Deadblood Chronicles | Supernatural & Fall Out Boy

Deadblood Chronicles 4/5

In the morning concert hall was empty, because the institution has suspended its activities during the investigation of the murder (which, in fact, didn't happen). The musicians were still frantically pondering what they would say to friends, the band manager and the cops who believed that Patrick was dead. Their only explanation was to reduce everything to a stupid rally.

While Sam hacked into all the security systems in the building, Dean deftly worked with a master key and opened the locks in just a few seconds. Finally, the guys were in a huge concert hall. A lot of rows stretching almost to the ceiling, and no less huge stage with spotlights. Dean whistled when he saw such a sight.

"And you guys really performed here?" he asked.

" Yes" said Pete proudly "We do this all the time"

"Just once" Patrick interrupted "We are not so popular"

"You could have play along"

"Well, and what kind of music are you guys listening to?" suddenly asked the senior Winchester "You need to take approx . Who is your favorite artist?"

"Prince" without hesitation, blurted out Patrick.

"Metallica" simultaneously Pete said, and the musicians looked at each other.

"Prince?" Dean was surprised "Not too strange preferences for a guy from a rock band?"

"We are a punk rock band" Patrick corrected him "This is a fairly free genre, so we are open to new ideas. I like pop, a bit of R&B... maybe even hip hop and jazz. Perhaps this is the uniqueness of our band. Diversity"

"That's why everyone loves us" said Wentz with a grin.

They were in the service corridor and almost immediately found the right door with a crossed yellow police tape on it. The musicians stood still.

"Pete, is that the same room?" just in case, asked Sam.

" Unfortunately" said Wentz.

Dean tore the edges of the tape from the door and opened it. There was a real mess in the toilet: a tiny figure of a lying man was outlined on the floor, and on the wall next to him there was a severe dent, as if a shell had hit this place. The tiles crumbled and lay everywhere with sharp fragments.

"So it was here?" aloud asked Dean "Patrick, do you remember anything else?"

"I've already told you everything I remember" said the guy and his voice trembled "Only I do not quite understand what is the figure on the floor, right ... so it is only encircle the corpses"

He giggled, but more from fear than from fun, as if hoping his words would be refuted. But nobody did it. Dean crouched beside the outlined figure while Sam felt the mark on the wall.

"Yes, the blow was indeed a strong one" he stated.

" Yes, it seems" Patrick grinned "It's amazing that I managed to survive after that"

"But you did not survive" Pete blurted out unexpectedly, and Dean had to struggle with the urge to tear his tongue out.

"What?"  Patrick was taken aback.

"We found you with the guys, but you were dead. There was blood everywhere, on the floor, on the walls!"

"Pete, this isn't funny" the guy got scared, but Wentz did not stop.

"They put you so tightly against the wall that it seemed to me as if your brains were left on that dent!"pushed Pete "What do you think you end up in the morgue?"

Fear grew inside Patrick, bound him like chains. Tears of misunderstanding came to his eyes, he looked up at his brothers.

"Am I dead?"