A/N: Hey there! Going to be quick and to the point with this note so you guys can get to the story! Giant thank yous to everyone who recently followed, warms my heart everytime I see a new one! Thanks to Michelle for the review; I promise I'm posting as fast as I can! Also shout out to Rubyrose: I'm glad it didn't come off as obvious, I really wanted it to be a surprise!

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"You want to what?!" Dean yelled, pushing back the chair he had been sitting in and moving away from the table. When Connor and Ana had come back from their magic lesson, Ana asked for everyone to sit down so they could talk. After explaining that if she didn't start getting rid of some of her magic that it would eventually kill her, she pulled this idea out like it wasn't extremely dangerous.

"Dean, it's a good idea." Connor told him, still not completely informed on the demon situation, but Ana had explained enough for him to understand her plan.

Sam sat across the table from the two young witches, glaring at them both, but not saying a word. His brother had control of this argument, he just wanted them to both understand that he didn't like the idea either.

"Stay out of this, Harry Potter." Dean snapped, moving around the table until he was standing next to his daughter's chair, "What level of delusional do you think I am? Did you honestly think that I would be okay with this plan? Not only are you putting yourself in danger by giving yourself up to Barbas, but you want to let your power build up to the point where it could kill you if you don't act at the right exact moment. No. No way in hell. I will lock you up in here before I even consider your suicide plan."

Ana stood up from her chair, not afraid to face off against Dean, "I had that vision for a reason! It's a good plan. We need to take out Barbas and his groupies, that's the only solution to me being a damn human sacrifice, and I would like to do that soon so I can leave the bunker at some point in time. It would be nice to have some semblance of a normal life!"

"We can find a different way to take out Barbas." Sam pointed out, "We're not going to keep you locked up in here forever, Ana. There's a better way to go about killing this demon and we're going to find it."

She clenched her jaw as she turned her attention from her father to her uncle, "We've been looking for days, Sam! Unless we want to chance completing the ritual and us getting our asses handed to us, this is our best and only option!"

Connor watched as the Winchesters fought, glad for the moment that he and his family were never close so moments like this never happened. As Ana continued to argue her idea, he could feel her magic reacting to her emotions, "Ana, you need to calm down." he told her softly, standing to move to her side, "You're magic reacts to strong emotion."

Choosing to ignore whatever Connor was saying, Ana continued to push her point, "I can do this, Dean. My vision was proof of that!"

"What part of 'not going to happen' are you not understanding, Anastasia?!" He demanded, "What you're thinking of doing is everything I've ever wanted to keep away from you and you think because you had some vision I'm just going to step aside and let you do whatever it is you want?"

"Dean…" Connor tried to interrupt, her magic was building, if she didn't calm down it would lash out.

Dean glared at him, "Shut up!"

Connor let out a frustrated noise before shouting out in an old language, his hands moving through the air at the same time, making a sort of cut off motion. Ana spun on him, ready to say something, but when she opened her mouth no sound came out. "I've taken away your voices." he informed them, "Obviously just talking to you bunch wasn't getting me anywhere." he grumbled as he closed the space between himself and Ana, placing his hands on her shoulders, "You need to calm down, right now. If you don't your magic will lash out in some not so friendly way. You don't want to hurt anyone in this room do you?" Her eyes flicked to Dean, glaring at him a moment before she looked back to the witch in front of her, shaking her head in response. "Okay, then you need to control your anger. Take a couple of deep breaths and relax."

His hands remained on her shoulders and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply and forcing herself to calm down as much as she could. When she opened her eyes, she gave him a slight nod to let him know she was okay. Dropping his hands, he turned to look at Dean, "Look. I get that you're trying to protect her, she's your daughter, that's your right… but you have to understand that she is the most powerful witch I have ever come across. Even if we somehow clamp down the amount of power that is drawn to her, she will still be more powerful than most could imagine. At least think about that before you continue to treat her like a child."

Ana placed a hand on Connor's shoulder, forcing him to stop talking. When she had his attention she gestured to her mouth and gave him a questioning look. With a quick nod, he snapped his fingers, returning their voices. "Thank you." she told him softly, dropping her hand and looking at her father, who was still glaring at Connor.

