Chapter 2
You Just Might Get It All
Dean stared at the computer screen as the shower droned on in the background. He blinked. He rubbed his eyes. He hit the refresh button more times than one person should be able to in the span of a minute. The page was exactly the same. The headline didn't change.
"Model's home trashed," he whispered, eyes skimming the page, "Carmen Porter, a rising star in the modeling industry, returned last Wednesday from a shoot in Vancouver to find the interior of her modest Beverly Hills home completely destroyed. There were no signs of forced entry and the starlet has no conceivable enemies."
Dean sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. It was hard to believe, too good to be true. His prayers had actually been answered, and it hadn't taken nearly as long as he'd dreamed. It had only been two weeks since he'd killed himself to live, and things in reality were finally looking up for him.
The hunter pushed the laptop away and pulled his father's journal toward him. He flipped open the book as the shower turned off, and was in the middle of searching for information on poltergeists when Sam stepped out of the bathroom.
"What's up?" the younger man asked as he pulled a shirt over his head.
"Found a hunt," Dean replied, struggling to keep the smile off his face.
"Where?"
"Beverly Hills. Some model went away for a photo shoot and came back to find her house totally trashed."
Sam shrugged. "Vandals."
"Only the inside was trashed and the cops couldn't find any signs that someone had broken in."
"What do you think?"
"I'm thinking it's a poltergeist. Maybe a weak one, or something, if it's only doing its thing when nobody's home."
"I don't know, man."
"We've looked into less," Dean pointed out, "besides, it's California, land of sun and fun. Even if it's a bust, we can take another vacation. Our last one kind of got sidetracked."
"Fine," Sam sighed, shaking his head and splashing droplets of water on his brother, "but no more lot tours."
Dean grinned. "Don't tell me you didn't hear that the Gilmores got cancelled? Come on, man, there's nothing left to be afraid of in California."
"What about-"
"Smallville shoots in Canada. Trust me, Sam, you don't have to worry about any sexed-up CW stars attacking you. The network added new hotties this season to cut down on that. They'll be too busy staring at each other to stare at you."
Sam blinked. "We need to get you out of this room. TV's rotting your brain. Not that you had much of a brain to begin with."
"So it's decided," Dean grinned, choosing to ignore his brother, "California, here we come!"