A/N: Hello! Again, giant thank yous to those who have followed/favorite-d my story so far! I'm really excited to post this chapter and to continue on with the major plot of this story! Shout out to canadduh for the lovely review! Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Enjoy!

Leaning against her car, Ana yawned, though she had gotten more sleep than she had in a while, she was still drained from the vision she had the night before. The familiar click of the nozzle connected to the gas pump told her the tank was finally full. She pulled her hair out of the ponytail she had it in, the normal bright red color was a little dingy from going two days without being washed, she would need to get a hotel room that night so she could shower. The thought passed through her mind as she made her way into the gas station to pay for her gas and glance through the phonebook; she smiled to herself when she found Missouri Moseley in the business section listed under psychic. At least one thing was seeming to go right for her on this trip.

It didn't take long for her to arrive at the address she had memorized from the phonebook, but as she parked her car outside of the house she realized how nervous she was. Her best bet at getting answers was just a short walk away, but part of her was scared that whatever answer she received would be worse than having no answer at all. She drew in a deep breath, using it to steel her nerves as she opened her door and got out of the car.

"You need answers. Living in the dark has never done anyone any good." Ana spoke to herself softly, using the words to try to calm her nerves.

"You're going to need more than answers if you keep talking to yourself like that." The voice made her jump, but the high tone with the southern accent attached was almost instantly recognizable. Ana lifted her gaze from the ground, which was were it had been since she got out of the car, hence the shock that Missouri was waiting for her in the doorway she was just feet from. "Well come on in, child, there's no need to be wasting any more time." she told Ana with a soft smile as she moved out of the doorway to let her in.

Ana walked into the house and followed Missouri through an old beaded curtain into a small sitting room, "So I guess it's safe to say you knew I was coming." she assumed, moving to sit down on the same couch that Sam and Dean had many years before.

"Oh, honey… I knew you were coming the instant you decided to, which was a wise decision." Missouri told her as she sat down in the car across from the couch, "Those Winchester boys, they mean well, but sometimes Dean is too bullheaded for his own good and in this case, your good as well."

"Why would Dean's decision have any affect on my well being?" Ana questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Missouri sat back, folding her hands in her lap as she studied the girl in front of her, taking a moment to choose her words wisely, "How you two get along in the future will determine many things for both of your well beings'. Sam's as well… but you didn't come here to talk about them. You came to talk about your gift."

Ana scoffed, "Gift. You're the second person I've heard refer to my visions as a gift."

"You don't see it as one?"

"Up until a day and a half ago, I just thought they were crazy dreams and the visions I've had while awake have been draining to say the least. So I'm honestly not sure what to make of all of it yet." Ana explained, feeling as if she could bare her soul to the woman in front of her and be met with understanding or comfort.

Missouri sighed, "I do understand, Anastasia. At the beginning it's all confusing and even a little scary, but it gets better. I can give you tips on how to strengthen it, how to let it be a part of you, that in itself makes everything a whole lot easier."

Ana considered it a moment. Did she really want to strengthen her power? To let it be something so comfortable that it came as second nature as it did for Missouri. She wasn't sure, but her gut was telling her that she needed to. "I would be more than thankful for your help, but…"

"You're not sure." Missouri spoke the words for her followed with a soft smile, "I can understand that you're hesitant about all of this, but trust me, Ana. You need this for reasons you won't understand until the time is right. The power you have, it can help many people, including yourself."

"So what?!" Ana stood up quickly, her emotions getting the best of her, "I'm just supposed to adapt myself to this lifestyle, teach myself about the evil of the universe so I don't die while I'm trying to help save other people?" she asked, beginning to wish that she hadn't set out on this journey in the first place.

"It's what your father would do." Missouri's words brought her out of her pity party.

Turning around quickly to face the woman, she raised an eyebrow, "What do you know about my father?" she questioned.

Missouri gave her a soft smile, apology written in it, "I know enough. You will find out, but only if you keep on the path that you are currently on. Turning away from your gift is turning away from finding him."

"Do I really want to find him?" Ana asked sadly, sitting back down. She had thought about the man for most of her life but had never once guessed that she would ever meet him.