"You're pushing your luck, buddy." Dean warned, his jaw clenched tight as he looked down at Ana, "You are not going up against Barbas, end of story. Sam and I have already started working on a plan, just have a little more patients and this will all be over." he moved back around the table and grabbed his jacket off of the chair he had been sitting in.

"Where are you going?" Ana asked, raising an eyebrow, knowing his answer before she asked.

Dean patted Sam on the shoulder, "Sam and I are going to go have a couple of drinks. You and Dumbledore can continue to work on your witchy crap while we're gone." once again moving around the table, he stopped in front of Connor, "Everything better stay PG while we're gone. I will know if it doesn't." he warned.

"Whatever you say, boss." Connor smirked, holding back a laugh.

"Come on, Sam!" Dean snarled, spinning on his heel and walking out of the room.

The younger Winchester looked between Ana and Connor before grabbing his own jacket off of his chair, "Please behave while we're gone. Call if you need anything." he directed the latter words at his niece before hurrying to catch up with his older brother. "You're just going to leave them here? Alone? After the look they each had on their faces after whatever they saw in that vision?"

Dean scoffed, "If I don't leave now I'll probably kill him and seeing as how we need him around to keep Ana's magic in check, I'd rather not do that… yet" he explained as they walked into the garage, "Plus, you should have seen the look on his face when I introduced myself to him earlier. He knows what I can do if he screws something up." Sam merely shook his head in response and got into the Impala.

-A-

Silence filled the room after the brothers' departure, Connor noticed a slight blush on Ana's cheeks, she seemed so easy to embarrass and it was adorable… as adorable as an incredibly powerful witch could get. "So… is over the shirt stuff considered PG?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Seriously, drop it." Ana warned, turning around quickly to head for the kitchen. "It's never going to happen!" she called over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of the smirk he had while following her.

The small chuckle that he emitted gave her goosebumps, "Now, I know visions aren't always one hundred percent accurate, we make different decisions and change the course we're on yadda yadda yadda…" he moved faster to catch up to her, walking directly behind her, "but I don't think that's something I would willingly change." he whispered some what seductively.

Picking up her pace she tried to get away from him, but that was hard to do when his legs were longer than her own, "You can just drop that act right now, Connor, it's not going to work." a small relieved smile playing on her lips when they reached the kitchen and she could put the metal island in the center of the room between them. Being around him made her nervous, which wasn't something Ana was used to feeling. Normally she was all hips and a flirtatious smile, something she most likely got from Dean. As the thought struck her, she made herself take a deep breath, no matter how attractive the man in front of her was, she wasn't going to let him get the best of her, "Plus," she grinned and tilted her head to the side slightly, "two can play at that game."

Circling the table, he tried to make his way over to her, but she matched his pace, keeping the distance between them even, "Oh, Anastasia, I would love to see you play that game." he smiled at her, giving her a wink before he stopped walking, "Sadly we need to focus on your magic first and foremost. Then once I'm sure you're not going to accidently hurt me or kill over we can play that game as long as you want."

With a soft laugh she shook her head, "Fine, what's our first lesson, Dumbledore?" she asked with a sweet smile, thinking that Dean's jab at him from earlier was pretty funny.

Connor rolled his eyes, "Please don't let that name stick around." he mumbled, "We need to start with the simple stuff. Meditation to help strengthen your control, basic knowledge of herbs, general understanding of the power within you." he explained, moving around the island to stand in front of her, "This isn't going to go by quickly, magic takes time to learn and as strong as your's is it might take a little longer than normal."

"How long are we talking here?" She cocked her hip to the side, hand resting on it as she looked up at him. Her neck was going to get sore from all of the looking up she had to do, why did most men have to be so freaking tall, specifically the four she spent most of her time with. Castiel was the shortest of the bunch and she still had to look up slightly at him.

His eyes flicked down to where her hand rested and then back up, an amused look lingering there, "With the rest of your line it took over a year, sometimes closer to two."

She squinted up at him, "So I'm stuck with you for that long?"

"Afraid so, I'm sure we can work out a way to relieve our frustrations without killing each other." He offered, grinning.

Ana turned around, moving away from the witch and toward the refrigerator, she needed more space between them… he was going to be so much trouble. Dean was going to hate this. "Want anything to drink?" she changed the subject, grabbing herself a bottle of water.

