A/N: Hey everyone! Quick shoot out to 19irene96 and canadduh for the reviews, I'm so glad you're enjoying the story so far! Thanks to those of you who have favorited and followed recently. The traffic I'm getting with this story makes me want to write quicker for you guys! Couple of warnings: language is bit more graphic in this chapter and there's talk of depression and self medication. I obviously do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I would love more reviews, let me know what you think! Please enjoy!

Ana had woken up after sleeping for most of the day and though the rest made her feel a little better, her emotions were still raw. It was hard to discern between everything she was feeling; she was hurt, that much was obvious, but there was something there that she couldn't remember having ever felt before. As she tried to figure it out, she didn't move from her bed, just laid where Dean had put her and stared at the wall across the room.

Since she was young, Ana had to understand what was going on inside of not just her mind, but her body. It wasn't hard to realize that she felt things stronger than most people, her emotions were so strong that they affected her entire being and as she gained a better understanding of the workings of her own mind, it quickly became easier to notice it in others. Her ability to empathise with the people around her was incredible to say the least and it was a source of pride for her. So when she only grew frustrated when she couldn't figure out what exactly it was she was feeling she pulled out her phone, calling the only person she wanted to talk to.

"Ana!" Luke sounded relieved, "You've been gone for almost a week, I was starting to worry."

"Sorry, I've been distracted." She halfheartedly apologize, her throat was raw from her fit of crying before and it made her sound as if she had a cold.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, "Are you okay? You don't sound so good."

She sighed, "I honestly don't know what I am right now, that's why I called. I need to figure this out."

"What happened?"

"I.. uh…." she trailed off, she knew there were things she shouldn't tell him about the current situation she was in, so she settled for the one problem that was safe enough to discuss, "I found my father."

"Your father?" Luke asked, shocked, "How was it? I mean… is this a good thing or a bad thing. If he's a scumbag or something just say good riddance and come home."

Ana smiled weakly, Dean was many of things, but a scumbag wasn't one of them, "No. He's nothing like that." she assured him, "Honestly he's a pretty good guy, he does a lot of good with his job."

She heard him sigh, "I always worried about how finding him would affect you, but I'm glad he's a good guy. Are you staying with him?"

"Uh, yeah. There's some… family stuff that we're taking care of with the help of his brother." she explained.

"Are you sure you're okay with all of this? Ana, you sound like you've gone numb." He pried, "The last time you did that was… scary."

She remembered the time he was talking about clearly, she knew why he thought it was scary then and why it was just as scary now, "I'm okay. Not numb, there's just a lot that I'm feeling. He…" she sighed, "You know how Heather told me that my mom got pregnant and then didn't have a way to contact my father to tell him?"

"Yeah."

"Well, turns out that he did know, she told him before he left town, but he thought I would be better off without him and he wanted to protect me, even if that meant staying away."

"Protect you from what, Ana?" Luke now sounded more worried, "If he needed to protect you from something, maybe he's not that great of a guy."

There was a soft rapping at her door, "Hey, Luke, I've got to go. Don't worry about me alright? I'm safe."

"Ana, wait…"

"Hey, Ana, you awake?" She heard Sam call to her from the other side of the door, "We ordered pizza for dinner."

"I'll call you to check in again, do not freak out and go worrying Heather." Ana told Luke, "Bye." she hung up and threw the blankets off of herself. "Yeah, I'm up. Come in." she answered sam as she sat up.

Sam opened the door slowly and walked into her room. He grabbed the desk chair and moved it so it was facing the bed, "How are you holding up?" he asked as he sat down, noticing that her eyes were red and puffy.

She shrugged a shoulder, "I'm just trying to let it all sink in still. I never thought that I would ever meet my father and then have him be one of the men that I've been having visions about is kind of a lot to take in. Don't even get me started on the being part witch and a human sacrifice." she swung her legs off of the bed so she was facing him.

"Yeah, I can only imagine." He felt bad for the girl… his niece, she was his family, "I know we haven't known each other long at all, but if you need to talk to someone you can talk to me. Or I'm sure Cas would listen too, he's pretty good at giving an odd outside perspective."

Ana smiled softly, "Thanks, Sam. I think I just need to give it some time for now."