"If you're asking if he is a man worth meeting, you won't be disappointed." Missouri assured her as she sat forward and reached out for one of Ana's hands. "It's not all bad. The good that comes with helping people the way we can, the good that can be in your life, out ways so much of the bad, honey."

Ana nodded, wiping a stray tear that fell from her eye with her free hand. "Okay. Please help me with my power." she told the woman softly, thinking about to what her mother had said in her vision. You've shown me the amazing things you will do when you're older. Maybe this was the beginning to the amazing things her mother had seen.

"You have to understand that this power you have is a part of you. Its not an internal intruder that you have to fight against. The first step in helping it grow is accepting it." Missouri explained to her. "Then it becomes so much easier. You're a bright girl, it won't take you long to understand how it works and how you can access it without it having to force it's way out. That is when you are strongest, that is when you are in control."

"That's it?" Ana looked at her, confused. She had thought it would be something like Harry Potter. Classes or lessons slowly teaching her to use her ability, not a couple of tips and just a plunge into the deep end.

Missouri laughed softly, "That's it. The power is yours, once you accept that and let it become a part of you, there's nothing stopping you."

Could it really be that simple? The thought circled around in her head, it did seem simple, but would she be able to accept it? The fact that her dreams weren't just that, but glimpses into the past and that if she let it she could get glimpses into the future. "I can help people." she spoke mostly to herself.

"You can save people." Missouri elaborated.

Ana sighed and closed her eyes, she forced herself to take a deep breath. If for nothing else, she would do this for her mother, whatever she saw while she was pregnant with Ana made her happy and Ana wanted to live up to that. As she thought about her mother and wanting to make her proud, it felt as if a wall broke down in her mind and the tingling sensation she felt with her first vision began to take over her entire body. She was prepared for the vision as it made it's way to her main focus.

The first thing she saw was a sleazy bar, something that would probably be on the wrong side of town wherever it was at, which was why she wasn't too surprised when the first person she recognized within it was Dean. He sat on an old stool, drink in hand as he flirted with a blonde who didn't look much older than Ana. The vision seemed to skip forward to Dean moving to leave the bar with the same girl when they were surrounded by the few patrons that had been in the bar, all eyes were black. Words were exchanged but she didn't hear any of them before the fight broke out. She had seen Dean pull his ass out of many bad situations, but he was severely outnumbered; seven to one. The last thing she saw before it was gone was Dean's dead body hitting the floor.

Once it was over, Ana jumped to her feet, "I have to go." she told Missouri.

"Now hold on a minute. Take a deep breath." Missouri told her, standing up, "Tell me what you saw."

"Dean is going to die! I need to go now!" She snapped, irritated.

Missouri nodded, "Okay, but do you even know where he's at? Or if what you saw already happened?"

Ana was on the verge of snapping again before she stopped herself, realizing that Missouri was only trying to help as she had told Ana she would. "No. I don't." she answered honestly.

"Right then, before you go running off, we need to figure that out." Missouri walked over to where Ana stood just before the beaded curtain, "Close your eyes and focus, you should be able to bring parts of the vision back that will help you." Ana nodded and did what she was told, "Try to remember specific details of what you saw. What Dean was wearing, where he was at. Focusing on the details will help."

It took a few minutes, but the more Ana focused on the bar and the demons that had attacked Dean the easier it was to pull the vision back into focus. "It looks like he's in an old biker bar." she spoke out loud, digging deeper into the vision she tried to find something to help her tell when it happened. Her eyes flew open, "I don't know where but it happens tonight, just before ten. I have to find out where he's at." she spoke quickly and pulled out her phone as an idea struck her.

She searched through her contacts, thankful at that moment that when she had a break earlier on the road she had added the three numbers that were in her pocket into her device. "Come on, come on, come on…" she muttered to herself as she listened to the phone ring.

"Hello?"

"Oh thank God! Sam, are you with Dean?" Ana asked, relieved that he had picked up.

"Yeah," he answered, "We're at the bunker looking for a case. What's up?"

Ana sighed, "Don't let him leave for the rest of the night. I'll be there in four hours." she told Sam and pulled the phone away from her ear to talk to Missouri. "Thank you so much for your help, but I have to go." she said as she dug her keys out of her pocket.