Walking up behind her, basically pressing himself to her back, he looked into the fridge, "Water will be fine." he answered in a hushed tone, reaching over her shoulder to grab a bottle.

"I do believe Dean's instructions included no touching unless required for your learning of witchcraft, Anastasia." Castiel's voice carried across the room, making the pair both jump.

Ana moved away from Connor and looked at the angel who was standing at the doorway, "Dammit, Cas! I thought you left."

"Would that have changed how you were just now interacting with the male witch?" he questioned, borrow scrunched together.

She rolled her eyes at him, "No, but it would have been nice to know that you were still here so that you didn't scare me into having a heart attack." she explained, taking in a couple deep breaths to calm down.

Castiel simply nodded, "I did not mean to scare you. I apologize."

"Where were you anyway? You missed the big Winchester showdown." Connor informed him, moving to sit down at the small table against a wall.

"Winchester showdown?" The angel was clearly confused, "I was doing a little more digging on Barbas. His fraction has been making a lot of movement lately, I have the feeling that they're ready to act on whatever plan it is to get you in his clutches."

Ana paled slightly, "Ready to act in a few days…? Or like they're ambushing some very close family members as we speak and plan on using them as bait?" the sudden images of Sam and Dean bloodied and beaten resurfacing from her memory.

Castiel took a minute to understand her question, "I would guess they will be moving on their plan sometime tonight."

"Cas, go find my dad and Sam." She told him quickly, before turning to look at Connor. "My vision…"

Connor nodded, following her train of thought, "We should move now."

Nodding, she turned to see Castiel still standing there, "I said go! If those demons are making a move it's going to be on them, not me. Now go before they end up dead!" she ordered, moving around him and hurrying toward her bedroom. She didn't waste any time flinging the door open and heading toward where she'd left her boots. Once they were on she walked over to the nightstand by her bed and grabbed her pistol.

Connor rounded the corner as she dropped the magazine to make sure it was still loaded with devil trap rounds. "How do you plan on finding them?" he questioned, curious. As a witch his first step would have been a tracking spell, but he figured she had a different plan.

"The moment I walk out of this bunker Barbas is going to know." She slammed the magazine back into the gun and looked up at him, "I'm assuming there are already a couple of demons outside waiting for me."

He nodded, her theory made sense, but the next words out of his mouth didn't, "I'm coming with you."

The girl paused as she raised an eyebrow at him, "Why?" she questioned, there was no reason for him to, her vision clearly predicted what was going to happen. The end result would be two sore Winchester men, a bunch of dead demons, and some strange magic that Ana still didn't quite understand.

With no logical answer, Connor didn't respond for a minute, why did he want to go with her? "You shouldn't have to do this alone." he finally settled on, "And if things go south and for some reason you can't nuke the demons I figure you could use another able body on your side."

"You weren't in my vision, Connor… not the first half at least. What if you being there changes the course of things? My family and I could get seriously hurt." She voiced her worry to him. The thought of having the witch on their side in a fight against demons did make her feel a bit better, but she wouldn't chance the outcome if it caused something to go wrong.

Connor thought about it. "Go without me. I'll track where they take you and keep my distance until you've handled everything. If it doesn't happen and I see signs of a struggle, I'll still be able to help." he offered, for a reason he didn't understand himself he didn't want her to go alone.

There was a moment's hesitation before she nodded, "Fine, but you don't barge in unless there's no freakish blinding light and a fight has broken out. Otherwise you wait until the light is gone." a thought hit her as she was getting ready to walk out of the room and her eyes went wide. "Shit! I didn't see Castiel in my vision."

"I didn't either… and you just sent him to help." He realized why she looked so worried.

"I have to go now." Seeming to unfreeze and she quickly moved toward the door, having to walk past him.

There was a tug on her hand, making her stop before she reached the hallway. Spinning she saw that Connor had grabbed her hand and was holding it, "Be careful." he said simply before letting her go, knowing that she needed to hurry in case Castiel's appearance in the situation would change it for the worse.

