A/N: I hope all of you are having a great Easter Weekend (even though Easter is tomorrow). I decided to give you all an update as an Easter gift. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

The four of them came to a stop outside of the garage where John was in. Dean let out a breath, his eyes wandering over the building, then wiped at his lips. "Okay. I'm gonna go in there and hopefully, I'll be able to stop Anna."

Mary's focus switched back and forth from the building then to Dean. "I'll help you."

Dean raised his hand up to Mary. "No. I'll take care of this."

"John is my husband and this angel, is after me." Mary advanced towards Dean, her gaze leveling with his. "I'm gonna help stop her."

Dean's lips twitched at the corners before finally nodding his head in agreement. "All right, then." Dean looked over at Sam and Natalie. "Nad, you stay close with Sam. Don't get involved, unless absolutely necessary."

Sam gave Dean a short nod. "Got it." Dean moved his focus over to Natalie, who had not yet agreed to his terms. Dean's brow raised in questioning, causing Natalie to sigh and nod her head.

Dean hummed in approval. "Right then. Let's go." Dean and Mary lead towards the garage door, with Sam and Natalie trailing right behind them. They both stand on either side of the door, giving each other a small nod, before Dean slowly opened the door and walked in, Mary following him.

Sam walked up and stood next to the door, as Natalie made her way next to him. Sam edged himself closer to the door, giving Dean and Mary a few moments, before slowly opening the door. Sam turned back to Natalie, giving her a small nod and took a hold of her hand, leading their way into the garage.

Sam and Natalie continued walking before taking refuge behind a few shelves. Natalie raised her hand and moved aside a few tool boxes, creating a big enough space for her and Sam, to keep an eye on everything. Natalie's eyes widened as Anna throws John over a car. Natalie could feel her body jerk, trying to run out and help them, when Sam grabbed her arm holding her in place.

"Nad. Don't. Move." Sam's voice was low, yet firm, his eyes did the rest of the talking for him. Natalie looked up at him, both of them locking in a small staredown, until Natalie gave up and looked back through the small space on the shelf.

Dean quickly made his way out from his hiding place and walked up to Anna, tightening his hold on the angel blade. Dean raised his arm, ready to strike Anna, when she turned around just in time and grabbed a hold of his arm, then grabs his neck.

"I wish I could say it's good to see you, Anna." Dean managed to choke out.

Anna gave him the tilt of a head. "You too, Dean." Anna tightens her grip on his arm, throwing him across the room.

Natalie jolted straight up and went to move, when Sam stopped her once again. "Nad. Don't."

Natalie's eyes widened in questioning, motioning over to where Mary was now fighting off Anna. Sam took this in, his thoughts once again conflicting with themselves.

Natalie tugged on Sam's arm, "Come on." Natalie turned back around and crouched, swiftly walking behind various shelves and beaten up cars. Natalie reached the end of one of the cars and poked her head out of the side. Mary stumbled away from Anna, who began to slowly advance towards her.

Natalie looked back at over at Sam. "What are we going to do?" Natalie watched as Sam took out a knife and cut his hand. "What the hell are you doing?"

Sam looked up at Natalie and gave her a faint smile. "Creating a distraction." Sam stood up and ran over to the wall and began to hastily draw something with his blood.

Natalie stood up from behind the car she was hiding behind and looked back over to Mary, seeing her drive a crowbar into Anna's chest.

Anna takes a hold of the crowbar and pulled it out of her chest, dropping it to the ground. "Sorry. It's not that easy to kill an angel."

"No." Natalie looked back over at Sam, seeing a fully drawn sigil on the wall. "But you can distract them." Sam presses his bloodied palm against the sigil, a burning light pierced the room for only a moment. Natalie looked back where Anna was, only to find that she had now vanished.

The car was filled with silence, with a dash of tension. But, the tension was so dense you could cut it with a knife. Natalie sat in-between Sam and Dean in the backseat of the Impala, while John and Mary were in the front seats.

Natalie held her arms close to her body, pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. Usually, Natalie was used to this kind of silence, it was something that she experienced with Sam and Dean on numerous hunts. But, this time it was different.

"Monsters. Monsters?" John's voice cut through Natalie's thoughts.

"Yes." Mary responded, her voice was low.

"Monsters are real." John scoffed in disbelief.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know how—'

"And you fight them?" John asked, looking over at Mary. "All of you?" John looked into the rearview mirror at Sam, Dean and Natalie.

"Yeah." Sam finally answered.

John let out a small hiss and bit down on his bottom lip. "How long?" John asked, directing the question at Mary.

"All my life. John, just try to understand—'

"She didn't exactly have a choice—' Dean suddenly interrupted.

