Garrett walked down the stage steps as they finally sat down.

The young blond stood and brushed herself off just to be knocked back over by the twins.

"Oh, he's going to pick me!" shouted one of the girls. Garrett touched her arm gently and pushed her asside.

"Excuse me, ladies."

He stretched his arm out to the young blond to help her up.

"What's your name, beautiful?" he asked, bending slowly to kiss the top of her hand.

She shivered and cleared her throat. Her voice was tiny, "Kendall."

The twins and the older woman all gasped at the same time.

"Kendall," he cooed, "Follow me."

He led her through the aisle and onto the stage.

They stopped in front of a nail bed and he looked her in the eyes and smiled.

"This is absolutely irrelevent, but how old are you?"

The crowd laughed and Kendall chuckled, "Sixteen."

Garrett nodded, "Finally, someone who's my age. I'm seventeen."

She laughed and blushed.

Lifting her chin up so that she was looking directly at him, he smiled, "Now, I need you to relax and just breathe."

He picked her up easily and shook his head to get his long black hair out of his face.

Garrett was no ordinary magician. He was born with powers. All of the ones that had ever been thought of. While most magicians practiced, his skills came naturally and flawlessly.

He laid Kendall gently on the nail bed so that she wouldn't get hurt.

"Nod if you can hear me, beautiful," he whispered, and she nodded slowly.

"Perfect, now just relax."

He stepped back almost two feet, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stretched his arms out in front of him, raising them slowly as Kendall levitated off the bed, high into the air.

He smiled as the crowd gasped in disbelief. Then he listened to the crowd's terrified screams as he let her fall down into his arms, kneeling down to the floor.

"Kendall," he whispered cooly into her ear, "You can open your eyes now."

He could hear her heart beating wildly in her chest as she opened her eyes. He grinned, "Very nice, beautiful."

He brushed strands of hair out of her face as he helped her up.

Looking back out at the three other girls, he noticed that they looked mad. They were all glaring at him and trying to pop their ugly little knuckles.

"Take a bow, doll," he said, taking both her hands and turning her toward the applauding crowd. She laughed and bowed deeply, her hair flowing down over her shoulders.

Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her. When she threw her arms around his neck, he chuckled, "You're beautiful. Meet me in five minutes next to the black '67 Impala out front, okay?"

She smiled and nodded as she walked off the stage. The fifty year old woman slapped Kendall and walked ahead.

Garrett had taken all he could. He sprinted down the steps, closely followed by his father, Dean, uncle Sam, and twin sister, Allana. He grabbed Kendall's hand carefully and shouted, "What is wrong with you?"

The fifty year old woman rounded on him, "Excuse me? I'm her stepmother!"

"You hit her!" he yelled, "I'm not letting her go with you just so you can treat her like a punching bag."

The old woman shrugged her shoulders, "Fine, take her. I don't care. She's useless to me. Come on, girls."

As the three girls turned and left, Kendal smiled at Garrett, "Thanks, but where am I supposed to go now?"

Garrett laughed, "You'll just have to stick with us."

Kendall smiled wider, "You're sure?"

Garrett nodded.

"Since you're going with us," said Allana, "We're going to have to do something about your clothes, because those tatty old dresses and shoes just won't cut it."

She led Kendall to a dressing room and fumbled with a basket of clothes hangers.

"Now," she stated, rummaging through a pile of clothes, "Have you ever done research and are you good with technology?"

Kendall nodded, "I had to fix everything when it was broken at my stepmom's house."

"Perfect," said Allana, holding up a pair of camo cargos, a black tank top, and a black hoodie, "We'll discuss the shoes when you see how these fit."

She began walking toward Kendall with the clothes, "The pants are baggy on the legs, but tight at the waist, so they should fit. So, your main style is going to be 'techy bitch' because I'm 'preppy bitch', now go try them on while I change outfits, okay?"

Kendall nodded and walked to the back of the room.

While Kendall changed, Allana switched from a pink miniskirt and black buttoned shirt to corduroy pants, a blue buttoned shirt, and black heels.

The camouflaged cargos fit perfectly on Kendall, and the black tank top came to just below her ribs. She left the black hoodie unzipped so that it only covered her back and arms.

"Perfect!" cried Allana, "Now for shoes. How about black Etnies?"

After a brief discussion on how comfortable Etnies were, they finally left the dressing room.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Garrett, jumping down off the stage, "It's different, but in a good way."

Kendall laughed and pulled the hoodie closer around her nervously.

"So, what exactly am I going to be researching?"

"Well, there are some things you should know," Dean said.

Sam shrugged, "For instance, we hunt demons. Things regular people don't usually believe in. So you're going to be looking for unexplained deaths, mysterious occurences, stuff like that."

"Oh," Garrett said, "My name isn't really Garrett Michaels, and I don't really look like this."

He snapped his fingers and his long black hair turned short and brown. His deep blue eyes turned a shade of army green, like Dean's. He grew taller and more chiseled. A wide, proud smile made its way across his lips.

"My real name is actually Dean Andrew Winchester, Jr. But most people just call me Junior and my dad, Dean."

"Junior?" she laughed.

"Well, you can call me either Dean, Andrew, Andy, Drew, or Junior. But our friends call me Junior."

"Junior it is then."

(A/N) I know this isn't too great as far as stories go, but this plot has been stuck in my head for weeks now and I have to GET IT OUT!!! So, please R&R. Tips are greatly appreciated. Chapter 2 coming soon.