Thank you so much Franki3Winchester, C1B12 and Blondie 20000 for wonderful feedbackm*hugs*!. Oh there is more to Gemma than meets the eye *grin*. Let's just say I wanted to do a little twist on the who are the real monsters walking among our heroes.

I hope you enjoy the next part.

Chapter 12

"Porter," she said as she sat back in her chair.

"Porter, what the Hell does that mean."

"It's my name…Gemma Porter."

"And that's supposed to mean something to me," he hissed as he shot a look over at Jo to make sure she was alright.

"Are you saying you don't know the name Porter?" She asked with a smirk.

John opened his mouth to demand she stop playing games with him when the name click into place and he raised the gun he had pulled out just enough to get the woman's attention before saying, "Charlie Porter…you're one of his aren't you. What the Hell are you?"

Gemma sighed. "I'm just a girl who knows that those things that go bump in the night are real."

"Oh, you're more than that if you're one of Porter's…you're not a demon…so what are you and don't even think of giving me some cute answer or I swear I'll put you down here and now."

Gemma looked at the man across from him and knew he would do it. "Werewolf."

John shook his head angrily, "God damn Porter and his strays."

"I'm not an animal," she snapped.

"Really…say that to me after you've been running around on all fours after a full moon."

She snorted in disgust, "you don't know anything about me. I'm not a threat to you, to Jo or to your boys."

"That's not how I see it. Here you are tracking us…" He started.

"I wasn't tracking you; I work here. I thought that was Bobby Singer but I haven't seen the man since I was around 6-years-old and my Dad…Charlie…told us that he's been hunting with a John Winchester for a while and that you had 2 boys…but when I saw Jo, I thought I was wrong so I didn't say anything to Bobby."

John snorted, "you expect me to believe that. Then how did you figure it out, hmmm."

Gemma grinned at him. "Don't blame me that you forgot the first rule of hunting…never use your real name on any form…even a form for a little first aid station at the local zoo."

"Oh shit," John mumbled to himself, blushing at the rookie mistake.

Gemma could help it; she began to giggle at the man across from her and asked. "Is the big bad hunter blushing?"

"Uncle John," Jo said as she ran up to him. "Is it time to go?"

John pulled the girl onto his lap, as far away from the werewolf across from him as he could. "Yeah Baby Girl, it's time we leave," he told the child.

Jo immediately began to squirm to get down. "Uncle John, I need to say bye to Miss Gemma."

"NO!" John said harshly and winced when Jo looked up at him and he saw a flicker of fear in her eyes.

"Come here Jo," Gemma said as she held her arms open and was relieved when John released the child. Jo went to the woman and Gemma pulled her in for a warm hug. "Now you be a good girl for your Uncle John."

"Thank you for my outfit and stuff giraffe Miss Gemma."

"You're very welcome Sweetie." She said, kissing the top of her head.

John stood up and held his hand out for Jo. "Come on Baby, Uncle Bobby and the boys should be at the car." He said as he forced himself to give the little girl a reassuring smile.

Jo looked up into the hunter's eyes and gave him a shy smile that melted his heart and he quickly reached down and lifted the girl into his arms. "I'm sorry I shouted at you Baby," he told her as he gave her a hug.

John looked over Jo's shoulder and saw the way Gemma was watching him. He frowned when she reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it.

"Don't make assumptions about things you don't understand…call me." The woman said as she slipped the piece of paper into his shirt pocket before running her hand over Jo's head.

John watched as the woman walked passed them. He turned and quickly headed out to meet Bobby and his boys. He sighed in relief when he saw the older hunters and his sons. He put Jo on the ground and told the children to get into the car. He grabbed Bobby by the arm when he went to open the car door and pulled him slightly aside. "We need to talk once we get the kids settled."

Bobby frowned when he took in his friend's clearly upset face. "What happened?"

"Not here, later." He insisted.

Bobby looked at his niece and assessed that she was fine, so he nodded his head. Whatever John needed to speak to him about wasn't something he wanted to take a chance of the children overhearing them.

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"Jesus John…that girl was Charlie Porter's daughter?"

"Werewolf…not daughter." He said in disgust.

Bobby sighed; he knew most hunters felt the same way as John. Part of him understood their reactions but he knew Charlie Porter and trusted his judgement. "She has a point; you're making assumptions about her."

"Damn straight I am and so should you. That bitch has Jo scent, she was all over that child!"

Bobby shook his head. "She probably felt a connection with Jo."

"And you're okay with that?!" He shouted in disbelief.

"Keep your voice down," Bobby snapped as he looked towards the stairs. They had finally got the kids settle and he didn't want them waking up because of John's shouting. "And you don't know that girl's story."

"Fine," he snapped as he grabbed two beers out of the fridge and sat at the table. "Enlighten me."

Bobby accepted the beer John held out towards him. "She's an alpha, that means she was born a werewolf, wasn't sired. My understanding is that her parent's pack was peaceful…that they only ate animals hearts never humans and kept themselves locked up during lunar cycles."

"Bullshit…werewolves don't do that."

"Some do. Unfortunately, other packs don't always approve of this. When Gemma was 4 years old another pack came in and killed her parents, grandparents and two aunts." He explained, "the alpha of that pack found her hiding under her bed and decided that he would 'raise' her the right way. To know her place as one of his bitches. He branded her…4 years old and the bastard branded her as his bitch."

John stared at the other hunter in shock. "Jesus."