"Time and food, you haven't eaten anything today and the pizza should be here soon." He stood and put the chair back in its place, "Think you can be in the same room as Dean without killing him?"

"Just keep anything sharp out of sight and I think we'll be safe." She joked, hoping to lighten her own mood as well as his. She could tell that this new information was a lot for even him to take in.

He smiled and shook his head, "Come on." gesturing for her to follow him he walked out of the door. Groaning, she jumped up and followed, knowing that she really did need to eat something even if she didn't feel hungry.

They walked down the hall in a comfortable silence, the closer they got to the library the easier it was the smell the pizza that had arrived moment before. Just as they entered the room Ana's stomach growled, the smell of food causing her to realize how hungry she actually was.

Dean had paused, looking up from an open box that he was grabbing food out of and raising an eyebrow at her, "I figured you would be pretty hungry, I ordered more than we normally do." he commented, studying her red eyes a moment and then continued what he was doing.

She nodded as she made her way to the table, "What kind is there?" she asked, averting her gaze from him, afraid that she would either break down again, start yelling, or try to kill him; all of which she wanted to avoid.

"Meat lovers, pepperoni, and Hawaiian." Dean slid the paper plates across the table to her and Sam.

"I love Hawaiian!" she grabbed a plate and opened the boxes until she found the one she was looking for. Grinning, she put a couple of slices on her plate and sat down, "Whoever thought it would be a good idea to put pineapple on a pizza was a freaking genius."

Dean made a disgusted face, "No one should put fruit on pizza." he argued, "The only things that should be allowed on pizza are the sauce, cheese, and meat."

"Dude, you really need to start eating things other than meat and pie." Sam chided his older brother, grabbing himself a piece of the Hawaiian and setting it on his place. "Hey, I'm going to grab drinks, what do you guys want?"

"Beer." "Liquor." Dean and Ana spoke at the same time, the latter asking for the harder alcohol.

The brothers each raised an eyebrow at her, "One beer and a soda, got it." Sam said, turning quickly to leave for the kitchen.

When Sam was out of the room, Dean looked across the table at his daughter, "Ana," he waited for her to meet his gaze, but when she didn't he let out a sigh, "Ana, look at me." when her eyes met his he frowned, they were so puffy, "We need to talk about this."

She nodded, red hair bobbing, "I know, but I can't… not now." her eyes dropped again, she wasn't ready to confront him about anything, she still had too much to figure out before she could have a conversation with him that wouldn't end in yelling.

"Alright." He didn't want to push her, the last thing he needed was to do or say something stupid and her want to leave because of it. There was no doubt in his mind that the moment she was out of the bunker and away from them that demons would be on top of her. "We should really look into getting you the anti-possession tattoo." he commented, remembering the vision she had about going black eyed. There were only so many things he could be certain he could protect her from and getting possessed was one of those things.

"So Ana," Sam spoke as he came back into the room, two beer bottles in one hand and a soda can in the other, "We made some headway with the ritual and we actually found some stuff about your family in here." he gestured to the stack of books at the other end of the table as he sat the can down in front of her. He glanced at Dean, realizing that they were her family too, "Your mother's side of the family." he clarified.

She gave him a confused look, "Why would there be information about my family here?" the Men of Letters had been around for a very long time, she knew that, but it didn't make sense to her that there would be anything in here on any part of her family other than Sarah Good.

"Turns out that during the Salem witch trials the Men of Letters quickly took action when they realized that most of the people being executed were innocent." Sam explained, "They figured out what Sarah had done to avoid her own death and tracked her down, she had been dangerous in the months that led up to her trial, which was how she got caught in the first place. When they tracked her to New Hampshire she tried to kill them with hexes, but they were warded against them and they killed her. Leaving behind her infant daughter, Elizabeth." he paused to eat and let her think on just that part of the information.

"Okay, I can understand why that's documented, but it can't take that many books to cover information on one witch." She gestured to the stack that was five thick books high.

Dean cleared his throat, "The power that is passed down through the bloodline, the power that gave you your visions, has affected different women in your family in different ways. Cas said it skipped generations, which it does, the last documented Good descendent with powers was your great grandmother. She was a telekinetic, but before her there were more."

