Supernatural

Sam faced his brother who was stuffing his face with a pie. "What?" Dean asked with his mouth still full.

"I was just wondering if you ever stop eating and that's gross, dude. Stop it."

"I can't help it. Hunting makes me hungry. He swallowed his large mouthful. "So, found anymore cases?" They were sitting in a diner in Los Angeles in the late morning. "Dean, check this out. I just read about this murder in Long Beach. There was a girl, Lucy Harris, who was found yesterday with her throat slit."

"You think something's going on? It just seems like a normal murder."

"Her brother was with her when it happened and he said she was thrown to the ground by an invisible person and he ran off before he saw anything else and get this, five similar murders have happened over the last two months."

"So, down to Long Beach? But I wanted to visit Hollywood." Dean was annoyed. When did they ever get any free time? "Come on Dean. If we leave now, we should be there by 4."

It was late afternoon when the impala pulled up at the crime scene. Dean, now dressed in a suit and with his hair gelled back, opened the car door and felt in his pocket for his fake ID. "I'm agent Collins and this is agent George. FBI. Do you mind if we take a look?" Without a word, the policeman gestured to the area behind him which had been carefully taped off so the public could not see. A younger and taller policeman stood near the body which was still there, already beginning to rot. Sam looked down, containing that pang of guilt he always felt about the people they didn't save. Her face was lined and sad and her blonde hair was beginning to grey. Her blue eyes were fixed in shock at her attacker who had now vanished and her perfect lips were parted in shock. Her throat was a mess, unevenly cut with dried blood seeping out. "Agents." The policeman addressed them. "I'll leave you to take a look at the body." He stepped away. Sam bent down to inspect the body. "No traces of DNA or anything."

"Whoever did it wanted to bring you here" a deep voice addressed them. Sam spun around. "Cas, don't do that" Dean said, angrily. Their trench coated friend looked confused. "Would you have preferred if I greeted you first?"

"No! Just stop with the teleporting ok. It's creepy."

"And" Sam added. "Someone might see. So who do you think it was, Cas?"

"I don't know who but I think I might know what." Castiel produced an evidence bag from one of his many pockets. "I came earlier and look what I found." Dean took a closer look. "Sulphur?"

"The smallest amount. Whatever it was wasn't fully demon."

"So we're talking half demon?"

"Possibly but I think for now, you two should get away from here. There's a motel just outside town. I'll come with to keep watch."

Sam sprinkled salt around the bedroom. "You know we're gonna have to sweep this up before tomorrow or the cleaner will kill us" he called to Dean. Dean was drawing a Devil's trap in invisible ink on the ceiling which was proving to be very hard. "I think I might have made a mistake" he shouted, ignoring Sam. "Cas, how good does this have to be?" Cas was drawing another on the floor. "I'm not sure. Just make sure it looks like one and it should work. I'll keep watch until morning." And he sat down by the door with Ruby's knife in his hand while Sam and Dean climbed into the two single beds.