"Go, honey, and save that stubborn man!" Missouri told her with a smile and watched her walk out the door.

"Ana, where are you?" Sam questioned, "Who was that?"

She rolled her eyes as she started the engine, "I'm in Lawrence. I was visiting Missouri Moseley, but that's not important right now, Sam!" she raised her voice. "Sorry," she apologized, "but you need to keep Dean there. Neither of you should leave the bunker."

"You had a vision," the realization seemed to hit Sam with surprise, "what was it? What did you see?"

"That won't be important if you keep Dean from leaving the bunker." Ana told him, knowing that both brothers would worry about what she saw more than what they needed to do to avoid it. Hell, knowing what they were like, Dean would most likely go after the demons guns blazing without a second thought. "I'm serious, Sam. I'm already on the road, I will be there in less than four hours."

She heard Sam swear under his breath, "Okay, we won't leave." he assured her.

"Good. I'll be there as fast as I can." she said as she hung up the phone, picking up speed.

It didn't take as long as she thought it would to get there, it helped that she was speeding most of the way. She was thankful that a few of her dreams had given her enough to go off to find the bunker. When she turned off her engine the clock on her dashboard read nine fifteen.

There wasn't much of a wait after she knocked on the metal door, she smiled at Sam who stood on the otherside. "Where's Dean?" she questioned as she walked inside, thankful to be out of the cold.

"Yeah… about that…" Sam gave her a nervous look, "I told him that you said we shouldn't leave then he freaked and stormed out."

Ana just stared at him a moment, processing what he just said, "Dammit, Sam!" she pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the time. "We need to hurry. There's only twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes to what?"

"Until your brother is swarmed in whatever bar he is in by demons!" She snapped, "That was my vision, Sam! He's going to get freaking ambushed and he's not going to make it out alive." She shook her head, "No, I won't let it happen. Here's the plan, you go get whatever weapons you can quickly, I'm going to go now and start changing things." she told him, thankful that they hadn't even gotten down the stairs as she walked toward the door.

Sam watched her, "You can't go alone! You don't even know how to fight!"

"We don't have time for this! Hell I don't know what bar he's at." she realized as she turned back to look at Sam, "He's in an old, dirty biker bar. Do you know where that's at?"

He nodded, "It's the one he normally goes to, it's ten minutes away." he told her as he grabbed his jacket and pushed her out of the door.

"We need weapons!" She reminded him as they moved toward her car.

"He drove the Impala, the trunk is full of all of the weapons we'll need." He told her, getting into the passenger seat. "Just get us there and I'll handle the rest."

Ana drove faster than she should have, following Sam's directions closely in hopes that they would get there sooner and have more time. As she pulled the car into the parking lot, she stopped it next to the Impala and killed the engine. "We have five minutes before he leaves with the girl he's been flirting with for the past hour. That's when the demons make their move." she explained as they got out and made their way to the trunk of the Impala. "I'm going to go inside and throw things off. I didn't see myself in the vision so hopefully it changes things enough so this doesn't end with all three of us dying." she spoke quickly as he opened the cover to the arsonal.

Sam shook his head, grabbing a canister of holy water and a shotgun, "You're not going in there, you'll get hurt."

"I'm going whether you like it or not." She told him sternly, looking around the trunk for a weapon that she could hide in her jacket, "You wait out here until you see them move, then come in. If we surprise them we can get the upper hand." she explained as she reached for a pistol that she shoved into the waste of her jeans and then a stray angel blade that she could hide up her sleeve. "I'll get out of the way once I know you two have it covered, these are just precaution." she added before checking the time. "Shit." she swore and jogged toward the door.

Before entering the bar, she stopped, took in a deep breath, and ran her hands through her hair, hoping to hell that whatever plan she had just concocted would work. Once on the other side of the door her eyes fell instantly on Dean and the blonde woman. Ana moved quickly over to them, putting on her best game face as she pushed herself between them, her body angled toward the woman, "Beat it, he's spoken for." she snapped, giving her a wicked smile and a death glare. The woman took a moment to look between Ana and Dean before she turned and left with a scowl.

"Ana! What the hell?!" Dean questioned, spinning her around so she was facing him. "I thought you were going back to Montana?"

