A/N: Hey everyone! Ten chapters down and I still can't believe that you all are sticking around to read the crazy things I come up with in my head. I'm going to be introducing another OC in this chapter who will be hanging around for a while, so be looking forward to that! I'm also wanting to bring in more canon characters, leave me a comment on who your favorites are and I'll see what I can do about bringing them in! Thanks for sticking with me guys :)

Dean slammed the door to his room behind him as he stormed in. Why couldn't either of them see that he was just trying to do what was best for Ana? She shouldn't be exposed to the hunting life or have to learn to use her freaking powers. He swore and threw himself down on his bed. All he wanted to do was keep her away from all of it, but part of him knew it was inevitable. It would pull her in just like it did everyone else he tried to keep out of it. Hell, it had already started, she was already so much deeper in than he was comfortable with.

"I don't want leave, but if you don't come to terms with this I will."

He continued to replay that sentence in his head, it was on a constant loop. Over and over and over… The thought of her leaving where he couldn't keep her safe scared him. It scared him worse than any demon ever had and he knew he couldn't chance it. There was no other option, he would have to live with the fact that she was with him and protected while learning how to control her powers and fight the evil of the world rather than her being however far away and doing it all on her own, unprotected.

Grumbling to himself, he got off of his bed and quickly left his room before he could change his mind. When he reached the library he found his younger brother sitting at the large table with a book in front of his face, "Fine. I don't like is, but I won't push her away." he stated, watching as Sam dropped the book to the table, "Since we're doing this we might as well start now, how is she supposed to learn to control her powers?"

Ana had heard him march down the hall and had finally caught up to his long legs as he uttered the last sentence. "I have to learn first hand." she spoke softly from behind him.

He slowly turned around to look at her, trying his hardest to reign in his frustration with the situation, "What's that supposed to mean? We're just supposed to throw you in the middle of danger and see what happens?"

"No, that would be trial and error." she explained, moving around him and into the library, "The witches in my line, once they came in to their power, were taught by a witch from a different family. Hold on, I read about it this morning." Sifting through the pile of books she had been digging through hours before, she pulled out the only documentation on the one evil witch in her family, Charlotte. It didn't take her long to find the passage from the beginning that she had been thinking of, "Ah, here it is. 'Charlotte is just now coming into her powers, mother said that her visions will give way to her full ability, that she will be a witch. As she begins to transition from being a psychic to a witch she will being to take lessons from Fiona Mohr. The Mohr family has been teaching the witches in our bloodline for generations.'"

Sam nodded, "I've found a few other mention of Mohr witches. Their family has not only been working with the witches in your line, but also a few of the other women who held only specific abilities."

Dean walked over to Ana and grabbed the book out of her hands, skimming over the words before looking up at her, "So we're just supposed to find a witch from the Mohr line and hope that whoever it is will come teach you to control your magic?"

"If we can find a living descendant they won't be able to say no. There was a pact made in blood between Sarah Good and Steven Mohr, forever linking the two families' magic. Once a Mohr witch is introduced to a Good witch they are succumbed with the need to help." She told him with a shrug, "I don't get it, sounds kind of weird to me, but that's what the book says."

With a toss, the book landed with a thud on the table and Dean sighed, "How in the hell are we supposed to find a witch from that bloodline anyway? Their last name has probably changed just like your family's did."

"I considered that too." Ana sat down on top of the table, crossing her legs underneath her, "Even if their last name didn't change there has got to be more than one family with that name in the world. So I was thinking that maybe Castiel might be able to locate one? Don't angles have a bunch of abilities? I figure tracking down a witch shouldn't be that difficult for him."

Dean watched her carefully for a moment, in the oversized knitted grey sweater and black leggings she was wearing with her hair in a crazy pile on top of her head she looked so much like her mother. He sighed, praying that this would all work out, "I'm not sure if he'll be able to find one or not, but we can ask." Turning to his brother he raised an eyebrow, "Did he leave after you sent us to our rooms, father?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Yes, he left. Didn't say what he was doing, you know how he is."

"Alright, well I'll go call him. See if he can track down a Mohr." Much to his dislike a thought crossed his mind, "Sam, why don't you start training her. She's going to need to know more than just magic." He left the room, trusting his brother to begin his daughter's training, there were other things for him to focus on.

Ana spun around on the table so she was facing Sam, "He's so not happy with this." she commented.

