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Chapter 2 – Memories and a Mix Tape.

Before starting to drive I opened the glove box and reached into a hidden compartment I had under the dash. I pulled out a manila envelope I had taped there and looked at it for a second before ripping it open and spilling the contents on the seat. It contained a faded photo of Becca, taken two weeks after we arrived in Savannah. She was setting on the railing of the porch that wrapped around Harry's house. She had on cut off shorts, one of my faded AC/DC tee shirts with her bare feet swinging free. Her black curls were pulled back into a pony tail and her blue eyes were laughing. I remember exactly the day this picture was taken. That was the morning before we made love for the first time. That tee shirt and cut off ended up on the grass next to a blanket we had laid out under a willow tree. The moon was reflecting off the water of the inlet that ran by the house and now, as I closed my eyes, in my head I could still hear her voice say my name as I moved inside her.

I took a deep breath, bringing me back to the present. Next to the picture was a letter that I quickly put back into the envelope. I was not up to rereading that now. That would have to wait for another day, if ever. There was also a cassette tape. Becca had made it for me during those two weeks that Dad and Bobby were away in North Carolina. I started to laugh to myself as I remembered how she had made fun of me for not updating the stereo in the Impala. The day she gave it to me she told me she had to go to the antique stores in town to find a recorder to make it. I hadn't listened to it since the day she told me she didn't love me. Why I kept it, I have no idea. I am not one of those guys that holds on to mementos he can get all weepy over later. Maybe I knew, somewhere down deep that that last day was a lie.

I heard Sam start Bobby's Belair and I quickly started the Impala and headed east. As I got on the black top I slid the tape into the player. There was a crackle and then the first song started. "Save All Your Love" by Great White. I let the memories take over as the miles passed.

I had just turned 22. Dad and I had stopped by Bobby's because he had called saying he needed our help taking care of a vampire nest. Sam had just started college, saying he wanted to get out of the family business. I didn't agree, but I understood.

Dad had given me the Impala for my last birthday, he was driving a newly acquired Camero and Bobby was in a GTO he was in the process of restoring as we caravanned down to Savannah.

The Terlou family had a long history. They had been in the fishing business for a long time, and hunters for even longer. The house looked like it belonged in Gone with the Wind. As we drove up the long dirt driveway, I remember thinking that Dad and I were obviously doing something wrong. We all parked in a row on the curve of the circular drive way. I got out and stretched as I looked back down the way we came in. There were peach trees lining either side, and beyond was a very well kept lawn. When I turned around and looked at the house I noticed that the lawn to the right of the house followed gentle curves until it finally stopped at an inlet waterway.

As I walked up to where Dad and Bobby stood, a man came out on the porch and I instantly thought we had ended up on Colonel Sander's house by mistake. He was tall, had a full head of white hair and a pure white mustache and goatee. No white suit though. He was wearing Levi's, cowboy boots and a button up western shirt.

"Well I knew I should have installed that damn gate." He came sauntering down the stairs. "Look at what the cat drug in." He had a strong southern twang and a smile covered his face as he gave Dad and Bobby quick hugs. "How long has it been John? Ten years?"

"More like fifteen." Dad turned to look at me. "Harry, this is my son Dean. Dean this old coot is Harry Terlou." I shook his hand and I could tell he was silently assessing me.

"Nice to meet you son. I hope you are hungry and up to some southern hospitality. We are planning on a crab boil tonight. My grandkids have been getting everything ready. I always come up with the best ideas when my gut is full and my mind is clouded by liquor." I liked Harry. He was my kind of guy.

He invited us in and the house was very welcoming. There were a lot of old family pictures on the walls. It was mainly furnished with antiques, but it didn't feel stuffy. We followed Harry through the house and as we were coming into the kitchen the back door opened. In walked a man in his mid twenties. He was about my height and build with black hair that looked like it could use a cut and blue eyes.

"John you remember my Grandson Bo?" Bo extended his hand and Dad pulled him slightly closer to him.

"There is no way that this is Bo? How are you?"

"I'm good Sir. Nice to see you again." He dropped Dad's hand and took Bobby's. "Nice to see you Bobby. You going to get out on the water with me this time before you take off?"

"That's my plan." Bobby laughed.

"Bo this is my son Dean." Dad introduced us and we shook hands as well.