"Shut up, all of you! Look, not another word, or so help me, I will turn this car around!" John called out.

Natalie felt herself sink more into the backseat, her lips pouting out at John's little outburst. This just reminded her of the times her entire family would be in the car. Her and Drew were the ones who always got into little fights. John's words were just an echo of what her father would most likely say in that kind of situation.

"Wow." Natalie looked over at Dean as he leaned closer to her. "Talk about awkward family road trip."

Natalie smirked, her attention went back to Mary and John, then cleared her throat. "If it's alright for me to ask. Where are we going now?"

"My parent's house. That is the safest place for us for the time being." Mary answered quickly. Natalie nodded silently, retreating back into her quiet state of mind.

Mary pulls out a key and quickly unlocks the door, leading the way into the house. She quickly flipped on the lights in the hallway. "Place has been in the family for years."

Natalie walked into the house, adjusting the bag on her shoulder, her eyes scanning around at the ill maintained home, knowing that it hadn't been occupied in quite some time.

Mary switches on another set of lights that lit up the living room, then slid her foot underneath the corner of the rug, flipping it over, to reveal a devils trap. "Devil's trap. Pure iron fixtures, of course." Mary walked over to the adjoining room, which turned out to be the kitchen, and switched on the lights. "Um, there should be salt and holy water in the pantry, knives, guns."

"That stuff will just piss it off." Sam added.

Mary looked around the kitchen then shrugged. "So, what will kill it? Or slow it down, at least?"

"Not much." Sam replied.

Mary let out a laugh. "Well, isn't that great."

"He said not much, not nothing. We packed." Dean looked over at Natalie, motioning her over to him. Natalie walked into the kitchen, placing the duffle bag down on the table. Dean rummaged through the bag, pulling out a piece of paper with a sigil drawn on it.

Natalie's brows furrowed in familiarity, recognizing it as the sigil that Sam drew back at the garage. "What is that?" Natalie asked.

"It's an angel-banishing sigil. If we put this up and she comes close, we beam her right off the starship." Dean placed the piece of paper down on the table. Mary examined the image, humming in response to Dean's words.

Sam walked up next to Mary, pulling out a vase. Natalie looked over at the object, realizing that it was the same vase that Castiel had used to help trap Raphael. "This is holy oil. It's kind of like a, like a devil's trap for angels. Come on. I'll show you how it works." Mary looked over at Natalie, who gave her a small smile, before following Sam out of the room.

John walked up beside Natalie, looking down at the drawing. "Hey, what's the deal with the thing on the paper?"

Dean looked over at John. "It's a sigil. That means—'

"I don't care what it means." John was quick to interrupt. "Where does it go?"

"On a wall or a door." Dean replied, his eyes narrowing slightly at John.

"How big should I make it?" John asked, picking up the piece of paper.

"Listen, John—'

"What? You all might have treated me like a fool, but I am not useless. I can draw a damn..." John motioned confusingly towards the drawing. "...whatever it is—a sigil."

"Why don't you go help Sam out? Okay? Because this has got to be done in...it's got to be done in human blood." Dean said, trying his best to reason with him.

John picked up a knife and quickly slices open his left palm. "So, how big?"

Natalie pursed her lips, turning around to look at Dean, her eyes swiftly motioning over to John. Dean sighed and nodded his head. "I'll show you." Dean looks at Natalie, briefly, then began to laugh.

"What?" John asked curiously.

Dean shook his head and brushed past Natalie. "Nothing, it's just. All of a sudden, you remind me of my dad."

Natalie walked out of the study, pressing a small towel against her bloodied palm. She had decided to make one more sigil closer to where they were, just as an extra precaution. Natalie walked up the main hallway that would take her back to the living, when she spotted Sam standing near the entryway to the living room.

Natalie looked at him curiously, slowing making her way to him. Upon reaching him, Natalie went to say something, when Dean's voice caused her to stop.

"...listen to me. A demon comes into Sam's nursery exactly six months after he's born." Natalie looked over at Sam with wide eyes. "November second, nineteen eighty-three. Remember that date. And whatever you do, do not go in there. You wake up that morning and you take Sam and you run."

Sam let out a faint sigh and stepped out into the entryway. "That's not good enough, Dean." Natalie took this moment to walk out and stood next to Sam. "Wherever she goes, the demon's gonna find her. Find me."

"Well, then what?"

Sam shook his head and shrugged. "She can leave Dad. That's what. You have to leave John."

"What?"

"When this is all over, walk away, and never look back." Sam added.

"So we're never born." Natalie felt her body go numb at the very words and her face fell expressionless. Dean looked over at Mary. "He's right."