He scoffed, "That's an understatement." he reached over and patted her knee affectionately, "But he'll get over it. One day he'll understand that there really wasn't any other course of action." Leaning back in his chair, he seemed to be contemplating something, "How much do you know about the things we've gone up against? I'm assuming that you caught on to general hunter knowledge via your visions."

"I know enough I think. Ghosts, werewolves, shifters, vampires, demons, those I know, but the ones you two encountered less of I don't have much on." She answered, thinking back to all of the monsters she saw in her visions. "I figure for now I mainly need to focus on demons, since they're what's coming after me at the moment."

With a nod, Sam stood up, "That's good enough for now, we need to get you some practice in hand to hand combat."

Her face scrunched up at his words, "I'm going to be covered in bruises."

"You've got to learn some how." he chuckled, "Come on, let's get started. Maybe we'll get lucky and by the time we're done Cas will have found you a witch mentor."

"When have Winchesters ever been lucky?" she joked dryly as she got off of the table to follow him. Part of her was more than excited to be training, she had always wanted to learn how to fight, but she also knew that it wasn't going to be fun. By the time they were done she knew she would be sore and tired.

-A-

Dean had walked to the garage to try and get a hold of Castiel, hoping that Sam training her would keep Ana busy enough for him to go over his plan with the angel. When Cas didn't answer his phone, he tried praying, "Cas, look, I know you've been doing a bunch of back and forth, but I need some help."

"You know I don't mind helping you, Dean." Castiel spoke when he appeared in front of his friend, "Have you calmed down after your argument with Anastasia?"

Dean frowned, "Not completely, but if it keeps her here then I'm going to go along with it. Until it gets too dangerous that is." he sighed, "Apparently there's another line of natural witches that help the ones in Ana's family when they come in to their powers, think you could track one down?"

"A Mohr witch?" Castiel nodded, "I heard about them while I was digging around for information in Heaven and actually already went about finding the closest living descendant."

"Of course you did. Where is she at?" He asked, rubbing his temples, this witch stuff was giving him a major headache.

"He," Castiel corrected, "is in Louisiana. I can go retrieve him if you'd like."

It had to be a guy. The thought made Dean scowl, "Yeah, but don't bring him back here, I want to talk to this guy first. Meet me at the diner in town? When you get to him, just tell him there's a Good witch that needs his help, I don't want him knowing anything more until I talk to him first."

Castiel nodded and disappeared. Dean shook his head as he climbed into the Impala, wanting to beat the angel and the witch to the diner. He grabbed his phone and sent Sam a quick text, Running an errand. Be back soon. Before he could change his mind on the whole situation, he started the engine and pulled out of the garage.

It didn't take him long to drive to the diner he had instructed Cas to meet him at, that was part of the reason he liked it so much, plus the food was amazing. Sadly he wouldn't be enjoying any of the food this visit, he didn't actually plan on going inside, too many witnesses in case he needed to put some fear into the witch he was meeting. Not long after he'd parked and stepped out of his car he heard the sound of wings, turning to see Cas and a guy that didn't look much older than Ana standing next to him.

"That was not what I was expecting." The guy muttered as he looked wide-eyed at Castiel before glancing around the parking lot, "I thought I was meeting a witch? Not a hunter." he commented, thick southern drawl coating his words.

"First you have to get passed the interview." Dean gave him a tight smirk, "You understand why you've been brought here?"

The guy brushed a hand through his short black hair, "No, I let your angel buddy bring me here because I thought it would be a good time." he shook his head, "It's been generations since the Good line has produced a witch, my family has been waiting for the next one to appear. Now, do I get to meet her or are you going to keep me out in the cold?" he wrapped his light, black denim jacket closer to his torso.

Dean glared at him before turning to Cas, "Wanna check him out for me?" he questioned, hoping that his friend would understand what he was asking him to do.

Castiel gave a curt nod, before facing the witch and placing two fingers to his forehead, digging through his thoughts and memories, "His intentions seem to be entirely for her good. He himself is not wholly good, but I don't see any blatant evil either."

"Woah, how about next time you ask before you invade my mind, alright?" the witch glared at the two men, "It's been my family's job to teach the Good line since it existed." he circled around the car until he was standing in front of Dean, "Are you going to let me help or not? If she doesn't learn to control her powers as they come along she will quickly become dangerous to anyone around her."