"Though Sarah passed along her power, she didn't pass along the evil that she had tainted it with. Most of the women either used their powers to help others or just to protect themselves and their family." Sam pointed out, he read about some of the things Sarah Good had done and he wanted to make it very clear to his niece that even though she shared blood with the dark witch, it didn't mean that she was going to go dark too.

"Most of the women?" She questioned, curious, "What about the others?"

Dean wiped his hands off on a napkin, "There was a great aunt of yours a few generations back that went full blown wicked witch. You don't want the details on that one, trust me. Elizabeth didn't get any powers, but her second daughter could astral project and when she was older she began to use that to take over other people's bodies. Kicking their souls to the curb, using their body for however long, then going back to her own and leaving the bodies to rot."

Ana cringed at the verbal picture he had just painted her, "So, some of the family were actual witches and others just gained specific powers?" she questioned, thinking that maybe she got the good pick between the two.

Sam nodded, swallowing the food in his mouth before he spoke, "There were only three women who actually became full blown witches, the rest just had random powers…. Ow!" he jerked his head to the side to look at Dean, who had kicked him under the table, "Dude, what the hell was that for?" he snapped.

"Tell her everything." Dean gave his baby brother a long look, "No use in hiding anything else from her."

Ana raised an eyebrow, "Sam?" she questioned, wondering what it was that he didn't want to tell her.

He glared at Dean before looking back at Ana and sighing, "Each witch, before they grew into their full abilities, started out having visions."

"So…" her brow furrowed, "So what we're saying here is that I'm either just psychic or I could be headed on my way to a pointy black hat?"

"Bout sums it up, kiddo." Dean nodded before taking a long drink of his beer, "There were signs before each woman's power began to grow, so we'll know if it's going to happen before it does."

"And if it does?" she questioned, looking back and forth between the men in front of her, "I go wicked witch of the west and you two have to put me down?"

Sam shook his head and leaned closer to her, fixing his warm brown eyes on her, "Only one of the three witches went bad. The most recent witch was actually an extraordinary healer, she only used her powers to heal the wounded."

Ana groaned and leaned back in her chair, using her fingertips to rub circles on her temples, "Okay, so I may or may not be a witch, but I am a psychic and some God damn sacrifice that's going to ruin the world as we know it." she stood up quickly, "Fucking great."

"Language." Dean warned her, in the moment reminding himself of his own father.

"Excuse me?" She spun on her heel and glared at him, "Did you not just hear the words that came out of my mouth? Witch, psychic, fucking human sacrifice. I think if there's a time for me to be freaking out and using foul language, now would be that time, dad." she snapped the last word out with a sarcastic bite.

"Ana-"

She shook her head, "No, Dean. I can't take any more of this right now. There's only so much a girl can take before she starts to lose it." she interrupted him, turning and walking out of the room.

"Where are you going?!" he snapped, "Don't-"

"Leave the bunker! I know!" she yelled over her shoulder, picking up her pace just wanting to escape into her room. Slamming the door closed behind her, she crossed the short distance to her bed and threw herself down on it with a groan. She felt like her brain was going to explode at any moment, there was just too much to comprehend in such a short period of time and it was too much.

Dean pushed his plate away and let his head fall on top of the table, "How in the world am I supposed to try to take care of a daughter who is already grown?" he growled, "Though I'm not sure how much being an adult is doing for her, those tantrums are pretty spot on with a five year old."

"How would you know what a five year old does during a tantrum?" Sam asked, not hiding his amused grin.

Dean cocked his head to the side slightly to shoot Sam a look before letting it roll back so his forehead was flat and the cool wood, "You threw the worst tantrums when you were five."

Sam just laughed, "Well I guess I just made you more prepared for this." he commented, thinking about Dean's question, "I don't think you're supposed to take care of her, Dean. I mean, have you seen how she acts? Looks to me like she's been mentally grown for a couple of years now." he sighed, taking a drink from the bottle in his hand, "Maybe you're just supposed to be there for her when she needs you. Teach her how to defend herself, how to work on cars, how to clean a gun."