Mary shook her head. "I-I can't. You're saying that you're my children, and now you're saying—'

"You have no other choice. There's a big difference between dying and never being born. And trust me, we're okay with it, I promise you that."

"Okay, well, I'm not okay with that." Mary replied. Natalie could feel a only small sense of relief at Mary's defiance towards the idea.

"Listen, you think you can have that normal life that you want so bad, but you can't. I'm sorry. It's all gonna go rotten. You are gonna die, and your children will be cursed."

Mary's gaze moved from Dean to Sam and then ended on Natalie, who looked at Mary confusingly. "There—there has to be a way." She said, looking back at Sam.

Sam shook his head grimly. "No, this is the way. Leave John."

"I can't."

"This is bigger than us. There are so many more lives at stake here."

"You don't understand. I. Can't." Mary's voice wavered slightly towards the end. "It's too late. I'm...I'm pregnant."

Natalie watched at Sam and Dean's reaction, both of them taking the time to absorb it. Natalie heard footsteps come up from behind and she turned to look, only to see John.

"Hey, uh, we got a problem. Those blood things, the sigils, they're gone."

"What do you mean?" Natalie asked cautiously.

"I drew one on the back of the door. I turned around. And when I looked back again, it was nothing but a smudge."

Natalie processed the news before suddenly taking off down the hall, back toward the study, only to find that the sigil she had drawn had also been smudged. "Shit." Natalie backed out of the room, her eyes nervously scanning the area, before taking off back toward the living room.

"The sigil I drew over in the parlor has also been smudged." Natalie said, once she reached Sam and Dean.

Mary crouched down, her fingers brushing against the spot where she had poured the oil. "There's no more holy oil."

A piercing high pitched noise made a sudden entrance. Natalie immediately covered her ears, though it didn't do much to block out the sound. The light bulbs burst, causing the house to go dark and the windows suddenly shattered, causing everyone to crouch down.

Natalie leaned against the wall, feeling someone hovering over her, and looked up to see Sam. The piercing shriek began to gradually get louder, almost to the point that covering their ears would be a lost cause. Natalie ducked her head down even more, in an attempt to drown out the noise which prompted Sam to lean closer to her.

Finally, the noise ceased and the windows stopped shattering. Natalie slowly brought her head from her hands and looked around them, seeing nothing but glass all over the floor. Sam grabbed a hold of Natalie's arm, helping her back up on her feet, when the door slammed open, causing Natalie to jump back against the wall.

Natalie and Sam look over at the door, seeing someone walk in. "Who the hell are you?" Dean asked.

"I'm Uriel."

Dean lets out a small sigh. "Oh, come on."

Sam began to slowly push Natalie back towards the kitchen. Natalie's eyes became fixed on Uriel only to see Anna appear. "Oh great." Natalie mumbled.

Sam turned halfway towards Natalie. "Just stay out of the way, alright." Natalie gave Sam a small nod, though her eyes were still fixed on the angels.

Dean looks over at Sam, giving him a curt nod. "Well, here goes nothing." Dean and Sam both charge after Uriel and Anna, who both throw the brothers aside.

Natalie found herself, for lack of a better word, panicking. Demons, she seems to be good at dealing with, but for some reason angels just made her nerves shoot up. Natalie felt her heart racing as John tried to get the angel blade, but was thrown out the window by Anna.

Natalie's fingers began to twitch with the adrenaline filled fear that was pulsating through her. Natalie sucked in a breath then began to make her way over to the angel blade. "Mary! I need you to—'

Natalie found herself face to face with Anna and then threw a punch at Anna, striking her across the face, though it didn't phase her one bit. Anna then grabbed hold of her arm and jacket collar, flinging her towards the opposite wall. Natalie let out a strained cry as her right side made direct impact with the side of the kitchen's entry way. Natalie's body dropped to the ground, her throat had began to constrict with painful grunts, as she tried to catch her breath.

The still healing wound began to pulsate with a deep and slow throbbing. Natalie's breathing had become erratic in an attempt to breathe through the pain, but it didn't help at all. Her hand pressed against her side, thinking that her wound must have been re-opened from an impact like that. Natalie looked up to see Anna pulling a fixture from the wall and stabs it into Sam's chest.

Natalie felt everything around her slow down and a sense of panic and disbelief soon washed over her. "Sam!" Natalie's voice was low with a guttural undertone to it, as she watched Sam slump to his knees then fell to the floor, only a few feet away from her.

"Sammy!" Dean's panicked ridden voice, bounced around in Natalie's ears.

Natalie moved her hands under her chest and braced them against the floor, pushing her torso up. Natalie leaned against her left side and began to push her way towards Sam.

"Anna."

Natalie had slowed her crawling, looking up to see John. "Michael." Anna replied. Natalie furrowed her brows at this, but continued her crawling towards Sam.

