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Chapter 7

Gordon Walker walked into his motel room feeling very confused. He knew John Winchester's reputation, had even met the man, he even knew some of his family history. So what the hell was he doing working with some creature? It wasn't noticeable, unless you knew what you were looking for, but he had ripped the lid off a coffin far too easily plus moved just a bit too fast. And John had let the creature near his son, why? Did it have some sort of control over them? He would need to look into this quietly before doing anything; he had to be sure what he was facing.

Ellen glanced over at the corner and frowned, she did not like the look of that. There was very little about Gordon Walker she did like actually. The man was…slimy and even more obsessed than John was. She didn't like letting him in but as long as he didn't cause any problems she couldn't really kick him out. She did glance over at Ash and nod, causing the computer expert to casually move closer while fooling around with some of her younger customers at the pool table. Hopefully he would be able to overhear just what the group was finding so fascinating.

John smiled as Sam showed Dean how to do something on the family laptop. Apparently the world Sam had been living in was ahead of them in technology which was taking him some time to adjust to but the good thing was Sam was able to fiddle around with some of their stuff, making it better. Sam could probably go to school and then bring several new bits of technology out and make a fortune. But Sam wouldn't even consider it, not wanting to leave for school or be around normal people who would notice his differences. As his phone range John left them to it in order to answer. "Winchester."

"John its Ellen, you've got trouble headed your way."

"What sort?" He asked, heart plummeting.

"Gordon Walker has some people convinced you're working with the enemy, they're coming after you."

"Dammit." He swore, someone must have seen Sam doing something not quite normal for a human.

"John?"

"We're not, it's Sam. He's not supernatural Ellen, some wacked out scientist got his hands on him and fooled around with his genetics or something." It was hard to admit that but he hoped she believed him. They didn't need every hunter out there gunning for Sam.

"What?" She demanded.

"It's the truth Ellen; we don't know what he was trying to do. Honestly when I first saw Sam I thought werewolf except it wasn't the full moon. But the changes are pretty much physical, he's still Sam mentally. He's back hunting with us now. He saved us from the demon Ellen, before he even realised who we were." He tried to make her see and she sighed.

"Where are you? I want to see for myself." She countered and he glanced over at Bobby who nodded and then went back to his research.

"Bobby's place, we've been working out of here."

"Fine, I'll be there in a few days."

Ellen parked her car and looked around the yard, spotting John's truck and the Impala nearby. She had a gun and knife at her back in case plus Jo and Ash knew where she was. The porch door opened and John walked down the stairs. "Ellen." He greeted and she nodded.

"John. So where are the boys?"

"Round back, come on." He led her around the house and she stopped at seeing Dean working on an old car with a younger, taller male. The dark head jerked up and hazel eyes focused on her instantly, appraising her and she felt a flash of nervousness at the intensity of that gaze. "Dean." John called and the older male looked up, shooting a grin at Ellen. He wiped his hands and waved.

"Hey Ellen, it's been years." He walked closer, his companion walking silently beside him.

"Dean. So this is Sam?"

"Yep. Sammy this is Ellen, she's known Dad for years."

"Hi." Sam greeted her quietly. She studied him quietly, taking in the slightly off shape to his pupils, the only thing she could see at the moment. Then she glanced at his hand and spotted too sharp nails. Both were things easily hidden and not noticeable from a distance so what had made Gordon suspicious? He smiled nervously and she saw the small fangs. John had been right; he did sort of remind her of a werewolf. But his actions were that of a shy teenager, not a bloodthirsty monster.

"Hello Sam, it's nice to finally get a chance to meet you." She held her hand out and he hesitated but then shook it firmly.

"Dad what's going on?" Sam asked, suspicious over why he was suddenly introducing him to new people.

John sighed and Dean tensed, shifting closer to his brother protectively. "A group of hunters have gotten it into their heads that Sam…"

"That I'm a monster." He whispered and Dean whirled on him.

"Don't you ever say that!" He yelled at his baby brother whose eyes went wide before he nodded. "You are not a monster Sammy, you're a mutant."

"Mutant?" Ellen asked in confusion and John looked at Dean who winced and then shrugged.

"Why don't you two go back to work? Bobby and I can talk to Ellen." He offered and Dean practically dragged his brother back to the car.

Ellen looked out the window at the brothers. She didn't know what to think about what she had been told. Another world? It all sounded so impossible but the evidence was outside, laughing at his big brother. To have gone through so much and then end up torn away from those he loved twice, Sam was a strong young man. She didn't know if she could have survived all he had gone through. The travel was bad enough but the experimentation? She fought the urge to shudder, how had he stayed sane? She laughed as Dean tackled Sam who easily flipped around to pin his brother to the ground, the two talking about something she couldn't hear. Dean bucked up, trying to throw Sam off but he was too good. Keeping Dean down until the older relaxed and pouted. Sam got up and offered him a hand up which Dean took. It was amazing how close they were after so long apart. She envied them that closeness, all she had left was Jo. She loved her daughter but as she got older they grew further apart.

Sam laid curled on his side, Dean a warmth at his side. Everyone was asleep except him. He was being hunted again, it wasn't the first time thanks to that stupid registration act and Stryker but this was different. In a way he was being hunted by his own this time. He was a hunter too after all but they didn't see that. All they saw was how he was different to them. Why couldn't he be allowed to just live his life with his family?

TBC…