"She already knows how to do that." Dean sat up again, "Came out here in the middle of the night to see her sitting here with the pistol she used at the bar pulled apart and cleaned." he smiled weakly, "Honestly, it kind of made me feel proud."

Sam smiled at that, "Just give it some time. Eventually you'll both figure out what kind of relationship is going to work between you too." he paused, knowing that what he was about to say would be pressing really close to emotions Dean didn't like to think about, "She hasn't had much family in her life, I don't think she's just going to leave once it's safe. It's better to have family you're mad at than no family at all."

Dean nodded solemnly in agreement, he wasn't sure if he wanted for her to stick around after they dealt with this ritual business. She could leave and have a normal life, well as normal as it got for a psychic/ possible witch. He just wanted the same things for her that he had wanted when Steph had told him she was pregnant; he wanted her to be safe and happy.

Ana could only lay on her bed for so long before she sat up and looked around the room, she was going to lose her mind completely if she didn't find a way to distract herself and blow off some steam. She thought for a few minutes, thinking that she wasn't going to find anything to satisfy both needs, then her eyes landed on the pistol on her desk. A wide grin spread across her face, that was exactly what she needed.

Jumping off of her bed quickly, she grabbed the pistol, pocketed her iPod, then hurried out of her room and down the hall, pausing for a moment in the entrance to the library where Sam and Dean both sat, "Hey, are there bullets in the shooting range or do you guys keep them somewhere else?" she questioned.

The brothers glanced at each other and then at the gun in her hand, "Depends, who are you shooting?" Dean asked with a cheeky grin.

"Paper, Dean, I haven't decided to go on a rampage or anything." She assured him, "So bullets, where can I find them?"

"Uh, there are some in the shooting range along with ear protection, glasses, and targets." Sam told her, "You know what you're doing, right?" he questioned, wondering if he should go with her.

Dean patted his brother's shoulder, "She knows what she's doing." he looked at Ana, "Just clean up the brass when your done? We can reload that."

She nodded, "Aye aye, captain." she gave him a mock salute before turning and heading toward the shooting range which was close to the garage. When she walked into the room, she closed the door behind her and set the pistol down at one of the four lanes that the room held. It wasn't hard to find the ammo, glasses, and ear protection, there was a large cabinet that was full of all sorts of goodies. It was stocked with boxes of ammo in an array of calibers, there was a row of glasses on one shelf, plastic ear muffs hung on one of the doors, then near the bottom there was a stack of targets.

Ana grabbed one of the tall rolling carts that was near the cabinet, setting a stack of targets on it and a couple of boxes of ammo. She grabbed a pair of clear glasses, placing them on top of her head, then grabbed the earmuffs and placed them around her neck. Once the cart was placed next to her lane, she glanced toward a large safe that was across the room that she assumed was filled with different guns, she'd have to check it out later. Right now she just really wanted to feel the recoil from the pistol shake through her arms.

Dropping the magazine out of the pistol, she turned to the cart and loaded it before slamming it back into the gun with a grin. She reached for the switch on the wall next to her pushing it up, there was a soft hum as the clip that held the target up moved toward her. With the target in place she sent it back down range, but not too far, she wanted to work on her aim and new that it made the most sense to slowly work herself up to a longer distance. Pulling her iPod out of her pocket, she placed her headphones in her ears and set the music on shuffle, turning it up loud. She glanced at the earmuffs, deciding that she would be okay without them with how loud the music was. With a slight shrug, she placed the clear glasses over her eyes, having learned her lesson her first time shooting when a casing came flying out of the gun and hit her just below the eye.

Picking the pistol back up, she pulled the slide back, loading a round into the chamber and then released it. She took a moment to make sure her stance was right before she took her aim and, after letting out a deep breath, she pulled the trigger back. Lowering the gun slightly, she looked at her target and noticed that her aim wasn't that bad at this distance. Firing off the rest of the bullets in the magazine, she couldn't help but grin. It was empowering to know she had the capability to protect herself, now she just needed to start learning how to defend herself with different weapons or without a weapon at all. She knew how dangerous the life she was diving into was and her basic self defense moves wouldn't stand a chance at some of the things the Winchesters came across.