She placed a calming hand on his chest, "This isn't the time to talk about that," she told him quietly, "we have a problem." she added and glanced at the clock, fear filling her as she watched the time turn to nine fifteen. Standing up on her tip toes, she wrapped her arms around his upper back, hugging him so she could get close to his ear, "Demons. Seven of them. Sam's outside waiting." she whispered before letting him go and smiling up at him.

Dean's expression hardened, "You shouldn't have put yourself in danger." he told her, keeping his voice low as he looked around the room, waiting for a move to be made.

"We can discuss that later, right now we need to make sure we get out of here alive." she responded quietly before wrapping her arm around his, "Come on, let's go home." she added, a little louder as if to keep up their show.

He nodded and began to lead her toward the door, but they only made it a few steps before they were quickly surrounded by demons. "Going some where, Winchester?" one asked from in front of them. The demon was possessing the body of a large man clad in leather and covered in tattoos.

"Well actually I was hoping to catch a nightcap with your mom after tucking the tyke in," Dean gestured to Ana, "But if you keep me too long I don't think I'll make it." he gave the demon a smirk.

Ana elbowed him in the side, "Really? I'm an adult, ya know?" she chided him through gritted teeth.

Dean looked down at her and shrugged before the demons began to make their move. "Ana, get out of here!" he told her, moving in front of her to take on the brunt of the force.

She rolled her eyes as she pulled the pistol out, "Yeah, I'll just levitate toward the door!" she told him sarcastically as she spun around, bringing the gun up and firing a couple of rounds into the chest of the demon closest to her. When it only seemed to barely slow him down, she swore, she had hoped that the bullets would have had devil traps carved into them. Dropping the gun, she let the angel blade slide down her sleeve and held it out just in time. She watched as bright light flashed through the demon's eyes and it dropped to the floor.

Her victory was short lived as an arm grabbed her from behind. It snaked around her neck until she was pulled against the demon's body and she knew that all it would take was a quick move to either snap her neck or cut of her air flow completely. It spun her around so that she could see that Dean had already taken out two and that he and Sam were fighting the last three, "Oooh, Dean." the demon spoke and as the group in front of them realized what had happened, they stopped.

"Let her go!" Dean snapped, his body was tense with the need to make a move, but he wouldn't risk her life.

"Now why would I do that?" the demon asked, Ana could hear the grin in his tone, "I now have exactly what we came here for. Did you really think that I would waste my time going after you? Your time will be up soon enough." As he continued to speak, Ana's fear spiked and it took everything in her to not start screaming or crying, begging for her life even crossed her mind.

Sam glared at the demon, "Why do you want her? She's just a girl!" he barked, his knuckles turned white as he gripped the demon killing knife in his hand.

"There are so many things you don't know and I'm going to enjoy every moment of her pain while you try to figure it out." the demon snarled.

The words began to click in Ana's head, some how processing beyond her fear. The demons had come for her, this was some kind of trap, they were going to hurt her. "No!" she screamed, shoving her hands under the demon's arm and then slamming the back of her head against his face while quickly pushing out enough to drop from his grasp.

"Stay down!" Dean told her, taking the millisecond that the demon was surprised by her actions to raise his gun and shoot him, the force of the bullet throwing him back a few feet. He moved quickly to grab the angel blade out of the chest of the demon Ana had killed.

Ana watched as the demon who had held her captive, a tall man in a dark grey suit, moved toward Dean, murder in his eyes. Dean moved faster, bringing his leg up to kick the man in the chest before running at him, plunging the blade into his chest, only stopping when they hit a wall. Her attention quickly turned to Sam who was pulling the demon knife out of the chest of the last demon he had been facing.

"Ana?" Sam moved over to her quickly, kneeling next to her, "Are you okay?" he questioned, worry in his eyes as he looked over her body for signs of a wound.

She nodded slightly, her body was shaking with fear, "I think so." she answered softly as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"We need to get back to the bunker, now." Dean told them both as he walked over to where they were on the floor, he looked down at his brother, "Go start the car." he instructed, handing Sam the keys. Sam nodded as he stood up and made his way out of the bar. "That was a dumb move, kid." Dean told her, offering her his hand to help her up.

