Chapter One.
Mason turned up the old gravel driveway seeing her second home come in to view. She canted her head seeing a familiar car parked in the drive way and smiled as the smell of a freshly lit BBQ wafted up her nostrils. Good job she brought the beer! Once her sleek, black Shelby was parked, Mason grabbed her army issued pack and slung it over her shoulder before reaching back into the trunk to pull out the crate of beer she'd purchased on the way in. She couldn't help the shit-eating grin that crossed her face as she walked past the old classic car just up ahead, a little further onto the property, and she couldn't help the butterflies that fluttered deep down in the pit of her stomach.
"Stop that ya idjit." Bobby scolded looking across at Dean. "What did I do?" Bobby pointed the spatula at him and slit his eyes at the eldest Winchester. "Boy, don't make me use this!" Bobby threatened. "They'll be done soon." Sam smirked seeing his brother getting told off by the elder and took a sip of his beer. His ears perked up hearing the back door open behind him and whipped his head around. He almost choked on his beer as he saw Mason throw her bag on the porch bench. "Awww..., you're having a party and you didn't invite me?" Both Dean and Bobby's heads whipped around at the sound of her voice. "Pumpkin'," Bobby drawled dropping the spatula on to the small table by the BBQ and practically ran over to her. Mason placed the beer on the far bench by the door seeing him approaching her. "Hey Uncle Bobby, it's good to see you." He crushed her to him almost knocking the wind out of her. "Why didn't you call?" He asked, pulling back from her to look her over. "I wanted to surprise you. I just didn't know that the guys would be here." Dean licked his lips seeing her standing there with Bobby. She'd changed in the few months that it had been since they last saw her. Her hair was a little shorter than usual and she'd died the ends of her raven black hair bright purple and dark blue. She looked a little leaner too, still had that tight little body he'd fantasised about so many times. Sam slowly got up from the table and placed his beer down before walking over to her. Bobby moved back so that Mason could lean up on tip toes to wrap her arms around Sam in greeting. Mason sighed feeling his large body pressed up against her, his long slender fingers wrap around her sides as he hugged her back. Sam closed his eyes and breathed her in. God! She was good enough to eat. Even better than he remembered. Slowly, Mason pulled back to peer up at him through dark lashes. "It's good to see you, Sammy." His face broke out into that beautiful, dimpled smile of his as he licked his lower lip and peered down at her. "It's good to see you, Mase." She nodded her head and peered around his large frame to see Dean smirking at her. She giggled and walked over to him wrapping her arms around him. "Good to see you too, Dean." He gave a throaty chuckle right in her ear, the one she knew all the women would drop their panties for. "Been too long, Singer." He razzed pulling back from her. Bobby looked on with pride, seeing his niece standing with his two-favourite people. "Alright y'all, let's dig in." "Finally!" Dean groaned patting his stomach and headed on over to snag a plate from the beat-up garden table.
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"That a new tattoo?" Dean asked, pointing at Mason's ring finger with his half empty bottle of beer. She looked down seeing the tiny old-fashioned S that lay there. She cleared her throat and took a sip from her bottle. "Yeah, got it a couple months back." He nodded pulling the last sips of beer from his bottle before pitching it in the trash. "What does it mean?" She looked down at it again before meeting his eye. "It's an S… for Singer?" She stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "You know? As I'm a Singer?" Bobby smirked behind his beer bottle. He loved it when she played Dean at his own game. He sure had missed having her around. "So," Mason started. "What are you boys doing here? You on a hunt?" Sam shook his head as he leaned over to grab another beer. "Nope, just passing through." She knew better than that, they were on a hunt! She knew that Bobby would have probably warned them to not get her involved. Even though she was a damn good hunter and Bobby new it. So did the Winchesters. "Come on, cut the crap. What are we hunting?" Bobby took his cap off to wipe his brow with the back of his hand before placing the beat-up old cap back into place. Dean cleared his throat "Well, we found something interesting before you got here," he started and slid from the bench to walk over to where she was sitting. "There's a couple of cases of missing children." Mason furrowed her brows "And you think this is a case?" Sam cleared his throat and chimed in "There's been a mysterious woman spotted just before the kids go missing." Mason nodded her head, "So when we headed out?" Bobby blew out a breath and shook his head. "Nothing I'm going to say is going to stop you going, is it?" Mason pushed herself up from her chair and walked over to kiss his cheek. "Don't worry, I'm in good hands." "Hmm…," Bobby groaned, "That's what I'm worried about." He glared over at Dean and pointed at him slitting his green eyes. "She's off-limits boy!" Dean held his hands up in submission. "I didn't do anything."
