LA Devotee (Supernatural X P!ATD)

The Meeting

The brothers wake up the next morning, tired out of their minds. Nothing that a little coffee couldn't fix, but the aspect of actually getting up and figuring out this case was tiring.

Dean's phone had awaken the duo, the older grumbled as he got out of bed and went into the smelly bathroom to take a shower.

Sam silently sits up in bed, grabbing his laptop to make sure the rock star's address was still there. Luckily, it was still there in bold letters written out across the screen in a computer-like font. He grabs his phone and types the address into the GPS for when they get on the road later. After tossing his phone on the bed, Sam rubs the sleep away from his eyes that still haven't adjusted to the light pouring in from the window. He gets up and walks over to his bag that sits on one of the cushioned chairs next to his bed. He grabs his suit and clothes, preparing to get ready for another day as a fake FBI agent.

The door to the bathroom swings open, steam rolling out onto the floor and ceiling. Dean walks out, a towel wrapped around his waist. Sam takes a quick glance at him, noticing that he was done. He takes his clothes, plus his own body/hair products out of his bag, and goes into the bathroom to take his own shower.

After his brother walks past him into the bathroom, Dean dries himself off and quickly puts his suit on. He checks his appearance in the mirror, making sure his hair and face look somewhat decent.

Minutes pass before Sam comes out of the bathroom completely dressed and clean. He walks past his brother to his bag and shoves his dirty clothes inside. The younger turns to Dean who's sitting on the bed and messing with his phone, waiting for him to get done.

"Are we ready?" Sam asks, starting to pick up his phone and laptop from the bed.

"Yep," Dean responds, not looking up from his phone.

"Okay, let's go." Sam opens the front door of the motel room and walks outside. Dean quickly shuts his phone off, shoves it into the inside pocket of his jacket, and follows in suit.

After closing the motel door and locking it, Dean pulls out the keys to the Impala from his other pocket and rushes to the driver's side of the car. He unlocks it and the brothers simultaneously jump inside. The older rams the keys into the ignition, turning it on to create the classic starting sound of the Impala engine. Dean backs out of the parking space and drives out of the parking lot.

Sam starts the GPS on his phone and sets it down on the dashboard. He leans back in the seat and sighs. The younger thinks about the case, of course; more specifically, the band that's starting to surround it. He feels a sense of nostalgia creep up his spine and his heart race picks up whenever he or his brother mentions Panic. He hasn't listened to this band for years, so why is he freaking out? Sam physically shakes his head, trying to rid himself of his thoughts. He takes out his laptop to try and distract himself from getting more worked up about this case. Ultimately, Sam fails and continues his research from last night about Panic!/Brendon and what they've been up to lately.

What he's found so far: Brendon lives alone with his dogs in downtown Los Angeles. He currently released a new album, Pray For The Wicked, and plan to go on tour soon. Sam checks the dates for the tour (what? it was for research...) and find that they travel sooner than expected.

"Hey Dean," Sam grabs the attention of his older brother who was humming along to the music on the radio.

"What's up?" Dean inquires.

"So get this," Sam starts, "The band actually start touring this week, like the first concert is tomorrow."

"Good thing we're seeing him today then." The older states plainly.