"Agent Hubert, this is my partner agent Marvis, FBI. We're here to look at the body of Arielle Scarcella." The man standing in front of them matched Dean's height which was more than a little surprising.
"I see. Could I see some ID?" Almost like a ritual, Dean and Sam pulled their badges out. The man checked them carefully.
"The room to your right. Let me show you the way." At that moment he caught Dean's eye and the man gave him an almost seductive look. This made Dean feel way too vulnerable in that second and his breath hitched ever so slightly. As soon as it happened it disappeared.
"Dean? Come on, don't wait for a personal invite." He shook his head as if he stepped out of a trance. What was that?
"Well, hello Arielle Scarcella." Dean grinned as they pulled out the dead body of Arielle.
"Dean…." Dean looked at Sam's unamused face. "That's just gross."
"What?" He was still grinning. "Come on, when's the last time we got to inspect a good looking non-fatty not gross body?" Sam sighed.
"Get to work."
"So all her organs are there, her brain in unnervingly whole and most of her body's intact." Sam noted.
"Don't forget to add that her boobs were ripped off." Sam winced slightly.
"Dean… was that really necessary?"
"Details." He grinned.
"Other than that I think it's a hundred percent crazy maniac human murder." Dean shook his head.
"I don't know, Sammy. Looks like an angel… or at least a monster to me."
"We haven't got any leads to go on even if it was." Something caught Dean's eye.
"Wait…" Dean parted Arielle's hair to reveal markings on her head.
"No leads, huh?"
"Dean, I think I know what we're dealing with." Dean wearily got up from his bed and walked over to Sam.
"Yeah? Shoot." Sam opened up a tab and pushed his laptop towards Dean.
"An impudicusodium." Dean frowned.
"What is that, some kind of science thing you learnt at school?"
"It translates straight into 'homosexual hater in latin." Dean raised an eyebrow.
"It kills any person who is homosexual, transgender, bisexual etcetera. And leaves a triangular mark on its victims." A picture of the mark showed up, resembling that on Arielle's head.
"And get this, some ways it finds it victims is to morph into the man or woman of the victim's dream and once they've got them alone, they kill them, preferably with as much blood as possible." Dean grimaced.
"So it could be anyone?"
"Well, one trait they have to keep with them is blue eyes."
"Great, that narrows it down to a few million people." Dean sighed. "How do we kill it?"
"I don't know yet." The sound of Dean's phone interrupted their conversation.
"Hello?"
"Agent Marvis?"
"Officer?"
"You need to come quick." Dean moved away from Sam a bit and got a quick rundown of the latest news and an address. Once he hung up he went to Sam.
"There's been another murder. 'Sinner' carved onto his back." Sam frowned.
"I'm guessing you want me to stay behind and do some research?" Dean tilted his heads whilst starting to pack things up and wear his suit.
"There a problem?" Sam tapped the table.
"Dean… I don't think that's a safe option." Dean stopped what he was doing?
"Yeah? Why's that?" Sam looked around the room as if he knew something Dean didn't. "Sammy?"
"Dean, you're not exactly what I'd call a hundred percent straight." Dean was slightly offended at the comment.
"Dude, can you even start counting how many women I've slept with?" Sam just gave Dean an unconvinced look.
"How in the world am I not a hundred percent straight?" He raised his arms in a 'what?!" kind of way. He hesitated before saying this.
"Lisa!" Sam made that face he makes with his mouth in a full 'n' shape.
"Dude! I'm at least 30 I think I would know if I was a little homo." Sam sighed. And nodded slowly.
"Fine, I'll stay and do some research."
"Same as the last victim, had 'sinner' carved into his back and the things the killer did to his body it's just…" Dean nodded.
"Body cleaned up?"
"Yeah…" The officer seemed slightly anxious.
"Anything the matter?" He shook his head.
"Nothing of import. I just… How could someone do this? I mean, sure, you can hate them no one can change your opinion, but to kill them…"
"Yeah well, some people are just crazy like that." He nodded admittedly.
"The name's Phillip, by the way."
"Dean." They shook hands.
"Crime scene's that way." Phillip pointed.
"Thank you." He dismissed the officer and Dean paced towards the site. No sulphur. No EMF. No hex bags. Just blood and blood. He frowned at the scene. He had told Sam that he was here just to check out what had happened here but this wasn't really his intention. It was part of it but not all. He needed to go somewhere and he didn't really know why. All he knew was that he felt something about this was partially to do with him.