"What's your name?" Dean asked, knowing that he needed to trust what Cas saw for the well being of Ana.

The witch extended his hand, "Connor Mohr." he introduced himself with a grin.

"Dean Winchester." he shook Connor's hand quickly before dropping it, no matter what Cas said, he still wasn't fully trusting of the kid in front of him.

"Ah, the infamous Dean Winchester. Well, if this isn't a little unnerving." Connor shoved his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans, "And may I ask why you have a Good descendant in your care?"

He shook his head, "You will be given information as I see fit. Come on, I'm freezing and there's really no need to be wasting any more time." he turned to Cas, "Thanks for the help. Can you stick around or do you have other stuff to take care of?"

Castiel looked between the two men, being able to sense Dean's unease about the situation, "I can stay with you." he answered, opening the door to the Impala and climbing in the passenger seat.

"Get in, Connor. I'll take you to meet your new witch buddy." Dean instructed, as he got in himself. Once everyone was settled in, he pulled away from the dinner and headed back toward the bunker.

Connor cleared his throat from the back seat, "So do I get any information at all on the witch I'm meeting?" he asked, feeling a bit nervous to be in the presence of Dean Winchester, there were stories about how much he disliked witches. Hence his utter confusion at the information that the man in the driver's seat seemed to be protecting this Good witch.

"No." Dean stated simply, glancing at him in the rearview mirror. "You make one wrong move around her and I will end you." he warned.

The witch shook his head, blue eyes rolling, "What is it going to take to convince you that all I want to do is help her? I may not be the best witch moral wise, but I've been preparing for this possibility my whole life. It's an honor in my family to be the one to help a Good witch."

Dean didn't respond as he continued to drive, hoping that Connor was telling the truth, but only for the sake of his daughter. His jaw clenched as he pulled into the garage and he quickly parked the car before turning to look at the witch behind him, "There are going to be two hunters and an angel here the entire time you are, I want you to keep that in mind." he warned again before getting out of the car.

As Connor stepped out of the car his eyes widened, "How old is she?" he questioned, "She's extremely powerful, I thought you said she had just come in to her powers?" he aimed the last question at the angel that had brought him there.

"She has." Castiel answered, "Can you sense her?"

"Sense her?" Connor scoffed, "Her power is vibrating this whole place, it's almost tangible."

Dean sighed, "Great." he muttered, walking toward the door that led to the main hall. "Come on, Gandalf, let's get this over with."

Connor followed quickly behind him, "I'm a witch, not a wizard." he corrected as they walked down the hall, he could feel that they were getting closer to where the witch was, the intensity of her power growing as they entered the library where a tall man and a girl sat at a large table.

"Dean?" Sam questioned, raising an eyebrow at the stranger who walked into the room behind his older brother.

Ana turned in her chair, looking at the three men that had come in to the room. She stood up slowly, eyebrow raised at the extremely attractive man standing next to her father and Castiel. Jet black hair, bright blue eyes, and a jawline that could cut diamonds, add that on top of the bad boy/ biker look he was sporting with the tight jeans, white tee shirt, and denim jacket and she instantly wished they had met when they weren't surrounded by her family.

"Meet Connor Mohr." Dean jerked his head toward the witch, "Turns out he wasn't that hard to track down as we thought."

Connor moved away from Dean to stand in front of the young witch, eyes squinting in concentration as he reached out toward her power with his own, only to be swatted away by it. "You are extremely gifted." he commented, his eyes staring into her green ones.

"Thanks?" she questioned, glancing around him at her father before she looked back at him.

Sam stood up, "Are we sure he's on our side?" he questioned, remembering most of the witches they crossed as being evil.

Ana nodded, "He is." she glanced at her uncle, "Don't tell me how I know, but he's not going to hurt any of us. Are you, Connor?"

"Are you kidding?" he asked as if the notion itself was crazy, "You could crush me with the amount of power you have. Honestly I'm just excited to help you learn to control it. You're going to be a force to be reckoned with, darling."

"Woah! You do not get to call her that!" Dean snapped, scowling.

Connor glanced over his shoulder at the angry man, "Well no one has informed me of her name yet, so…"

"Anastasia," she extended her hand, "It's nice to meet you, please excuse my overbearing father."

"I am not overbearing." "He's your dad?!" Dean and Connor spoke at the same time, glanced at each other, and then turned their attention back to Ana.

