Thank you for the feedback Blondie 20000. I know poor Dean has begun to regress and really does want his Dad. Okay so we are going to jump ahead a couple of months here. John has been seeing Gemma and things are about as serious as they can get between the two, especially when John Winchester is involved.

Chapter 15

John watched as Gemma ate a large spoonful of buttercrunch ice cream covered in butterscotch and whip cream into her mouth. His cock responded when she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. "You're doing that on purpose."

Gemma opened her eyes and gave the hunter a naughty grin. "Hey, I'm just enjoying my sundae, I don't know what you mean."

"Sure you're not part witch," he said as he went to reach for the dish.

She pulled the dish out of his reach. "Get your own."

"Woman, what I'm interest in right now isn't ice cream." He told her as he sat up more.

Gemma moved away slightly as she wagged a finger at him. "Behave." She said as she took another bite. "You were telling me how the kids are doing," she reminded him.

Almost 2 months…it had been almost 2 months since that first night with Gemma and John had found himself back in her bed every night except for the three nights during the last lunar cycle. It still disturbed him how easy it was with her. Not only is she was a supernatural being and understood what he was up against but she was raised by a hunter and understood what he was dealing with as hunter and a father.

He never thought he would share any part of his life with a woman again but Gemma was different and it scared the Hell out of him but at the same time it felt good to have somebody to share it with.

It was the first night after the lunar cycle that he told her about Roy's death. Those three nights with Dean were some of the worst. He had just started seeing Tom and he had gotten the child to talk about his Mom and Roy. It broke John's heart at how much his son had buried about his Mom because he wouldn't talk to him about it.

He had been leery when Tom had asked him to begin sitting in on Dean's sessions and that was when he completely understood how desperately his son needed him. It was a fine line he walked with Dean.

His instinct was to coddle him…to make up for all that lost time but even though Dean was more mature than most children his age; he was still a child who pushed the boundaries and Tom had to remind him discipline was a sign of love too and that Dean needed him to be firm and consistent.

The past two weeks things had seem to be a little better. John had been spending extra time with both his boys, including getting both back into training. The structure did seem to have a positive effect for Dean and the other morning he noticed when the boy came into the kitchen that even though his eyes drifted to the spot where Roy died like usual but after a few deep breaths he was able to come in without additional encouragement.

John was also grateful the bed wetting accident seem to have been a one-time deal. Tom had told him he needed to encourage Dean to stay in his own bed and over the past week the boy had only climbed into his bed one early morning after a bad dream. He decided these were all positive signs that Dean was learning how to deal with what happened.

Sighing he told her, "actually they seem to be doing pretty good. Jo's appetite is better and the boys seem to be falling back into their routines."

Gemma smiled. "Good, that's good. Trust me I remember how it was when I first went to live with my parents. Dealing with trauma isn't easy and when you're little it's hard to find the words you need to talk about what happened."

John frowned at that. "It must have been hard; you were only four."

Gemma sighed as she leaned over and put the now empty bowl on the bedside table by John. She smiled when he reached up and pulled her closer so that she was laying mostly on top of him. His hand gently running up and down her back.

She moaned at his gently caress as she explained, "it wasn't easy but my Mom and Dad, they were there for me. Especially my Mom…I'll never forget waking up one night after a nightmare…I think I had been there a week or so and my Mom, she never left me. I woke up crying and she just rocked me in her arms and she told me she loved me and would always be there for me. Something so simple as saying I love you, but it was exactly what I needed."

John leaned down and kiss the crown of Gemma's head. "I guess we all just need to hear it every once in a while."

"Yeah, I guess we do." She told him softly as she leaned up and kissed John. She chewed on her lower lip as she closed her eyes and said what she had been practicing all day. "You know John, the fair is next weekend…and I…I was thinking the kids might like to go. We could make a day of it. Us, Bobby and the kids."

John sighed as he gently pushed off of him and sat up. "Gem, don't. What's between us is between us only. My sons aren't going to be part of this."

"I see," she said as she climbed over John and grabbed his discarded tee shirt off the floor before putting it on and then taking the bowl off the table and heading out of the bedroom.

John shook his head angrily as he got out of the bed and slipping on his jeans before following her out. "You know the rules, you have no right to be upset." He said as he stormed into the kitchen where she was washing the dishes she had left earlier.

Gemma ignored him and continued to scrub the pan in her hands.

John snorted, "seriously you tell me all time you're not a little girl but here you are throwing a fucking tantrum."

Gemma threw the pan into the sink, causing the water to splash all over the place. "I'm not throwing a fucking tantrum and I'm sorry but I must have been asleep when you went over the 'rules' to whatever this is!"

"Come off it. You know exactly what this is. Two people who enjoy each other."