Giving him a small nod, she turned and quickly made her way down the hall and toward the garage, it's large door leading outside being the closest exit and there really wasn't any time to waste. Once she'd reached the large door she paused to take a deep breath, she was about to hand herself over to a demon… a demon who would then take her to a different, higher ranking demon that wanted to use her as a blood sacrifice. As her hand wrapped around the latch that held the old door in place, she began her mental pep talk. You can do this. Don't let them scare you. You are a Winchester, you aren't scared of a damn demon. Quickly she opened the door, pushing it up toward the ceiling and stepped out once it was done moving.

Night had set in not long ago and the fall air was chilly, though she was only wearing the oversized sweater and leggings that she'd had on all day so the breeze was biting in to her skin. A few minutes passed and nothing happened, there was no movement that she could see, no sounds and that made her uneasy, "Come on! I know you're out here somewhere, come claim your prize." she called into the night in true Winchester fashion.

"Well, well, well," A sly female voice spoke to her right in a thicket of trees. Slowly the body that had produced the voice came into view, making Ana tense slightly. With long black hair as dark as her eyes and a pale complexion, the only thing the red headed witch could think of was a bad representation from a cheesy C-class movie. "Little Anastasia Walker has come out to play."

"Winchester." Ana corrected, turning to face the demon, knowing very well that there was some sort of mind game behind any of the words that would come out of her mouth.

The demon grinned, "Already taking daddy's last name, are we? Don't you think that's a bit needy of you? I mean, you barely know the man, let alone the bad karma that comes with the name."

With a roll of her green eyes, Ana crossed her arms over her chest, holding her pistol in her right hand, "Can we get this over with? I know Barbas has Dean and Sam, I know he's using them to get to me. Well here I am. Take me to him." she snapped.

"A straight to the point kind of gal, I like it." The demon held the same grin, it clearly conveying the message that she thought they had won. "Well then, I won't keep you waiting." she closed the space between them and placed a hand on Ana's shoulder, transporting them from just outside of the bunker to the middle of the room she had seen in her vision.

Looking around, she noticed that it was the large room in some very run down house. The room was empty, no other demons, no Barbas, no Sam and Dean… the last part made her worry. "So where's the welcoming committee? With how important I am to this damn ritual I would have thought there would be some sort of party. Maybe a banner? Confetti would be nice too."

"The guests will be arriving shortly, though I can't guarantee the physical appearance of your gifts will be the best. Shipping and handling can be very rough." The demon commented before turning around, "Ah, just on time. The party has arrived." the words left her mouth as the room began to fill with demons.

Ana watched carefully, taking note of each of the demons faces, she had seen each of them in her vision. The only difference being that not only were her father and uncle being held captive, beaten just like they had been in her vision, but so was Castiel.

Dean's eyes focused on her as he was led around the room, standing against the wall but facing her. "You shouldn't have come, Ana. You should have stayed at the bunker." he told her through gritted teeth.

"Now, now, Dean," the black haired demon that had brought Ana there spoke up, moving over to where he was standing, "Ana's a big girl, she can make her own decisions."

Hidden underneath the drying blood on his face and the fat lip was the still smug look Dean was known for, "I'm going to gut you." he snarled.

She pulled a large knife out of the waist of her pants and aimed it at Dean, "Keep running that mouth Dean and we'll have twice the amount of blood that Barbas needs."

Ana raised the pistol in her hand, aiming it at the back of the demon's head, "You touch him and you're going to have a bullet in your head." she warned, finger on the trigger.

"Well, wasn't that fun to watch?" A familiar voice spoke from behind her, "Kate, back away from Dean. Ana, if you would be so kind as to lower your firearm."

Turning around slowly, Ana came face to face with the demon she had been in hiding from. "Barbas, I'd say it's nice to meet you, but we both know I would be lying." she slowly lowered her arm, knowing that it wouldn't do her much good in the situation, the only thing that could get them out of that particular mess would be her magic.

The man that stood before her was tall, probably about the same height as her father, with almost white blonde hair and eyes that didn't need to turn white for her to understand how powerful he was. Castiel had been right, he may not have the army to back him up like Lilith had, but he was definitely as powerful. "Ah, there's the Winchester mouth. None of you really know when to shut up, do you?" he questioned, walking over to her.

"Don't you lay a hand on her!" Dean threatened, which earned him what looked to be a very painful punch to the stomach by Kate.

Barbas ignored Dean, walking in a slow circle around the girl, touching her hair with a soft hand, "It's sad really that I have to drain you completely, I'd love to keep you around for a pet."

