All she could hear was her own wheezing breath and her own pounding heart as she shut the door behind her, locking it as fast as she could. 'This can't be happening' she thought. 'I'm just in a really bad dream..' But somewhere inside her mind she knew this wasn't a dream. This was real and someone was trying to kill her.

Loud banging made her jump back a mile but she soon felt sager knowing that whoever was there, couldn't get through the locked doors. The banging became more violent and terror ripped through her lungs again as the door started to splinter… then crack… and then she screamed at the top of her lungs as the door broke down, showering her with sharp pieces of wood. She tried her best to cover herself with her arms, unable to feel the splinters in her skin from the overwhelming fear. She knew she shouldn't look, she knew she should just let death come swiftly, but she had to and she did. Be she wish she hadn't.

The soft squelching of blood hitting the walls weren't heard by anybody else that night apart from the killer. He grinned manically at the artfully sprayed blood that dripped down the rainbow poster of the victim's room.

SUPERNATURAL

"Dean, We'll find Cas, don't worry about it." The smell of three week old sandwich was starting to bother Sam a lot.
"He's human, Sammy. He might as well be dead because he doesn't know how to sleep." Sam was turned around, checking out the back seats.
"He's been human before, Dean."
"Yeah, but he wasn't all human at that time. He didn't need water or food. And what are you doing?" He glanced at Sam before gluing his eyes back onto the road.
"Can you smell that?" He asked. Dean gave the air a few whiffs and smirked.
"Yeah, that must be the chicken burger I ordered. Remember? The one with the hot waitress?" Sam sighed.
"Dean, we only go to the ones with hot waitresses." Dean glanced at him again. For a moment he was silent.
"Shut up." Sam threw a newspaper at Dean's chest.
"Sounds like our kind of thing." Dean shoved the paper back onto Sam's lap.
"Run me through."
"So get this, 27 year old girl gets murdered in her house, no sign of forced entry apart from the door of her room that's been splintered into a million pieces and her body was found mutilated with the word 'sinner' carved into her back." Dean thought worriedly.
"You think it might have been one of the fallen angels gone haywire?" Dean asked.
"Maybe, but why would an angel just go and smite her? I mean, her records are clean, she goes to church and her friends seem too overly obsessed with the Hobbit series to be doing anything wrong." Dean cocked his eyebrow.
"The Hobbit? Isn't that the book with the midgets in it?" He chuckled as he took a look at Sam. Seeing Sam's 'shut up' face, Dean went back to driving.
"Anyway, we should check It out, the site's only two towns over."
"All right." Dean pressed down on the accelerator pedal.

"Agent Marvis, this is my partner agent Hubert, FBI. We've come to investigate the death of Arielle Scarcella." The police officer looked half relieved half worried as he gave Sam and Dean a judgemental rundown with his eyes.
"Well, we think it's a major hate thing. Like, really really major hate." Sam tilted his head.
"Hate? As in…?" The officer looked at both of them as if they were joking.
"You… you two don't know Arielle Scarcella?" Dean looked at Sam with a blank expression.
"Who's that?"
"You know, youtube star?" Dean frowned at him.
"Yeah, pretend we're five year olds."
"Arielle! One of the major 'proud to be' youtubers. The on that makes videos about being gay?" Dean raised both eyebrows.
"People do that kind of thing these days?" Sam was equally taken aback.
"Well she was murdered in her room, upstairs on your left you'll know it when you see it."

"No traces of sulphur, no EMF." Sam sighed, defeated, "Maybe this just isn't our kind of thing, Dean."
"Of course it's our kind of thing. This place feels so pure it's making me itch." Dean muttered, scratching his head.
"Yeah, you're right… So an angel who goes around to kill homosexuals." Sam thought about it.
"Well this causes a problem for us." Dean looked at Sam.
"And why is that?"
"Well you…" Sam cleared his throat, "Because, if you haven't realised by now, I can't just look for 'homo' in people's resume and it's mostly on social networking anyway and those sites are pretty much hack proof." Dean made a face at Sam that told him he was suspicious at what he was about to say and also that he didn't care about the social networking bit. Suddenly, Sam's eyes shone brightly as Ezekiel took control. He immediately saw the changes of posture, the change of tone, even the way he blinked, he knew it wasn't Sam.
"This isn't an angel's doing." Dean sighed, disliking the fact that the angel still wasn't finished with Sam's healing ritual.
"You think, Sherlock?"
"You should look into this. I thank you may find answers to questions you've never asked." Dean looked confused.
"Can I… Can I just have Sammy back please?"
"Dean, do not worry. Your brother is healing well and I should be done soon."
"Yeah, I get that…" Ezekiel nodded before bringing Sam back to the surface with a bright shine of light.
"So?" Dean stood confused for a moment before remembering his last conversation with Sam.
"It doesn't matter, we're going to kill this hating son of a bitch."

"Kyle Hastings?" The attractive older male sat down opposite the other nervous man.
"Phillip?" Phillip nodded, shining a perfect row of teeth. This made Kyle's heart flutter a thousand times faster .This man was more handsome and perfect in real life than he was on his display picture on Grindr.
"Um…" Kyle stuttered nervously. Phillip was seriously hot. He had luscious golden hair that kind of fell gently down his forehead and these eyes that were the definition of blue. The hair was slanted to the right and parted right above his left eye. It felt like he was gazing straight at an angel.
"Do you want to order something?" Kyle licked his lips and asked. Phillip shook his head.
"I actually want to get out of here right now." Kyle gulped. Phillip had just given him 'that' glance.
"Don't you think we should get to know each other a bit more?" Kyle laughed nervously, truthfully, he too couldn't really wait to get out of here with him.
"Only if you really want." Phillip's voice had lowered to a sort of growl which Kyle didn't feel like resisting. He took in a sharp breath as he felt a warm hand under the table, moving up his thigh.
"…Okay." He chuckled before answering, jumping up to lead Phillip away from the café.

"An alleyway? A bit shady, don't you think?" Kyle eyed the dark shadows warily.
"No one will interrupt us here." Phillip started to wrap his arms around Kyle's shoulders. He suddenly didn't care about the dodgy alleyway and looked straight at Phillip's irresistible blue eyes. 'This is great' he thought to himself.
"There's something I haven't told you that you need to know." Kyle tilted his head.
"Yeah?"
"I hate homosexuals. They're dirty and impure." Before Kyle could even figure out what Phillip had said, he felt blood leak out of stomach and then noticed the bloody knife in Phillip's hand. He couldn't utter a word as he fell to the ground, choking on his own blood and clutching the wound in pain.