Some Wishes Will Fall

Chapter 1.

Dean Calster was twenty-eight years old, and had to visit Oregon for a hunting trip. Apparently Dean liked looking for cases and soon investigate then hunt, knowing when or when not there's a supernatural being just waiting for it's next victim. Oh yeah, Dean was known well by various paranormal creatures, there were a very low number of paranormal hunters...people just don't believe. Dean was staying in a hotel called 'Cherry Tree Hotel'. Well, Dean didn't know why they named this hotel 'Cherry Tree Hotel' but at least he could stay somewhere. Dean was sitting on his cushioned bed with plaid checkers on the sheets and comforter. Dean was a tall man so his back had to literally arch up. Dean was loading his pistol with silver bullets, because he assumed these were werewolves. The case consisted of a man going into his white truck and coming out of a bar for dinner, and five minutes after he exited the bar, he was found dead in the trunk of his car, his chest ripped completely open and his front driver side door wide open. I mean, nothing could rip a mans stomach so strongly like that...especially when it's behind his truck and the sun was setting. The police had gotten a report from a young woman who came out about a minute after he did at the bar, and said it was 6:30 at night. Dean had a strange suspicion she was either part of the pack or just a suspect. The look on the woman's face from the picture he had gotten from the police just looked so suspicious to Dean. Later on, Dean finished loading his pistol will multiple silver bullets, grabbed a machete just in case, and his backpack with a first aid kit, water bottles, and his phone. Dean then stood up straight, clearing his throat. He walked over to his suitcase and took out a nice suit with a blood red tie, and said gently "Let's do this." and began to dress into his nice suit. Once he was dressed appropriately, he walked out of his hotel room and out the hotel building. He called a cab and got right in the back seat paying the driver and said "Clover Rd." He replied "The house with the current murder." He replied, leaning back against the seat and waited as the driver drove Dean. The murder was on the news and the driver of course had seen it, so Dean couldn't tell him to go to that house. The taxi then parked in front of the house, it was where the lady who had seen the victim's house. Dean slowly slid out of the taxi, slinging his backpack straps on each side of his shoulders and fixed his tie, slamming the taxi door behind him and took a few steps forward onto the grassy front lawn. Dean stared at the house "Let's get this show on the road." He said to himself with a smirk, ready to take on a new case.