AN: Okay, so this idea was given to me. Be warned, I do not know much about Supernatural, so it could be really bad. But I had fun writing it. So I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: Magicians?

"So, get this." Sam spoke up suddenly, looking over at Dean.

"Hmm?" Dean asked through a mouthful of apple pie.

Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "A bunch of magicians just robbed a bank in Paris. From Las Vegas."

Dean swallowed. "Magicians. Are you serious right now, Sammy?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, Dean. Magicians." He turned back to his laptop. "Says here they stole..." His eyes widened. "3.2 million euros."

Dean coughed in shock. "Holy shit."

Sam nodded. "It also says that they were apprehended at the hotel Aria, and are being held at an FBI building in Vegas."

Dean stood up. "Looks like we're going to Vegas than, Sammy."

Sam sighed. "Fine."

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Daniel smirked as he left the building behind the other Horsemen. He could tell that getting under their skin was going to be not only easy, but incredibly fun as well. Maybe too easy? Hardly. Try satisfying. AS he walked down the stairs of the building, he caught sight of an old-looking, black, '67 Chevrolet Impala parked across the street. The windows were rolled down and two men he didn't recognize were staring at him, obviously trying to be discreet but failing miserably. He didn't know who they were, but they didn't look like FBI agents. Regardless, of that fact, he shot his signature plastic smirk-the one that said 'I know something you don't'-at them before getting smoothly into their rental car.

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Dean turned to Sam. "Okay, since you obviously know more about them than me, can you please tell me who that smug little asshole was?"

"Unless I'm wrong, that was J. Daniel Atlas." Sam responded as calmly as he could.

"What kind of name is that?" Dean scoffed.

Sam stared pointedly at him. "Obviously the name-or alias, perhaps-of someone who wanted to make an impression. To be remembered. A showman, I think people like him are called."

Dean looked back at him. "What are they, Sam?" He asked, though he wasn't expecting a solid answer.

"I don't know, Dean." Sam replied. What he did know was that they were in way over their heads.