"Nice to meet you Dean. What about you? Do you do much fishing?" I had never met any these people before, but it felt like I had known them all my life.

Before I could answer I heard a voice on the stairs. "Is it just my imagination, or did this house get a sudden influx of testosterone?" There was a slight southern drawl, but not as much as the other. I turned and there on the steps was a sight that took my breath away. She was about five foot six; raven colored curls fell across her shoulder and just hit the top of her breasts. She was wearing a white sundress that clung to her in all the right places. Her eyes were crystal blue and her pouty red lips pulled up into a mischievous smile. She ran the rest of the way down the stairs and right into Bobby's arms. "Well at least I know I can still trust my instincts. Nice to see you Bobby." He swung her around and she kissed him on the cheek.

"You keep getting more and more beautiful every day Becca. Good thing Harry has an arsenal to keep all the unworthy wolves away." She hit his chest and focused her attention on Dad.

"Nice to see you again Mr. Winchester." She hugged Dad and he pulled her back to look at her.

"Last time I saw you, you had just lost your two front teeth."

"Yeah I've changed a little since then. It is so nice to see you though. Granddad has been trying to get you and your boys down here for years now. If I'd have known all it would have taken was a nest of vampires, I would have been looking harder to find one." Her eyes laughed and I had to fight to maintain my composure.

"Rebecca, this is my son Dean."

"Please call me Becca." She extended her hand and when I took it, a current ran straight through my arm into my heart. I heard her breath catch and she quickly looked down at our joined hands and then up to meet my eyes. "Nice to meet you Dean."

A truck horn brought me back to the present. I just wanted to get to her. To them. I was trying to not think of how different my life would have been if I had only known.

The song changed and "When I See You Smile" by Bad English started. I let the memories drift back.

That night, we all shared great food and even better conversation. I offered to help Becca clean up while the other went in and put together the plan to go after the nest. The conversation flowed as we talked about growing up as hunters. We compared war stories and scars. I just about made an ass of myself when she lifted her skirt to show me a scar she had high on the left thigh.

After everything was put away, she asked if I wanted to see around the grounds. It was July and the sun was just starting to set. A cool breeze blew across the water. We walked down the shore to a large willow tree with a swing hanging from one of the large ancient branches. It you swung high enough, you could have jumped off and landed in the water. We sat under the tree and watched as the darkness crept in.

"So, why haven't you and your Daddy been down to see us? We were beginning to feel unimportant." She smiled and looked directly into my eyes.

"If I'd have known you were her, I would have insisted on it." I gave her a wicked smile in return.

"Why Mr. Winchester, are you flirting with me." She mocked fanned her face with her hand.

"Would it bother you if I were?"

"Only if you were all talk and no action." I reached up and ran my fingers down her cheek, letting my hand come to rest on her neck. I pulled her slowly, our eyes never leaving each others. I paused before our lips met, taking in the moment. She smelled like lilacs, cherry chap stick and honey. I slowly pressed my lips to hers and that electric shock I felt earlier moved through me to points farther south. She brought her arms around me, lightly running her fingers up my back. I pulled back from her and the rising moon reflecting off the water made her look like she was glowing. I leaned in again, but was interrupted by Bo calling for us.

Becca leaned in and gave me one more kiss before standing and pulling me with her. "We'll be right there Bo." She yelled towards the house. She wrapped her arm around my waist leaned into me as we walked back up to the house.

The next three days consisted of preparing for taking down the vampire nest and stolen moments between Becca and I. We were trying to be as discrete as possible. It wasn't easy. Anytime Becca was in the same room as me, all I wanted to do was push her up against a wall kiss my way down her body. By the time it came to take on the vamps, I was full of so much sexual frustration; I think I could have ripped their head off with my bare hands.

This time it was Sam flashing his brights and honking at me that got my attention. That was our signal to pull over at the nearest restaurant. Up ahead I saw a sign for mom and pop road side diner. I pulled over and Sam pulled up next to me. I got out and walked towards the door. Sam and Bobby followed. We ordered and ate in silence. When we were finished we headed out towards the cars.

Bobby got in the driver's side of his car and Sam followed me to the Impala. I looked at him silently asking him what the hell he was doing.

"Bobby's fine to drive now and you and I need to talk."

Great. This was gonna be a whole hell of a lot of fun.