LA Devotee (Supernatural X P!ATD)

The Awakening

After spending another 22 hours in the car, the boys finally make it back to the bunker. Luckily, Brendon stayed unconscious most of the time, (he woke up three times that entire trip and each time Sam would have to punch him again) so the car ride was smooth sailing.

When they make it back to Kansas- to the sweet safety of their bunker- they carry the rockstar to their "torture chamber" and tie him up. The only lead that they have off of him is that he's a demon, so they set him in a demon trap to which he can't escape.

"How are we gonna wake him up?" Sam asks, finishing the last details of the demon trap.

"Probably spray him with some holy water. Just to spruce him up a bit," Dean responds, watching the rockstar sit in his chair comatose. His head is leaned back, soft and even breathes escape from his mouth that is hung wide open.

"What? No, we're not gonna do that." Sam shakes his head.

"Why not?"

"Because," Sam gets up from the floor and puts down the spray can full of red paint. He looks at his brother with a disapproving expression that Dean knows far too well. "We can't just hurt him like that. What if a demon has taken over his body and Brendon doesn't know. Therefore, Brendon is actually innocent. The holy water would hurt him."

"But what if he's not...?" Dean retorts. If he's being honest, he kinda just wants to beat the living shit out of Brendon. No idea why, since he's only met him twice. But, he figures that the holy water idea is a much more simpler way of hurting him.

"We don't know that, Dean." Sam says, his tone a lot more sterner than before.

"Why do you care so much? If this was someone else, you wouldn't care." Dean crosses his arms, finally interested in what his brother has to say.

"First of all, I would care. Secondly, I care because—"

Sam's cut off with a groan from behind them. They turn around, and Brendon is starting to wake up. His eyes flutter open and several more groans and moans come from his mouth.

"W-What the fuck," Brendon stutters, squinting at the two brothers. "Where the hell am I?"

The boys quickly glance at each other with a look of panic. They weren't planning on having him wake up this soon.

"Uhh.... we're... umm—"

"And why the FUCK AM I TIED UP," Brendon starts tugging on the restraints. "WHY AM I TIED UP!?"

"Hey- Hey, you need to calm down." Sam shushes him, putting his hands out in front of him.

Brendon looks at them with wild eyes, panic spiraling around his irises. His breathing is quick and rapid, almost as if he's having an anxiety attack.

"Hey, Brendon," Dean says, stepping forward towards the tied up rockstar.

"You need to stop before you Panic! In The Bunker..."

The talking and hysteria stops immediately and Sam becomes motionless. Brendon stops his craziness and gives Dean an expressionless stare. Sam slowly turns around and looks at his brother with an unreadable expression.

"I swear to god," Sam responds through clenched teeth, a deadly look in his eyes. "I will kill you."

Dean busts out laughing, as if what he said what the funniest joke to ever be told. Sam and Brendon look at him with the same expressions as before.

"At least he's calm now." Dean says in between his laughter.

Sam only shakes his head and turns back to Brendon in his chair. The rockstar looks at him with the same stare as before.