Chapter One: Just Another Job

"There's my baby!" Dean yelled as he and Sam finally made it to his car.

Sam laughed. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just get in now so I can get some sleep. I'm tired!"

Kathleen, the police officer they met in Hibbing, Minnesota, could not drive them downtown, so she forced the boys to walk. Dean, excited to see his Impala again, tried wrapping his arms around it, saying, "It's okay. I'm here now."

"Uh… Dean? If you want a room, please go."

Dean stopped hugging his beloved and glared at Sam. "When a man doesn't see his car for a day, this is what he does!"

Sam rolled his eyes and opened the door. "Okay, whatever you say."

Dean got in the car and started its engine. "Well, Sammy? Where to next?"

Sam grunted, "How many times have I told you not to call me Sammy? It's just Sam."

"Fine then, SAM. Where to?" Dean pressed on the gas and slowly backed out of the parking lot.

"Well, there's been a little activity in Wisconsin. Couple haunted houses we can check out."

Dean made a buzzing noise. "No. How about somewhere that's nice… like Vegas or… Miami!"

"Actually," Sam said, "there are a couple cases in California."

"Ooh!" Dean squealed, "What's going on down there?"

"Well, there's this place called…" he rustled through some newspaper articles. "Here it is… Pebble Beach, in Monterey, and there's a supposed bad entity inside the Rialto Historic Museum."

"Okay," Dean said with thought, "what's going on with the Pebble Beach thing?"

"Twelve accidents in the past six months, all happening on the first and seventeenth of each month, the dead ones all being Caucasian brunettes, everyone else without a scratch. I really think we should check this out, Dean."

"For what? So I can get you a girlfriend?"

"What are you talking about, Dean? I don't need a girlfriend."

"Oh," Dean said, "I just thought that you wanted that specific case for a reason."

"No, I'm doing this to help people… not get laid!"

Dean chuckled. "Well, little brother… I might."

"Dean!"

"What? A guy can't have a desire to get laid?"

"Well, you can, but don't tell me!"

Dean turned the radio on and Metallica started blaring from the speakers. He started singing to the music off-key, making Sam decide to go to sleep.

"Wake me up when we get there," Sam yelled.

"WHAT?" Dean screamed.

Sam sighed, "Oh, never mind."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

Sam took off his jacket and bunched it up to make a pillow. He sat his head on it and slowly attempted to fall asleep to the sweet sounds of Dean's horrible singing and Metallica's "Enter Sandman" wailing from the speakers.