Deadblood Chronicles | Supernatural & Fall Out Boy

Deadblood Chronicles 2/5

It was surprisingly easy to find the habitat of a band known throughout the country. Sam made several phone calls, lied to several people, and finally found the address he needed. America had no idea that popular musicians rented one apartment for four of them. The 1967 Chevrolet Impala, owned by the brothers, taxied to the desired street and parked at the entrance. The guys 'apartment was on the second floor of the building, which was also reserved for a small cafe (which, moreover, was constantly closed).

"Not very presentable to the world stars" skeptically remarked Dean, getting out of the car.

"Show some respect, Dean" his brother scolded "These guys have lost their best friend"

"Alright, alright... fan. Take a police ID"

Sam did that, remembering to give Dean an annoyed look. The brothers went to the front door and knocked on it. No one answered. When Dean pushed a little harder, the door succumbed and in front of him was a staircase leading to the second floor.

"This is an access door" Sam said. He followed his brother to the very top, and Winchesters were in front of the door of the only apartment that was here. Dean knocked again.

"Let us introduce ourselves by our names. We need them to trust us" Sam prompted, when footsteps were heard in the apartment. Dean reluctantly agreed. The door opened, and a short guy appeared behind it - the pile of his curly hair ended at the level of Sam's chin. He had big blue eyes and a rather large nose - the guys immediately recognized him. He looked depressed.

"Illinois State Police" Dean introduced himself "My name is officer Dean Winchester, and this is my partner, Sam"

"Are you because of yesterday?" the guy said dejectedly. He seemed very tired "Other police officers have been interrogating us all night"

"We are from another department. Need to answer a few questions, mister?..."

"Joe Trohman" the guy introduced himself.

"This is very important, Mr. Trohman" said Sam.

"Just Joe. Come in"

The apartment, owned by the musicians, was huge. It occupied the whole floor, but was sparsely furnished. Joe invited the brothers to sit in a large, sunlit living room.

"Do you want some tea or coffee?" he asked politely.

"No thanks" Sam refused. He tried to restrain his emotions from meeting with his idol "Joe, where are the other members of the band? There should be four of you"

" Three" Joe gently corrected him and smiled, but there was no joy in his eyes "My friend Andy decided to go to his mother in Milwaukee, it's very close. And Pete, he is... somewhere"

"Somewhere doesn't sound very promising" Dean said.

"Pete is a big boy and knows what he's doing. He has his own ways of dealing with grief. He is a free bird. If I tried to lock him in the apartment, he would only get angry"

"What can Pete do now?"

"I don't know! Anything ... travel, drink, call the dead ... or star in a movie"

"Joe, so what happened last night?" Dean hastened him.

Joe paused for a second, stretched along the line, and said:

"My best friend was killed"

"So this is a murder?" Sam was taken aback and exchanged glances with Dean , not hiding emotions.

"You are from the police, you should have known!"

"Who found him, Joe?" Dean tried to distract the musician. He was embarrassed for a second.