She raised an eyebrow at both of them, "So, what's the plan here? We meet a few times, you teach me a couple of tricks and I'm good to go?" she directed the question at Connor.

The question made him pause and frown slightly, "You weren't prepared for this at all were you? Didn't anyone in your family teach you about this?"

"The only one left other than myself is my aunt and I highly doubt that she knew anything about any of this witch stuff." Ana explained.

Connor nodded, "That would answer why you didn't contact me sooner. The other witches in your family started their training when the visions started. When did the visions start?"

She sighed, pulling her hair out of the bun it was in on top of her head and running her fingers through it, trying to keep herself calm, "About three and a half months ago."

"Months?" shock clear in his tone, his eyes followed her hand as it brushed through her long hair, "It normally takes years before the transition happens. Why is yours happening so fast?"

Dean watched as they spoke, noticing the way Connor watched Ana, "I was actually kind of hoping you would have an idea why." he cut in.

With a shrug Connor turned so he could see everyone in the room, "I've never heard of something like this happening in her bloodline. In my own it's normal for each witch to slowly come into their power the older we get, we're born with it, but the Good line is different. The visions set in anywhere between sixteen to twenty-two years of age and then it takes at least two more before their full powers settle." he informed them, looking at each one before his eyes settled on her, "Do you mind if I try something, Anastasia?"

"Call me Ana… and that depends on what you want to try." she answered, not sure what to make out of the other witch.

Her response made Connor chuckle and damn if it wasn't one of the sexiest things Ana had seen, "It's nothing bad, I promise. I'd just like to better understand of your magic and I can only do that by using my own magic. It won't hurt you in any way, though it is a bit uncomfortable."

Ana thought about it a moment, if he could understand her magic, then he could help her understand it, which was why he was even there in the first place. "How does it work?" she wanted to know exactly what she was signing up for before she agreed to it.

"It's a minor spell. The jist of it is you have to allow me to access your… soul for the lack of a better term, the place where your magic resides." Connor tried to explain, but it was like speaking a different language to a witch without any previous knowledge of magic. "Think of it as a distant cousin to what angel boy over there can do…"

"Castiel." she interrupted, not comfortable with the nickname 'angel boy'.

Connor paused, confused, "What?"

"The angel's name is Castiel." Ana clarified as if he should have understood already.

"Oookay… So… Castiel can touch you and use his power to see inside of your mind and body, right? Angel power? What I want to do is similar, but instead of just taking the information, you have to allow me to see it. With magic as strong as yours, if someone tried to do this with you and you didn't want it, you could probably kill them." He finished, hoping that he explained it clear enough.

Dean walked over to them, "So she has to allow you into wherever it is her witchy mojo lives, but once you get in what does that mean? Can you control her once you've found it?" his face was stern, there was unease rolling off of him in waves.

"Dean, calm down." Ana told him softly.

Both of his eyebrows shot up, "Calm down? Dude wants to Vulcan mind meld with you and you want me to calm down?" He snapped, crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at his daughter, "If you're going to do this I want to know exactly what's happening at all times. I'm going to be overbearing." He mimicked her use of the word.

"No, now you're just being an ass." she muttered before turning her attention back to Connor, "I'm going to assume that even if you did want to control me for whatever delusional reason Dean has thought up that you wouldn't be able to? Seeing as how I have to let you in makes me think you brainwashing me isn't a likely possibility."

Connor's blue eyes glanced quickly back and forth between the two Winchesters in front of him, "Honestly, if you were any other witch I could implant ideas within you for my own agenda, if I even had one…" he trailed off, sighing as he looked her directly in the eyes, "Though I'm not happy with admitting this, you are more powerful than I am, my magic wouldn't stand a chance against yours if I tried something like that. Hell, I tried to feel you out and I got swatted away like a fly."

"You what?" Dean and Sam both snapped simultaneously.

Ana's pursed her lips in thought, ignoring the question, "I think I felt that, but I didn't consciously 'swat' you away." she thought for a moment, "Come to think about it most of the so called magic I've been doing hasn't been done with a conscious thought."

"Then we need to work quickly on your training, if you're not controlling simple things like that there's no telling what else you could do by accident." Connor warned her, "With how powerful you are, it's going to take a while for you to get a strong grip on it, but once you do have it, you shouldn't have to worry about losing control again."