Michael raised his hand and places it on Anna's shoulder. Natalie paused her movements as she watched Anna burst into flames, her screams echoing within each other. The body finally slumped to the ground at Mary's feet.

"Michael. I didn't know." Uriel began to explain once Michael had turned around to face him.

"Goodbye, Uriel." Michael snapped his fingers and Uriel disappears.

"What did you do to John?" Mary finally asked.

"John is fine."

"Who—what are you?"

"Shh..." Michael reaches up and touches Mary's forehead, causing her to fall unconsciously to the ground. Natalie looked at Mary's unconscious body then back up to Michael, as she slowly resumed her crawling. Michael turned to Dean, though he watched Natalie for a few curious moments.

Natalie finally reached Sam and pushed herself up into a sitting position, turning Sam's head so he was facing her. "Sam...sam..." Natalie quietly spoke, her fingers gently tapped the side of his face, though she knew that he wasn't going to wake up. "...sam..." Natalie lifted Sam's head into her lap, as her eyes skimmed over the fixture sticking out from his chest.

"Well, I'd say that this conversation is long overdue, wouldn't you?" John finally spoke.

Natalie looked over at Dean and Michael, seeing Dean pointing over to her and Sam. "First, you need to fix him." Michael paused, looking back over to Natalie. This was between him and Dean and no one else. Michael walked over to Natalie and knelt down in front of her. "Relax." Natalie closed her eyes as Michael raised both his hands, pressing his fingers against her and Sam's forehead.

Natalie opened her eyes and she found herself in the familiarity of Bobby's home. She let out a sigh, the tension slowly beginning to release from her shoulders. She looked down at Sam, seeing that the pipe was no longer in his chest and the blood was gone.

But, then why isn't he—

Sam woke up with a start, sucking in a deep breath. Natalie cradled the back of his head, "Hey! It's alright, you're fine." Natalie gently pushed Sam up into a sitting position, and once he was stationary, she crawled around to his side, gently rubbing his back.

Sam continued taking his deep breaths, his eyes wandering wildly around his surroundings, though his eyes relaxed once he realized where they were. "W-what...happened..." Sam breathed out.

"Um, well, short story...Michael possessed you're dad and he sent you and me back here." Natalie said, changing her gentle rubs into subtle punches as Sam began to cough. "Come on, let's get you up on the couch." Natalie knelt up on her feet, taking hold of Sam's arms, and with some help from him, hoisted him back up onto his feet and brought him over to the couch, allowing Sam to collapse against the sofa.

Sam groaned as his face made contact with the cushions, and used his hand to push himself up and turned around, settling against the sofa. He rested his head against the back edge. "H-how...how are you..." Sam asked, remembering that Anna had thrown Natalie and he knew that her wound had been hit.

Natalie straightened her back, resting her hand against her right side, still feeling her wound throbbing. "Fine. It's uh..." Natalie quickly looked down at her side, lifting her shirt up only enough to see that her wound was fine. "...it's good." Natalie said assuringly, looking back down at Sam.

Bobby soon came rolling back into the living room, pausing once he saw Natalie and Sam. "Where's Dean?"

Sam raised his hand up and allowed it to fall back to his side. "I was just about to ask...that."

Natalie let out a sigh, "Talking with Michael." Natalie saw the confused look on Bobby's face, causing her to shake her head. "Let Dean explain it when he gets back."

Natalie pulled out three beers from the fridge and quickly opened all three of them. A sudden wind against her back caught her attention and she turned around, seeing Castiel, still out of it. "Cas?" Natalie set the three beers down on the counter, seeing Castiel about to fall, she rushed forward and grabbed a hold of him. "Cas, are you alright?" Natalie scoffed at herself. "Of course you're not."

"Dean! Sam!" Natalie called out. Dean and Sam came in from the porch and rushed over to Castiel, both of them taking hold of him and pulling him from Natalie's grasp.

"It's okay, we've got you." Sam assured him.

"You son of a bitch. You made it." Dean added.

"Guys, get him over to the sofa." Natalie said.

Dean and Sam both nod and carry Castiel into the living room and gently placed him down on the sofa. Castiel keeps himself upright, but only for a moment, before collapsing sideways.

Dean let out a breath. "Tell you what, I could use that drink now."

Natalie turned around and walked back into the kitchen, handing Bobby his beer just as he was rolling in from the porch. Natalie walked over to Sam and Dean, handing them both their beers, before heading back into the kitchen. Natalie opened the fridge and pulled out another beer for herself, deciding that she needed this after the day she's had...after the day they've all had.

Decided to end the chapter there. So, what did you all think of it? Don't forget to leave me a review! Xx