Time flew by as she continued to work on her aim. She would load the magazine, send a target down range and fire at it until her groupings were close enough to the center for her liking. Then she'd bring the target back toward her, switch it out with a clean one, reload, send the target back down range and start the whole process over again.

Ana hadn't realized what time it was until Sam tapped her shoulder as she set the gun down to reload. She jumped slightly and pulled her headphones out, "Hey, Sam." she gave him a soft smile as she started to load the magazine.

"Hey, how's it going?" He asked, looking down range at the target that was about halfway between where they were standing at the back wall.

"Well, this is going to be the third time I'm going to be trying at this distance and I'm slowly getting closer to the center." she jerked her elbow toward the stack of targets she already used, "Slowly, but surrely." she mumbled

He nodded, "Want me to give you some pointers?" grabbing the used target that was on top of its pile and then looked at the one she was bringing back toward them, "Your groupings are getting closer together, that's good." he commented.

"Sure, I wouldn't mind the help." she switched out targets and handed him the used one, "You want earmuffs?" she asked, grabbing the pair she decided not to use earlier.

Sam laughed softly, "Nah, doesn't really bother me anymore. You should wear them though, you won't be able to hear me correct you if you're listening to music."

"Good point." turning off her music, she set her iPod and headphones on the cart then placed the earmuffs on, glancing at Sam.

He nodded, "Whenever you're ready." he reached for the switch and sent the target back down range as she slid the magazine back into the pistol.

Ana fired the first three shots and then lowered the gun to look at her target, her grouping was still pretty wide. "Okay, first of all, relax your shoulders, you're tensing up there." Sam told her, "Everything else about your stance is spot on. Are you aiming with one eye closed?" She nodded, "Don't. I know that's how most people are taught, but if you're in a dangerous spot, you don't want to miss some coming at you because you had one eye closed." She nodded again, making sure to keep both eyes open and she fired the last four shots. "Look, you're already getting closer to the center." he smiled at her as he brought the target back toward them.

As they looked over the target Ana smiled and took the earmuffs off, "Thanks." she told him, hoping that with a little more work she would be hitting the center or close to every time at this distance.

"No problem." Sam assured her as he set the target down on the rest of the used ones, "It's getting kind of late, Dean already called it a night and I'm headed that way. You gonna be up for a while?" he figured she would be because of how long she had slept after Cas' news.

"Uhh… yeah. I'll probably be up for a while. Think I'm going to call it quits in here for the day though." She told him, looking around at the shell casing that were on the floor that needed to be cleaned up.

He nodded, "Probably a good idea. There's a broom against the other side of the gun case, you can just sweep all of this up and drop it into the plastic tub that's on the table against the wall." he instructed before heading for the door.

"Hey Sam," she stopped him and watched as he turned to face her before she spoke again, "Is... How is Dean doing with all of this?"

He stared at her a moment then walked back over to where she was standing, "He's had a bit more time to think about it than you have. I think he's confused about what to do, but he's okay. Why?"

Ana shrugged, "Just curious." She avoided looking into his eyes as she crossed the room to grab the broom. "I'll get all of this cleaned up."

"You can leave the stuff on the cart, we'll keep working on your aim." He said, still thinking about her question. "Well, good night." He told her awkwardly as he walked out of the room.

-A-

Dean had been looking forward to a full night sleep when he had laid down in bed and was thankful that he'd spent most of the day with his nose in books, reading up on the ritual and the Good line. So when a loud crash and thud echoed down the hall, waking him up, he scowled. It wasn't until the noise was followed by a delayed "Ow! Shit!" that he was moving quickly out of his room, the pistol he kept next to his bed in hand.

"Ow ow ow." He could hear Ana whining and jogged the rest of the way to the library, his weapon raised in case of a threat. When he walked into the dim lit room, he paused to see the young redhead sitting on top of the large table, one hand cradling her head and the other holding her foot up to her face. Dean flicked on the rest of the lights, causing Ana to blink rapidly and then cover her eyes.

"Ana, what the hell?" He questioned, lowering the gun as he realized there was no intruder. As he walked closer to the table he noticed the wide gash on her forehead, the glass scattered across the table, and the chunk of it that was sticking out of her foot. "What were you doing?" He raised his voice.