A calm concentration took over her expression, "Alright, let's get started." Ana slowly turned to look at her father, "I get control of my power and I'm going to…" her voice trailed off as she was thrown into a vision so strong be body began to tremble and she was swaying on her feet.

Connor quickly reached out and grabbed her before she fell to the floor, but the moment their skin was touching he was somehow pulled into the vision she was seeing. Holding her close, he lowered himself to the floor before he was just as lost as she was in what they were seeing.

It began with a Ana standing in a room full of demons, Barbas standing in front of her with a smirk on his face, he clearly thought he had won. There were demons behind him holding back Dean and Sam, both battered and bloody, they watched as Barbas made to put his hands on Ana. Suddenly there was a blinding white light that flooded the entire room and painful screams from every demon in the room. Once the light finally cleared, Sam and Dean were no longer being held back, Barbas was on the floor at Ana's feet… dead, along with every other demon that had been standing minutes before. There was a strange static that she hadn't experienced before and then they were both tossed into a different vision. At first Ana wasn't sure what was going on, she was watching herself from across the room of some cheap motel room and when what she was seeing finally became clear, she could only stare wide eyed. There were clothes thrown everywhere and another body in bed with her, tangled in the sheets. As the bodies rolled she got a clear view of the man in bed with her… Connor.

The girl sucked in a deep breath once she was back to seeing the room she was actually in, fully clothed, laying in Connor's arms. "Well that wasn't awkward." she mumbled and pushed herself away from him, cheeks red.

"What'd you see?" Dean asked and it wasn't until he spoke that Ana realized they were surrounded by her family. Reaching down, he took her arm and pulled her to her feet, not liking how Connor was looking at her once they came out of the vision.

Ana rubbed her hands over her face, putting as much space between herself and Connor (who was just now standing up off of the floor) as she could, "Uh… we were surrounded by demons, captured, and I… uh…"

"Took out the entire group single handedly without raising a finger?" Connor finished for her, an eyebrow raised.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look before turning their attention to Ana, "What's so awkward about that?" Sam asked.

"What?" She responded, brushing a hand through her red hair as she moved to sit on the table, it was quickly becoming her favorite place to sit.

"When you rejoined the real world, you said 'well that wasn't awkward' in your usual sarcastic way. So what was so awkward about you taking out a demon?" Dean pushed for an answer, wondering why her cheeks seemed to grow a shade of darker red at his words.

Connor cleared his throat, a devilish grin spreading across his lips as he watched the girl fluster, "She wasn't referring to the demon killing."

"What were you referring to, Anastasia?" Dean demanded, knowing the look on the boy's face, he had made it himself many a time.

Ana jumped off of the table, "There are some things you just don't need to know, dad." she assured him, walking toward the room's exit.

"Don't think that pulling the 'dad' card is going to distract me." He all but growled at her, "Where are you going?"

She grabbed a still grinning Connor by the sleeve of his jacket, "I'm going to go Vulcan mind meld with Connor." was her only response as she pulled the witch behind her.

"Is that what we're going to call it?" He asked in a low teasing tone.

Ana stopped dead in her tracks and spun on him, slapping his arm, "We are not calling that anything, bring it up again and I will make your life hell."

"Do not go in your room!" Dean stared at them both, not being able to hear their quiet conversation.

"Oh, calm down, Dean." Ana spoke up, "I'm just going to take him into the training room, I figure this sort of thing would be easier to do without three sets of prying, judging eyes." she explained, turning back around to head toward the smallish room her and Sam had used earlier for their sparring session that she was still sore from.

Connor followed quietly behind her, still grinning to himself at how embarrassed she seemed to be by the second vision they shared. In all honesty, it didn't phase him much, he had been drawn to her the moment he felt her power. Then he saw her red hair and green eyes, she was captivating to say the least. As he thought about it, his eyes roamed over her body, barely stopping when she opened the door to a room and stood aside so he could come in.

"Do we need anything to do this spell?" She questioned once she shut the door behind them, having no doubt that Dean or Sam (or both) would walk down the hall to check on them at some point.

Looking around the room, Connor shook his head, thankful that it was mostly empty other than a couple of mats on the floor and some weights in the corner. "No, the spell doesn't require any ingredients, just a couple of witches and some fancy dead language." he told her, eyes landing on her's. "Are you ready to do this?"

