Third Generation {Third book in the "Born to Be a Hunter" Series}

$10,000

Surfing was great. More wipeouts than actual surfing, but it was fun nonetheless. Whenever Matt fell, he made this elaborate scream that cracked me up every time. After surfing lessons, we got a couple's massage down at the beach, then enjoyed a nice sushi lunch. I had never known that rice can make you feel that sluggish. Later we went to take a nap and relax for a while, but planned to go to the luau after a while.

I woke up, got dressed in a new, slim fit, blue, sweet-hearted, rippled dress, flip-flops, full make-up, with my hair in swirling tendrils down my shoulders and back. Matt wore a polo shirt with nice jeans and his biker boots. I fixed his hair up to be as nice as it could be at that high-and-tight look.

We walked down to the bar, hand in hand, and ordered a couple of drinks with little umbrellas in them with a pineapple garnish in each. Matt took one sip and made and "Oh," face.

He coughed, "Lotta rum." I laughed a little, but continued to slurp my greatly rum-ed drink quickly. Being a Winchester, I had developed a tolerance for strong alcoholic drinks, a skill Matt will gain eventually.

"Alright, everybody," Called a man holding an ukulele over the sandy beached bar area. "Time for the couple's dance. No matter if your married, dating, or just getting to know each other, get on the dance floor." He said, pointing at the wooden floor in the middle of the sand.

Matt looked back at me and I started to shake my head, "No. Matt, I don't dance."

"Please?" he asked, reaching for my hands. "Just for me?" He walked closer and put his head on mine.

I sighed, "Fine, but just this time." He whispered a cheer and dragged me onto the dance floor. He rested one hand on my hip and held his other out with mine clutched tightly. My left arm rested on his shoulder and my head on his collarbone just as the band started to play something and sing in Hawaiian.

Just swaying back and forth made me feel like it was just me and him. Matt started to translate the song quietly into my ear, saying sweet nothings for a while until I actually registered them as words. Then, the song stopped and everyone started to clap. Matt leaned down and kissed me gently and a microphone wined.

"Excuse me, ma'am." A woman tapped my shoulder. "Would you mind coming on the stage with me?" I looked at Matt and he nodded for me to go. I followed her and stood in the middle of the stage, staring at close to fifty people.

"What is your name, ma'am?" the woman asked, leaning the microphone in my direction.

I cleared my throat, "Jackline."

"Hi, Jackline. How old are you?"

"26." I looked at Matt when I said it and he smiled.

The lady followed my gazed to Matt, "Is that your boyfriend?"

"That's my husband." I clarified, feeling the wedding band and engagement ring on my finger.

"Oh, for how long?" the woman asked with a bright smile.

"For six years now."

She responded, "Awww. What brings you to Hawaii?" She looked down at my rings then brought her eyes back up to meet mine.

"Honeymoon. We had never had one and we had finally caught a break from family, so we just came"

"Any kids?" she asked. I started to get suspicious. Who would ask this many questions to a stranger?

"One. A little girl. She's five." I said, smiling at the thought of her.

"Well, you just won $10,000 to spend on that baby girl." She said handing me giant check. "Every five years there's a drawing for a random customer staying at the Hawaii Hotel Resort to win 10 grand just for staying with us and you're the winner!" I smiled as they took a picture and Matt ran up to the stage to hug me.

I just stood there, stunned, with a shocked expression plastered on my face. This wasn't normal. Winchester's never had good luck. Not since 1982.

*

"Ten grand? Holy crap." Dean said through the phone. I paced in the suite with my oversized, Guns N' Roses shirt swaying with every step.

"Yeah, I don't have a good feeling about it. Maybe there's a case in town . . . or-or-or a demon deal, or something." I rambled, biting at the end of my thumb.

"Jack, listen to me, alright." Dean cut in, taking a deep breath. "You're just paranoid because you haven't worked a case in a while."

I laughed, "Paranoid? You would be too if you were handed a check that big."

"Okay, just relax. In . . . and out." I did as my dad said and swallowed hard. "There's nothing going on. You need to chill out and enjoy yourself. You're in Hawaii for Pete's sake."

"Alright. I'll calm down if you answer me this."

Dean cleared his throat, "Go ahead."

"When was the last time we had good luck?" He didn't answer for a couple moments. I could tell he had no answer.

"I gotta go. I need to make dinner for your girl."

I squeezed my eyes shut and passed a hand over my face, "Tell her we love her, okay?"

"Yeah, gotcha. You two have a good time. Not too much of a good time, though."

"Kay. Bye."