Ana gripped his hand and let him pull her on to her feet, "Which part? Coming in here to save your ass, going up against a demon on my own, or headbutting one that could have easily killed me?" she asked, the sarcasm clear even as her voice shook.

"Yes." he answered as he carefully placed his fingers underneath her chin and lifted her head slightly, turning it side to side to inspect her neck for any markings. "Come on, we have a lot to figure out and I want to get you somewhere safe before anything else happens." he told her as he dropped his fingers and lead her out the door.

When they reached the Impala, Sam closed the trunk and walked over to them, "Ana, why don't you get in the car?" Dean told her as he watched her shake.

"What about my car? I don't want to leave it here." She told him, "And it has my things in it."

Dean glared at her a moment before extending his hand, palm up, "You ride with Sam in Baby and I'll follow behind you guys in your car." he told her.

"First of all, referring to your car as 'Baby' is weird. Secondly, my car is a manual, do you even know how to drive a stick?" she raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

He scoffed, "Of course I know how to drive a stick, now give me your keys." She rolled her eyes and handed them over. They walked toward both cars, before she closed the door to the Impala Dean grabbed it, holding it open, "Don't you talk crap about Baby." he added then shut the door.

A short time later they walked from the garage where both cars had been parked and into the large room that was surrounded in book shelves. Ana recognized it instantly and smiled softly as she looked around, there was something oddly calming about the place.

"Why don't you have a seat." Sam told her, "I'll go grab you something to drink." he offered and turned toward the direction of the kitchen.

Dean placed his hand on her shoulder and steered her toward the table, "Sit down, I want to take a look at your neck." he instructed her.

"You looked at it at the bar." She pointed out.

"The bar had crappy lighting, I couldn't see anything. Now sit down." He repeated.

Ana sighed and pulled her jacket off, seeing by how his jaw was set that it wouldn't be a good idea to try and argue with him. She tossed her jacket on one of the chairs and sat down on the table, scooting back until her knees hit the edge. "Dean, I'm fine." she told him in minor protest, she didn't want him to think that she was fragile.

The look he gave her as he threw his jacket down on top of her's was a mixture of a questioning glance and a small glare that in itself called her crazy, "That bastard was basically choking you, Ana." he stated as he moved to stand in front of her. "Tilt your head up for me."

"I told you, I'm fi-"

"Damn it, Anastasia, just look up." He growled. His use of her full name made her pause and look into his eyes where she saw determination along with the slightest hint of worry. She took in a small calming breath before lifting her chin up so that her eyes were focused on the ceiling. "Looks like you're going to bruise," he explained as he moved a hand to touch the side of her neck, which caused her to jump, "Sorry, just wanted to cheek… does this hurt?" he asked, pushing softly against her skin.

"A little." She told him honestly.

Sam walked back into the room with a bottle of water in hand, pausing mid-step to watch Dean check her over and then continued on to take a look for himself, "Thankfully it wasn't anything worse." he commented, causing Ana to jump again.

She lowered her chin so she could see the both of them, not liking that they were seeing her so jumpy, but then again, she had a damn good reason to be. "Exactly. I can handle a little bruising." she agreed, giving Dean a pointed look.

"Here." Sam offered her the water, "I wasn't sure what you'd want, figured water was a safe bet."

Ana nodded slowly, "Thanks, Sam." she took the bottle from him.

"So, why don't you explain the vision you had." Dean took a seat in a chair to her left, "It must have been bad if you came all the way here to stop it from happening."

"Uh…" she muttered awkwardly as she scooted herself back on the table, pulling her legs in so she was sitting cross-legged. "It started with you in the bar, flirting up the blonde. Then I saw you surrounded by demons alone." she explained.

Sam sighed and sat down to her right, "Tell him the rest, Ana."

Dean glanced from Sam back to Ana, who he noticed was peeling the wrapper off of the water bottle in her hands. She sighed as she looked down at her hands, finally realizing what she had been doing, it was an anxiety tick she had developed in high school, "I saw you die." she told him, not looking up from her hands.

