LA Devotee (Supernatural X P!ATD)

The Vegas Lights

Sam and Dean suffer another long car ride from Kansas to Nevada. Their anxiousness keeps them on edge the entire way there since Brendon could be doing who knows what in Vegas. They monitor the tracker that they have on the runaway demon, so they know exactly where he is and where he will be if he decides to disappear again.

They continue to drive into the city, the bright lights of the casinos filling up the dark night sky. The streets are blooming with life as people, mostly drunk or high off of their good luck, walk down the sidewalks and into different bars or restaurants lining the road. Dean would love to stop by and visit a few of those places, but he knows that he and his brother have a job to do and need to get it done quick.

They follow the tracker out of the city and another half an hour flies past before they make it to several hills surrounded by trees and other verdure. Dean drives off the side of the road and parks it by the forest. They both get out of the car, Sam's phone in his hand with the location of the tracker on the screen.

"Are you sure it's here?" Dean asks, looking up at the steep hill. He grabs flashlights and other needed items for their hike.

"Unless he found the tracker and decided to drop it off on this mountain just to fuck with us, then yes it's here."

"I didn't need the sass, but okay." Dean shrugs it off before closing the trunk and putting on his backpack full of supplies. He hands Sam his own bag that he puts on as they both take off into the woods.

Dean follows Sam who watches the GPS intently and walking towards the location of the tracker. With flashlights illuminating their trail, they swerve their way through the sloped forest, stepping over rocks and loose branches that are in their way.

After about half an hour, the brothers make it within a quarter of a mile of the tracker. In the distance, a small light is seen that looks like a fire. It's visible and bright enough to the point that they decide to shut their flashlights off and continue towards the beacon.

As they draw closer, the light becomes brighter and clearer. Soon enough, the brothers come across a small wooden cottage in which the light is coming through one of the small, dirty windows.

Slowly, the brothers tip-toe to the front door and to the windows on the sides. On the inside, they can see a silhouette of a man who stands in front of a table. Although they cannot see him, the boys definitely know that this is their runaway rockstar. The brother's location is practically on top of the tracker point when Sam finally decides to put his phone away.

The boys get out their angel blades and other weapons for their attack before reaching for the door handle ever so slowly. However, before the boys can open it, the door swings open and reveals the musician on the other side.

"Aw you guys found me," He gives a fake pout, his eyes glowing their bright yellow. "I thought I would at least get another hour or two."

"Cut the crap, Urie." Dean grits his teeth. Suddenly alert, the brothers stand up with their weapons held out in front of them for defense. "We're over your bullshit."

"Oh, my bullshit." Brendon tuts before turning away from the doorway and walking back into the cabin. "You're the ones who kill almost every mystical creature on this planet."

"We only kill the ones who murder other people!" Dean yells, pointing his angel blade at Brendon's neck.

"Oh whatever. That silly excuse was so five years ago," The cambion rolls his eyes. He struts back over to his table and starts putting different ingredients into a metal bowl.

The brothers look at this curiously before Dean continues the argument. "We wouldn't be hunting you if you wouldn't have killed those kids!" He shouts.

"Those kids would've wanted me to kill them anyways. You won't believe the amount of comments I get on social media saying, 'Brendon can run me over with a car and I would be thankful!', or something along those lines... I'm telling you, some fans are crazy!" Brendon laughs, taking out a box of matches from his pocket and lighting a single one.

"That doesn't give you an excuse to actually kill them!" Sam finally says. He's been too scared to say anything, but now he's past the star-struck phase and serious. "You didn't need to kill all of those fans just because you want the fame."

"I think you misunderstood me when I said that I'm too far into the deal to get out of it. I want to try and set things right, but you two are getting on my fucking nerves and are getting in my way." Brendon grumbles. He turns around, holding the lit match between his thumb and index finger. The demon looks directly at the boys, a serious and angry glare shooting back at them through his golden eyes. "And this seems to be the only way to get rid of you." He throws the match behind him and it lands in the bowl. The ingredients start to burn and it creates a large, purple flame.

With wide eyes, the brothers watch this phenomenon in amazement as the flame growers bigger and bigger, the wind picking up in the small cottage.

"See ya in hell, boys." Brendon salutes the brothers before vanishing by the snap of his fingers.

"Oh shit..."

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hello! this chapter was gonna be longer, but then I was like "hm, that would be a great cliffhanger hehe" and if you've read my stories at all, you know how much I love cliffhangers.

anyways,, so i would like to apologize again for the sucky ass publishing schedule and this sucky ass chapter lol (y'all are probably pissed at me which I deserve 100%)

BUT ALSO,, THERE IS GOING TO BE 2 MORE CHAPTERS LEFT PLUS AN END CREDITS SO BE MENTALLY PREPARED FOR THAT HAHA
idk whether you guys will like the ending, or hate me for eternity... expect the unexpected

but anyways, thank you for reading my fellow bad bitches. stay bad xx
~brick