Ana ran a nervous hand through her hair, trying to clear her mind of the vision, but it just kept playing on a loop in her head. "As ready as I'll ever be." she finally answered.

"Good enough." he sat down cross legged on the floor, "You're going to want to sit down in front of me." he directed as he pulled of his jacket, setting it on the ground next to him. Watching as she moved just a little closer and then sat down, he smiled, noticing the space she continued to try and keep between them. Placing his hands on her knees, he dragged her until their legs were touching, "We have to be touching for this to work. You can't get all shy on be just because one of your visions showed us…"

"We are not talking about that." She interrupted. "Tell me what I need to do."

Connor smiled, "Your part is easy. You just need to focus, remember that you have to let me in so don't get nervous and freak out otherwise you could hurt me. I'll do the rest, alright?"

Ana nodded, already feeling nervous. There was no other choice though, she needed to trust the witch sitting in front of her otherwise she wouldn't learn anything and would probably accidently hurt someone she cared about.

Connor reached for her hands, laying one palm up on her knee and placing his over it, then placed his hand palm up on his own knee, "Cover my hand with yours." he instructed, letting his teasing tone from earlier fade. Magic wasn't something to be toyed with, this was a serious matter and he needed her to understand that though he liked to have his fun, when it came to teaching her he wasn't joking around. When she covered his hand with her own, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, "Now you need to calm yourself, relax and I'll do everything else." he reminded her as he began to chant softly.

Watching him a moment, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath like he had, using it to calm herself down and to focus on letting him in, she didn't want to hurt him. When he started to chant she could feel a tingle across her palms that slowly moved up her arms, she was beginning to associate the odd feeling with magic. It happened before each of her visions, it happened before she killed the demon a few nights ago, and now it was happening as she felt Connor searching inside of her for it's source.

His chanting continued for a while before she felt him pull away with his magic, his chanting stopping suddenly. When she opened her eyes, he was giving her a strange look, eyes focused on her own. "What is it?" Ana asked, the silence driving her crazy.

For a minute it didn't seem like he was going to respond, but then he moved quickly. Snaking a hand around her neck while uttering what must have been a small spell and then pulling her toward him, pressing his lips to her's. He lingered there a moment as a soft white light transfered from her chest to her lips then to his lips and to his chest.

Ana was frozen for a long moment before she pushed him away from her, "What the hell was that?" she snapped, standing up quickly and moving away from him.

"That was completely necessary." He defended himself as he stood up, "Ana, you are so much more powerful than you understand. There's too much magic in you and if you don't start releasing a little of it every few days it's going to consume you. It will kill you." his explanation was hurried, not wanting her to be angry with him.

She visibly paled, "What did you do? It wasn't just a kiss, I could feel the spell."

Connor sighed and crossed the room to her slowly, "It was a sort of energy transfer. If I wouldn't have taken some of it from you it wouldn't have taken long for it to take you out." he frowned, trying to think of a way to explain it to her. "Think of it like a water well that's constantly being filled. If someone doesn't come often enough with a couple of buckets to take from it. the water overflows. In this scenario you are the well and your magic is the water. If the water overflows the well crumbles."

"The white light…" she thought out loud, "What we saw in my vision, the first one, I've done that before on a much smaller scale. Was that the sort of energy transfer I need?"

Rubbing a hand across the small stubble on his chin he thought before nodding, "In theory yes, but for it to be that large you would have to be on the brink of holding too much magic in."

"Would I still continue to 'overflow' after that or would it be big enough that we could somehow find a way for it to stop building up?" Her mind was racing with possibilities, if they were on the right track she may just have the answers to more than one of her problems.

Connor squinted at her, completely lost at the direction she was taking the conversation, "There's a chance that we may be able to stop it, but by doing that there may also be the risk that we cut off your magic completely."

At that she frowned. Ana hadn't been looking forward to being a witch, the idea still scared her, but now that she was already handling it, the idea of living without it made her uncomfortable. "Well we need to figure it out fast. I have a demon to kill." she told him with a sly grin. Now the only thing standing in her way was clueing in Dean and Sam on her plan.

A/N(2): Boom! More drama. It'll wind down once all of the mess with Barbas is taken care of. I would love reviews guys! Let me know what you think of Connor so far, we'll be digging a bit more into his background in coming chapters. What canon character's do you want me to bring in, let me know! As always, thanks for reading :)