LA Devotee (Supernatural X P!ATD)

The Truth

A couple hours fly by before Brendon finally wakes up from his punch-induced coma. Of course, the wild ruptures of yelling and cussing alert the boys that their sleeping beauty had awakened. The Winchester's had stopped what they were doing to go calm him down and hopefully get some answers out of this yellow-eyed demon.

"Would you shut the fuck up?" Dean yells, obviously irritated at the screaming. The brothers walk into the bunker to an over-dramatic Brendon yelling at the top of his lungs.

"No, you didn't say please." Brendon pouts, fluttering his eyelashes at the shorter brother.

"Oh my god," Dean rolls his eyes, "Would you please shut the fuck up?"

"There you go." Brendon tuts, "Use your manners next time when you want someone to be quiet."

"Oh please." He groans, once again rolling his eyes. He then crosses his arms and leans against one of the walls to have Sam continue this conversation since he knows that he'll lose his temper if he keeps talking.

Sam only sighs before he starts interrogating the tied up rockstar. "So, Brendon... that is, if that's your real name..."

"What? That's my name," Brendon nods, confusion on his face, "What are you inferring?"

San and Dean glance at each other before the latter answers, "Don't try and play your fucked up games, Azazel, you know wh-"

"Azazel..." Brendon cuts him off, saying the name as if he hadn't heard or said it in a long time. "So you guys know my old man."

"Your old man?" Sam and Dean question simultaneously. Their eyebrows are furrowed together and mouths are agape from the confusion running through their heads.

Azazel has a son???

"Ugh, yeah." Brendon rolls his eyes. "He was a terrible father by the way. Like, he was literally the worst." He complains.

The boys, suddenly intrigued by what's coming out of the demon's mouth, start pressing further about the new information.

"How- How is that even possible?" Sam questions.

"Well, Sammy, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much—"

"Oh my god, just tell us how Azazel is your father." Dean deadpans, rolling his eyes at how childish the rockstar is.

"Ugh, fine." Brendon huffs. "So after Azazel had been running around creating his weird "special children" army for whatever it was that he was planning, he decided to kinda chill out and relax. Ya know, to create a little havoc here and there..."

Sam and Dean only glance at each other, giving one another a bored look. "Uh, sure..." Sam shrugs.

"Anyways, he discovered that there are beings out there called 'Cambions' that exceed power more powerful than any demon ever. And he decided that he was going to make his own."

Dean turns to his brother, "Wait, like the demon/human hybrid? I thought Jesse Turner was the only one out there?" He whispers.

"Well apparently there's more. And he's proof," Sam alludes to the tied up Brendon who is looking annoyed.

"Do you guys want to hear my back story or not?" Brendon sasses, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, of course." Sam says, gesturing his hands for him to continue. "Go on."

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," Brendon glares at Dean for a second before continuing, "Azazel wanted to create his own cambion, so he possessed some virgin woman, had some weird demon sex with her, and in a few weeks out popped little baby me." He smiles, looking back upon those memories fondly (even though he can't remember anything, he still does it for dramatic purposes). "My mother died unfortunately, but he took me and gave me to a coven of witches because, of course, he was too busy to take care of a baby." He rolls his eyes. "Can you believe that! He just gave me away like that! What a piss-poor father, amiright?"