"Shhhhhhh!" She scolded him, "You'll wake up Sammy."

"Dean? What's going on?" Sam's voice came from hallway before he entered the room.

Ana rolled her eyes, "See... told ya." Her words slurred a bit as she glanced around Dean to see Sam walking over to them.

"Are you drunk?" Dean demanded, bending to her eye level, noticing how bloodshot her green eyes were.

"What?" She shook her head, "No!"

Dean looked at the glass on the table, recognizing parts of the label off the bottle of whiskey, then noticed the lack of any liquid any where. "Right, because the whiskey that was in the bottle you dropped evaporated." He growled sarcastically, he glanced at his brother, "Go get the first aid kit."

Sam nodded and quickly left the room, not wanting to get involved in the argument he knew was about to ensue.

"What happened?" Dean asked as he looked at her forehead.

Ana sighed dramatically, "I was just having a good time when the freaking light fixture attacked me and caused me to drop the bottle in my hand."

"It attacked you?" He raised an eyebrow at him, "Why were you standing on the table in the first place?"

Sam walked back into the room with the large plastic box that held all of their medical supplies. Setting it on the table next to Ana, he opened it up and began to grab the things they would need out. He poured some rubbing alcohol on a gauze pad and handed it to Dean.

"Hey, I've got this. Go back to bed." Dean told his brother as he pushed Ana's hand away from her head so he could clean the wide split in her forehead that was just above her left eyebrow.

The younger Winchester shrugged and turned to leave again, "Night night, Sammy!" Ana called after him, hissing quickly after as Dean cleaned her wound.

"Answer my question, why were you on the table?" He brushed her hair away from her face so he could get a better look at it.

"I was listening to music on my phone when a really good song came on and I had to dance. So I stood up and did." She answered, wincing as he ran the gauze in his hand over her cut one more time.

He scoffed, shaking his head as he dropped the gauze on the table and grabbed the butterfly bandages Sam had set out. Making sure that her head was all taken care of, he grabbed a chair and sat down to take a look at her foot, "So you wanna talk about why you drank the rest of my whiskey?" He glanced up at her.

"Helps numb everything, ya know?" She shrugged, "I'm not supposed ta go numb again, but was the only thing to fix it."

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Why aren't you supposed to feel numb?" He asked as he grabbed the materials he would need to fix her foot.

"Scares people. Heather... Luke... they worry." She looked down at her hands, the slightly sober part of herself knew she didn't want to talk about it, but the alcohol had left her without a filter.

"You being drunk scares people?" He asked, hoping he could keep her distracted until he got the glass out of her foot. There was a thick, big jagged piece and then a few smaller bits around it logged into her skin.

She shook her head, her lips forming a soft pout, "Last time was pills."

"Pills?" His hands stopped moving and he looked back up at her, his chest tightening in a weird way at the thought of her taking drugs.

"Mmmm." She nodded slightly, "First was some left over high grade painkillers, they were left over from my surgery, then when those were gone 't was four or five cold pills at a time, the kind that make you sleepy."

"Why?" He took the tweezers off of the table and began to take out the small pieces of glass, dropping them on to the gauze he used on her forehead.

She lifted her head up and looked at the ceiling, taking a moment to try and find the right words in the jumbled mess of her intoxicated brain, "I.. I was depressed. Felt like I had no one. Dead mom, no dad, felt like a burden on Heather and then there was the shit show with Luke." She sighed and looked down into Dean's bright green eyes. "I just wanted to sleep forever. Was better than being in the real world."

He watched her a moment before he continued his work on her foot, "When was that?"

"Almost two years ago." She sighed heavily, "I've been careful since, but... there's just too much here," she pointed to her chest, "That I don't understand."

Dean grabbed a clean gauze pad and quickly pulled the large chunk of glass out of her foot, pushing the pad hard against the open wound to slow the bleeding, "You're hurt." He commented, not taking his eyes away from his hands, knowing that he was the reason she was hurt.

"Hurt I understand, been hurt before... but..." she scrunched up her face, thinking hard, "There was an empty space, like a black hole, sucking up all of the good feelings and leaving the bad. Then found out you were my dad and it felt different, like... like part of it wasn't so empty, but filled with confusion and... and disappointment."

