LA Devotee (Supernatural X P!ATD)

The End Of All Things

haha wow I'm clever...

Brendon returns to his house in Los Angeles, his teleportation helping him make the trip in approximately 2.5 seconds.

He manifests himself on his doorstep and then opens the door, his dogs meeting him there after running towards him at full speed. Penny Lane and Bogart jump up and down before their owner leans down and gives each one a nice belly rub and a scratch behind the ears.

"Where the hell did you go?"

Brendon looks up and sees a very angry Zack Cloud Hall looking down at him. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened," Brendon shrugs. He gets up from the ground and makes eye contact with his bodyguard. "I just got lost and mixed up into some stuff. I'm perfectly fine, Zack."

"Brendon, you disappeared after your concert and you're supposed to be in another state right now performing. You were gone for an entire day, so it's pretty important that I know where you were." Zack scolds, an angry look in his eyes.

"I... I can't tell you." Brendon sighs. "Just tell the press that I got sick after the show and had to miss the show since I couldn't get on the plane."

"Fine." Zack lets out a frustrated sign before turning on his heel and walking further into the house, leaving Brendon in the doorway.

Brendon finally shuts the door and walks down the hallway leading to his living room. He sits down on one of the couches and leans over, holding his head in his hands. Penny and Bogart jump up on the couch, looking at him curiously. Brendon eventually looks over at them and smiles, reaching a hand out and petting them on their heads gently.

"Everything is gonna work out." He whispers to no one in particular, but mostly to himself.

"Everything is going to be just fine..."

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"We've finally been given updates on what happened to Panic! At The Disco's front man, Brendon Urie. The lead singer had apparently caught a sickness after Sunday night's performance in Los Angeles and had to stay home the following day. He's set to continue his tour as soon as possible. In other news, Pete We-"

"Well, looks like we can trust him after all." Dean states after turning off the sound of the news channel playing on Sam's laptop.

"Yeah, I guess so." Sam sighs. He's so thankful that this case is over and done with. Even though the bad guy didn't necessarily get killed. Hopefully the rockstar keeps his word and doesn't fuck anything else up.

He shuts his laptop about halfway closed and takes another long sip of his coffee. It's been two days since they got back from Vegas, and the only thing he wants to do is take a whole three day long nap to recover from everything they went through in Los Angeles.

But before those wishes can become a reality, Sam's phone rings. He picks it up and scans the phone number, realizing that it's an unknown caller. The brothers briefly look at each other with a curious look on their faces before Sam answers his phone.

"Hello?" He answers, looking at Dean who listens to the phone call tentatively.

"Uh, H-Hello. Is this Sam Winchester?" The other voice on the phone asks nervously.

"This is him. Who's asking?"

"This is Patrick Stump, and I got your number from a friend who said that you and your brother could help me." The voice says.

Oh my god... not again.

"Is this Patrick Stump from Fall Out Boy?" Sam asks, looking at his brother who stares back at him in awe. Not because it's the Patrick Stump, but because they have to get involved with yet another rockstar's predicament.

"Yeah, and one of my band mates, Pete Wentz, has gone missing and we need help to find him." Patrick stresses to them over the phone.

Sam pauses, staring at his brother with a pensive look and then continues to ask, "And who is your friend that told you about us?"

"Brendon Urie. He said that I should contact you guys because you would be able to find him and make sure he's okay. You do know him, right?"

The Winchester's eyes grow wide at the mention of their runaway demon. That mother fucker-

"Yeah we do. How long has he been missing?" Sam asks.

"He's been missing for a few days, and he was acting strange before he disappeared. I don't know if that's a reason for why he vanished or... t-the police themselves don't understand what I'm trying to say to them- just- Please, we need your help." The singer explains, desperation in his voice.

"Okay. Where did Pete disappear?"

"In Chicago after one of our concerts."

"Are you there now?"

"Yes. Me and the rest of the band are here."

"Alright, thank you, Patrick. We'll be there in a few hours," Sam assures the singer. Dean gives him a look of dread, but Sam knows that he's just tired. He is too, but this situation calls for their help, and of course they have to take it.

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much." Patrick sighs in relief. "Please hurry. I-I'm afraid that he's in some serious danger."

"Yes of course. We'll be there as soon as possible."

"Okay. I'll see you then."

Sam agrees, ending the phone call with a goodbye. The brother's glance at each other briefly before Dean says, "Did we really just get another missing person's case involving an emo band?"

"They aren't really emo, but yeah..." Sam shakes his head. "I guess we did."

"Wow," Dean groans. He pushes away from the library table and gets up from his chair. "Looks like we're going to Chicago."

Sam nods and gets up from his own seat. After shutting his laptop completely, he exists the library and walks down the hallway towards his room. He gathers up his stuff and heads to the garage. Dean enters the garage last, throwing his stuff in the backseat and jumping into the driver's seat. Sam gets in on the other side and shuts his door before Dean turns on the Impala. He backs out of the garage, out of the driveway, and down the road, eventually leaving Lawrence and on their way to The Windy City.

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TO BE CONTINUED IN...
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