"Right," Gemma said as she pushed past him. "You mean two people who just have sex!"

"Hey, I never said that and I never forced you to do anything either Sweetheart!" He shouted.

Gemma closed her eyes as she tried desperately not to cry. "No…no you didn't," she agreed sadly.

"Look," he told her as he walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. "We're two consenting adults and we enjoy each other's company. What's wrong with that?"

Gemma hung her head slightly. "Nothing," she told him. Her eyes drifted shut as John wrapped his arms around her middle.

"Let's not argue," he murmured as he kissed her neck.

She slipped out of his arms and moved away from him. "It's getting late, you should probable head back to Bobby's."

He looked at his watch. "Yeah, I should get back. Are we good?"

Gemma nodded her head and gave him a strain smile. "Yeah."

"Good girl," John said as he walked over to her and kissed her. "I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Can't," she told him.

"You said we were good."

"It's my Mom's birthday," she explained as she moved over to the couch and sat down.

John nodded his head. "Oh, right. Okay so then the night after…"

"I'm not sure."

"Gemma," he sighed.

"John, I just need some time. Look the lunar cycle starts this weekend anyways, how about I call you after the cycle." She said as she played with the hem of his tee shirt.

"Okay, that might be for the best anyways I found a hunt and I'm going to be leaving this weekend." He told her as he sat down to put on his sock and boots that he had kicked off when he got to her place.

"A hunt?" Gemma said as she looked up.

"I was going to tell you." He said as he finished lacing up his boots.

"How long will you be gone?" She asked trying to keep her voice light.

"Not long, looks like a straight salt and burn. It's two days out a couple of days on the ground and two days back. Should be back next week."

"I see," she said as she finally looked up. "Can I ask if you're taking the boys?"

John leaned forward and took her hands in his. "Gem, you don't need to ask permission like that. I appreciate that you care. I do."

She nodded her head. "I do care John. I can't pretend I don't."

John smiled as he reached up and cupped her cheek. "Gemma I'm not looking for you to pretend anything. Maybe if things were different but there not and it is what it is. I have my mission and my boys are training to be part of that mission."

"To get the daemon that killed Mary." She said.

"Exactly," he said. "And to answer you other question. No they aren't coming, Dean's not ready. They're staying with Bobby."

"Okay, so I guess I'll talk to you when you get back." She said.

John ran his thumb along her cheekbone and whispered. "Do I get a kiss before I leave?"

Gemma smiled as she pushed him back as she stood up. He smirked as she climbed onto the couch, straddling him. "Of course you get a kiss but first I should probable give you back your shirt." She said as she reached down and pulled his shirt off.

"God damn it Woman. You play dirty." He said as he pulled her flushed against him and kissed her as he decided he would be later than usual tonight.

SPNSPNSPSNSPN

Gemma held the blanket up and smiled. For her first crochet project it was coming along pretty well if she did say so herself. She imagine John would find her doing something so domestic amusing but she found the repetitive motion of the crochet pattern relaxing.

It had been over two weeks since she had seen John and she used that time to think. She fell for him and she knew he had feelings for her but hated that he wanted to keep their relationship separate from his sons. As much as she hated it she decided she still wanted to be with him.

She sighed as she looked up at the tv. She had tried to call his mobile number but she wasn't sure if the calls even went through because he never picked up. He had told her he would be back by now but growing up with a hunter for a Dad she knew simple in and out cases could end up being trickier than expected.

She was contemplating whether to order Chinese for a late-night snack when her phone rang. She reached over and picked up. "Hello."

"Gemma?" A voice she vaguely recognized said.

"Who is this?"

"Bobby Singer."

Her heart began racing…this wasn't good. It was never good when another hunter reached out to…to…she snorted to herself when she thought family. She wasn't John's family…she wasn't even sure if she was his girlfriend.

"Gemma?" She heard him call again.

"He's gone…"she whispered into the phone as her tears began to fall.

"What…no Gemma that's not it. Now girl you need to listen to me. I need your help." He told her.

"No…you said no." She cried.

"I said no. Now take a deep breath."

"Right," she said as she followed his instructions. "You said you need my help."

"He's overdue…that doesn't mean he's gone…just mean he may need help but I can't leave the kids alone." He explained.

Gemma opened and closed her mouth in shock as she processed what he was asking her to do. "John…he said I can't…he doesn't want the boys and me…"

"Yeah well he's idjet." He said cutting her off mid ramble. "Don't care what he wants. I need you to stay with the kids so I can go and pull his bacon out of the fire. Will you do it or not?"

"Give me your address and a few minutes to throw some clothes into a bag." She told him as she smirked at the man on the phone call John and idjet. She would deal with his anger after Bobby brought him home to them safe and sound.

TBC