It took Dean a moment to process what she just said, but as it sank in he sat forward in his chair, "You saw me die?" he questioned, receiving a small nod in answer. His anger flared, "And you thought it was a good idea to throw yourself into that situation?!" he snapped, slamming his fist on the table as he stood up.

"I couldn't let you die!" She snapped back, jerking her head up to look into his eyes, "There's a reason I saw that, Dean, and it was so I could stop it. Which I did!"

"Okay, guys, why don't we take the yelling down a notch?" Sam's tone was calm, hoping to put a quick end to the argument.

Dean spun on him, accusation in his eyes, "You knew! You knew what she saw and you didn't tell me!" he turned his anger on his brother.

"Woah, hey." Sam raised his hands in surrender, "She didn't tell me until she showed up here and you were gone."

Understanding hit him as he turned back to focus on Ana, "Why didn't you tell us to begin with?" his voice had lowered in an almost scary way.

She gave him a hard look as she took in a deep breath, "If I had told you, what would you have done, Dean?" she questioned, pushing herself off of the table so she could stand in front of him, "You wouldn't have stayed here where it was safe. You would have gone in there anyway and tried to take them all down."

"But I wouldn't have gone in alone and I wouldn't have been unprepared!" He argued, back to snapping.

Ana threw her hands up in defeat as she turned away from him, "You still could have died! Probably would have, along with Sam!" she spun around, realizing something, "They were there for me…" she trailed off, her eyes focusing on something in the distance as she thought, "There's something I'm missing." she sounded confused.

"Why would they want you to begin with?" Sam asked, having been trying to figure it out himself, "Word couldn't have gotten out in the past day that you're a psychic whose visions are focused on us."

Ana shrugged, "I honestly don't know… but I might be able to find out." she pulled out a chair and sat down quickly, "Just let me try something." she told them.

She got comfortable in the chair, closed her eyes, and pulled her focus away from the room around her, turning it inward. After taking a couple of deep breaths she began to remember the demon from the bar, the one that had captured her. She focused on the grey suit, the way his blonde hair was slicked back, and how the lights of the bar reflected in his black eyes. It didn't take long before a vision came forward, she saw the demon talking to another man.

"I need the girl alive. So you lure her to you however you please, but if you bring her back to me in anything less than perfect condition, it will be your head on a stake." the man told the demon in front of him.

"And if she's with the Winchesters?" the demon asked, seeming as if he really didn't want to anger the man in front of him.

The man grinned, "If you take out one or both of the Winchesters, I will double your reward."

The vision was short and ended abruptly, causing her to jump as it left her. "Ana? Did you just... force yourself to have a vision?" Sam asked, watching herself carefully.

She looked over at him, noticing the tense lines around his eyes, "I didn't force it, no. I don't think I could, but I… I guess you could say I welcomed it." she tried to explain.

"How did you figure that out in the small amount of time we've been separated?" Dean asked, looking like he was completely lost and ready to drown everything out with a bottle of liquor.

"After you left this morning and Jody took me back to my car, I went to Lawrence to track down Missouri Moseley in hopes that should could help me figure this out." Ana told him, "She explained some stuff to me and gave me a few tips."

Dean smiled softly, "Missouri's still going. That's good, it's honestly been so long since I thought about the last time we met her." he told Sam. Then he suddenly remembered that they had gotten off topic, "So this vision you 'welcomed', what did it show you?"

Ana thought back to moments before, "The demon who captured me at the bar, he was working for someone. A man that instructed him to bring me to him alive." she told them, leaving out the part of the conversation they had about the men in front of her.

"Why? What do they want with you?" Dean asked, at a loss for an answer.

There was the sound of ruffling wings and then Castiel appeared at Dean's side, "I believe I have found the answer to that question, Dean." he stated, looking over to Ana. "The man you saw in your vision is a demon named Barbas, he is a higher ranking demon who has decided to unleash Hell on to Earth while dropping the contents of Heaven on to it as well." he explained.

Dean waited for him to say more, but when it was obvious that Cas wasn't going to he raised an eyebrow, "What does that have to do with, Ana?"

Castiel slowly turned his attention back to Dean, eyes sad, "The ritual that would do such a thing requires a specific sacrifice to be bled dry. Ana is the sacrifice Barbas needs."