Dean visibly shrunk at her words, she was disappointed to have him as a father.

She closed her eyes, "All I could think was how could someone so... good want a daughter who is so screwed up." She shook her head, "Why would someone like you take on a burden like me."

As her words processed in his mind, he looked up at her. She wasn't disappointed in him, she was disappointed with herself. "You're not a burden, Ana." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"I brought a whole mess of trouble into your life, I'm another person for you to have to look out for when you shouldn't have to." Her shoulders slumped, "I'm just a giant screw up on everyone who becomes a part of my life."

He stood up, keeping the pressure on her foot with one hand, he raised her chin with the other so she had to look him in the eye, "Anastasia Marie, you are not a burden and you never will be. Not to me. Are we clear?" He didn't raise his voice, but it was stern, he wanted to get the message across clearly. When she just stared at him he clenched his jaw, "Are. We. Clear?" He repeated.

She nodded, "We're clear." There was no arguing with that tone or the look in his eyes. "Wait... How did you know my middle name?"

He sat back down to check on her foot, "That night in the Impala, Stephanie told me she was going to make sure a part of me stuck with you. She said she was going to make your middle name Marie. My mom's name was Mary, her mother's name was Carrie, so she combined them." He explained, "I honestly didn't think she would do it after I left, but then I saw it when I was looking through your documentation before we met at Jody's."

The story made Ana smile, "It's kind of nice knowing that. Feels like both of my grandmother's are with me even if I didn't get to meet either of them."

Dean looked at her foot, "I'm going to have to stitch this up, think you can hold still while I do it? I don't have anything to numb it with."

She shrugged, "Can't really feel it anyway." Pausing a minute, she watched him get the stuff out of the kit to stitch her foot, "Hey Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Think you'll ever love me?" She questioned as she rubbed sleepily at one of her eyes.

The words made him stop. He took a deep breath and looked up at her, "Kid, I have loved you since the moment I found out." He assured her, "You may have been unexpected and a giant surprise, but if I didn't love you as much as I do, I wouldn't have been able to leave."

"At first I was so blinded by the fact that you had left that I didn't think about what was going through your head when you did." She looked away as he began to push needle through skin, "But after everything I've seen you and Sam go through, I can understand why you did it. Respect it even. Doesn't make it hurt any less."she paused, "You know, when I was younger I would think a lot about what it would be like to meet you one day. I always thought you just didn't know that I was even alive and that shaped how I thought us meeting would go. Knowing that you knew and still left hurt so bad, all I could think about was being abandoned. But I get it." she looked down at him, "Just gonna take a little time for the hurt to go away."

As she rambled, Dean made a quick job of stitching her foot and when the wound was closed he placed a large bandage over it. "I think I can give you that time," he paused, looking up into green eyes that almost mirrored his own, "as long as you stay out of my whiskey."

Ana smiled, "I'm not making any promises, but I highly doubt it will happen again." she took a quick look at her foot and then slid off of the table, "Whiskey is gross." she added once on her feet, being careful to not put any pressure on the right one. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed the mess on the table, "I'll clean this all up."

He shook his head, "The only thing you're going to do right now is go to bed and sleep off all the alcohol. We can clean this up in the morning."

"Bedtime." she nodded, the adrenaline of being hurt wearing off and leaving her tired. "Good idea. Thanks for patching me up." she told him with a smile as she walked by his side toward the hall, being careful not to put a lot of pressure on her foot. There was no pain, she was still too drunk for that, but she didn't want to pull on the fresh stitches.

Dean made sure she made it to her room alright, stopping her before she walked through the door, "Next time you feel like you need to numb your feelings, you come to me, alright? We can talk about it. No more self medicating."

She nodded, leaning on the door frame, "Okay. No more numb. Gotcha."

"Go get some sleep, Ana." he told her sternly and watched as she got into bed before closing the door for her.

"Hey Dean!" she called to him as she snuggled under her blanket.

Pushing the door back open a little, he peaked his head in, "Yeah?"

"Good night." she gave him a sleepy smile.

"Night, kid." he watched her close her eyes before he closed the door again and headed to his own room.