"Charlie and Jim caught the case. They were shocked when they realized that they had walked into one pack taking out another pack. They managed to track down that pack and took them out. Charlie found the child naked and chained up in the basement surrounded by dead bodies. Neither could bring themselves to kill her and Charlie brought her home to his wife."

"Okay…maybe I wouldn't be able to kill a child, even a werewolf child but that doesn't change what she is. How could they trust she wouldn't attack and kill them?"

"Didn't say they moved her into a bedroom with a canopy bed. Charlie has a holding cell in his basement. They kept her there for three months to monitor her. Thankfully they found her before the lunar cycle, and she hadn't been forced to feed on a human heart. They fed her animal hearts and she seem more than fine with that. Never got the taste for human. Gradually they began bringing her upstairs to spend time with the family and after a while she was moved into their daughter's bedroom. She may not be born to Charlie and his Mrs. but they love her like she was and from everything I've seen and heard, she love them too."

"Come on Bobby. You and I know that they need a pack…you saying she doesn't belong to one."

"Didn't say she didn't belong to one. Look there are more packs than you know that truly aren't a threat to anyone. I've even met a few. They keep to themselves, stick to animal hearts, go to work and contribute to their communities. They want nothing to do with those other werewolves and if they have to, they will take them out themselves. Charlie found information at her parent's house about the rest of the pack and he reached out to them. They agreed to let Charlie and his wife raise her as long as they could spend time with her since being with a pack does helps keep them balance."

"Great so what…they have pack reunions…hold hands and sing Kumbaya." He snorted in disgust.

Bobby smirked at the other hunter. "You know what I think?"

"No, what do you think." He snapped.

"I think you like her and you don't know how to fit her story into your black and white world."

John choked on the swig of beer he had just taken. "Have you flipped your lid Old Man."

"Well you think you know everything…why don't you take that number that I know you slipped into your wallet and call her. Set up a meeting and listen to her and then determine if she's an actual threat or would you rather just live in ignorance. Believe me John, there is more to this job than you actually know…including that not all supernatural beings are monsters and they can be just as innocent as humans…and that's why we do this job…to protect the innocents…and you can't just randomly pick which ones you choose to help." The other man reasoned.

John watched as Bobby stood up. "I've got some research to do," he said as went to walk past John before stopping and putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Call her…listen to what she has to say."

John put down the empty beer bottle on the table. Sighing he pulled out his wallet and the piece of paper with Gemma's number on it. Was Bobby, right? Could she be an innocent being who just happened to be cursed being a werewolf?

He was so lost in thought that he didn't heard Dean's footsteps until the child was standing in the doorway. "Dean, you should be asleep." He said as he patted the chair across from him. He frowned when Dean chewed on his lower lip, staring at the spot where that bastard Roy died.

"Come here Ace," John said as he held his arms open and sighed when Dean hurried over to him and let himself be enveloped in his father's arms. "Bad dream?" he asked as he lifted his oldest onto his lap.

"He was cutting Jo's neck," the child whispered as he buried his face into his father's chest.

"Oh Dean," John murmured as he kissed the top of his son's head.

"John, I think one of the kids…" Bobby stopped talking as he walked into the kitchen and saw Dean sitting on his father's lap. "…is up." He finished. He walked over and ran his hand over Dean head. "Hey Buddy, can't sleep?"

Dean shook his head as he looked up at Bobby. "I woke up," he explained.

Bobby exchanged a concerned look with the boy's father before asking, "how about a cup of milk?"

"Okay," the child said as he yawned and leaned into his father.

"You need to go to bed after your milk though, understand Little Man."

"Okay," he agreed as he watched Bobby pour the milk into a cup for him.

"Here you go Kiddo," the older man said as he handed him the cup.

"Thank you," Dean said as he took a sip of the milk. He looked up to his father and asked hopefully. "Dad are you going to go to bed too?"

John sighed, "Would you feel better if I did?"

Dean nodded his head, blushing at how needy he was being. "Un huh."

"After you finish your milk, I want you to go up and get back into bed. I'll be up shortly, okay."

"Okay," Dean agreed. Once Dean finished his drink he got up and started towards the door before he stopped and turned around. "You promise you're gonna come up Dad."

"I promise," he vowed.

"Night Dean," Bobby said.

"Night Uncle Bobby."

Bobby waited until he heard Dean running up the stairs to the second floor. "Still think he doesn't need to speak to anybody. That boy has been sleeping in motel rooms with just him and Sammy for a few years…now he's afraid to sleep without you in the room."

"He just needs a little time, he'll be fine." John argued.

Bobby shook his head in disagreement but didn't push the subject. Instead he grabbed the now empty cup and brought it to the sink, washing and rinsing it before putting on the dish-rack.

He turned and study his friend. "You know, sometimes you have to wonder…who are the real monsters in this world. The supernatural beings…or the humans who take pleasure in hurting other humans who are weaker than them." He said as started to walk out of the kitchen. "I'm heading to bed, see you in the morning."

John watched the older man walked out of the kitchen before picking up the piece of paper that Gemma had slipped into his pocket earlier. Sighing he got up and walked over to the phone that sat on the counter by the door. He looked at the phone and then back down at the paper in his hand. Before he could talk himself out of it, he quickly lifted the phone and punched in the numbers on the paper.

He listened as the phone rang several times before he heard a breathy, 'hello' and then heard himself saying, "I'm willing to hear what you have to say." He told the woman on the other line…wondering what Hell he was about to get himself into.

TBC