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Dean pulled into the parking lot and shut off the engine. "Thank god that drive is over." Sam chucked from his seat beside him. "Come on, it wasn't that bad." Dean's head whipped over to look at his baby brother. "Are you kidding me?" "No, I did half the driving while you slept." Sam pushed the car door open and exited the car. Popping the trunk, he reached inside to grab his duffle and flung it over his shoulder before getting his brother's pack for him. Headlights blared behind them and Dean looked up just in time to see Mason pull into the parking lot. They'd asked her to travel with them but she'd insisted on bringing her car for some reason, said it was her lucky charm. She got out of the car and looked up at the motel and scrunched up her face. "Hey now," Dean chided, "Don't be picky. As long as there's a bed." "Yeah, that's clean." Mason shuddered as she walked past the boys. Sam bit his lower lip trying to stifle his smirk from his brother – he thought the same thing. The guy behind the counter looked real sleezy. Sitting there with his long, greasy hair, glasses on the end of his nose. Mason pulled her jacket a little tighter around herself before approaching the desk. When the guy looked up at her, his eyeballs nearly popped out of his head. Dean was quick to close the gap between them and wrap his arm around her. Showing the guy that she was 'with him'. The guy behind the desk looked from Mason to Dean and back again before asking. "Can I help you?" "We'd like two rooms please." Sam spoke first. The guy looked up at him, craning his neck so he could meet Sam's gaze. "Alright, how many nights?" Sam reached in his back pocket for his wallet but Mason had already beat him to it. She held out her credit card with the name Rylee Jackson on and smiled a bright smile. "All week, please." The guy gave her a bright crooked, yellow smile back and checked them in.
Mason slung her bag on the bed nearest the door and looked around the room. It wasn't the worst room she had stayed in but it still made her feel dirty. The 60's orange wallpaper with red flowers on was peeling off the walls, the murky brown carpet had big, dirty stains on in places and one of the chairs by the small table under the window was broken. At least she had a king-size bed to herself and a TV. She started to unpack, placing her clothes in the small nightstand by the side of the bed, placing her boots and converse under the bed and her toiletries on the shelf in the bathroom. At least there was a decent sized bath that she could relax in. Mason made a mental note to buy some cleaning products so she could make sure the bath was cleaned properly when she did a food run. It wasn't that she didn't trust the place it was that she knew what went on in places that looked like they rented girls by the hour. Not trusting the mattress either, she pulled the sheets back, opened her sleeping bag out and placed it on the bed before pulling the sheets back into place. Her cell phone beeped and she slid it out of her pocket to see a message from Sam. "Food run?" A bright smirk made its way across her lips as she messaged back. She turned to pick up her car keys and her wallet from the nightstand and heard the lock pop on the front door. Poised with the silver blade she kept tucked in the back of her waist band she watched as the door swung open and a large figure filled the doorway. Mason let out a breath and threw the blade on the nightstand. "I wondered when you'd show up."
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Sam turned to lock the door behind him and his long legs ate up the space between them. Before Mason knew what was happening Sam reached out to spear his long, slender fingers through her newly dyed hair and his lips crushed against her own. She groaned into his mouth feeling his hands travel from her hair down to her lower back, pulling her closer to him. Sam groaned into the cavern of her mouth earing himself another moan from her. He pulled back, peering down at her, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you we were at Bobby's." Mason shook her head, biting her lower lip as she gazed into those blazing eyes of his. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was going there." Sam's lips crushed back against her own as his hands found her hips so he could walk backwards towards the bed with her. Mason broke away and giggled feeling herself being propelled forward as Sam sat down. She was quick to climb onto his lap, straddling him. Sam smirked, reaching down to pull Mason's left hand up so he could look at it. His heart swelled with pride as he saw the small old-fashioned S sitting right there on her ring finger. "Do you like it?" He heard her soft voice ask. His head snapped up as he brought her left hand to rest on his chest. Mason leaned forward and her lips claimed his own. Sam's head span feeling her tongue dip into his mouth in a slow, leisurely kiss that took his breath away. When she pulled back, her cheeks a little flushed, she smiled. "Well, I'm glad you like it. Mr. Winchester." Sam reached up to brush a stray strand of hair away from her face and whispered, "I love it, Mrs. Winchester."