She pivoted on one foot and raised her pistol in one smooth motion, "Just be thankful that I came to you at all. Now let my family go and I won't put up a fight." she bargained. There hadn't been any talking in her vision, just the end product and she wasn't sure how long it was going to take for her power to be ready. If she didn't time it just right, she might only take out half of the demons in the room and then they would still be screwed.

Barbas smirked down at her, "That's not how this works, Anastasia. They're going to stand there and watch while you bleed out. Then once the ritual is over I'm going to kill them too."

There was a brief moment of fear clear in her eyes, but she pushed the emotion away, there simply wasn't any time to be afraid. With a sigh, she lowered the gun again, "I guess there's nothing else I can do, is there?" she feigned defeat, shoulders slumping and gaze falling to the ground, "Can you at least make it quick?"

"Such a brave girl." Barbas muttered, turning his back to her as he looked at the demons around the room, "I will do my best to make it as quick as possible." he lied terribly.

Ana looked up at Sam and Dean, sending a quick wink their way before her attention was back on Barbas, "Can I ask one question?" The tall demon simply nodded as he turned around to look at her, "The ritual calls for the descendant of a witch that escaped death and the child of the true vessel of the oldest archangel, right?"

A quick look of confusion crossed his face, "Correct." he answered, "What's your point?"

The girl laughed, turning to look at the closest demon minion near her, "Here, hold this. I won't be needing it." she held out the gun in her hand, he took it from her with a questioning glance toward his boss. Ana turned back to Barbas, "Can you even comprehend how much power would be residing in such an individual? Not that Dean being Michael's vessel does much for me, though I like to believe that myself being a Winchester and therefore being able to be a vessel for the angel myself has something to do with it. Just the fact that there is Good blood ruining through my veins should scare you enough."

Barbas frowned, "You're just a child, barely a witch. I have nothing to fear from you." he began to walk toward her, tired of whatever game she was playing.

"You are so wrong there buddy." Dean commented from across the room, giving his daughter what he could manage as a smile. She could do this, he had to believe that if for nothing else she could do this to keep herself alive.

There was a large thud that suddenly filled the room and distracted the group. The sound of quick footsteps echoed until Connor was standing in the entrance to the room, he looked at her, eyes wide with fear. The moment he had arrived he could feel her power building, the more she focused on it the quicker it happened and it was on the verge of not only taking out the demons, but killing her as well. "Ana, now!" he instructed her.

With one last smile at the demon who had planned on taking her life and the lives of her family, she tilted her head back and focused on the tingling feeling that had been building inside of her. She let it flow out of her, slamming down whatever wall was keeping it inside and pushing it all out. Without fail the bright white light from her vision filled the room, lingering for a few minutes before fading.

When she opened her eyes it was just as it had been in her vision. Demons were dead all over the floor, her family released from their captors, relief clear on their faces that the threat was gone. Ana lifted a leg to head toward her father, but she stumbled, her body much weaker than she had been expecting. Luckily Connor had already been moving toward her and caught her before she fell to the ground. "You need to rest," he instructed her, holding up most of her weight, "You used a lot of energy doing that."

Dean took her from Connor, wrapping her in a hug and holding her up at the same time, "Thank God you're okay." he told her softly.

"You shouldn't be worried about me. You're the one who looks like you got the crap beat out of you." Ana told him weakly, wrapping her arms around him.

"We kind of did." Sam told her, "We weren't prepared for the attack at all. Which was stupid on our part."

Dean looked at Cas, "Can you take us back to the bunker?" he asked, knowing that he and Sam needed to check their wounds, plus it was clear that Ana was reading to pass out in his arms. Without a word the angel transported them all back to the bunker's library. "Come on, Ana, let's get you to bed."

She pushed herself up and away from him, "I can make it to my room, Dean. You guys get yourselves patched up and I'll see you in a week."

"A week?" Sam questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Between the crappy sleep I've been getting and how much magic I just unleashed, I think I deserve a week of sleep." Ana explained, turning to walk to her room.

Connor cleared his throat, stopping her, "We really need to start working on your lessons. The longer we wait the more dangerous it gets."

She groaned, "Fine! I guess I'll see you guys in the morning." she whined as she left the room, wanting to get as much sleep as she could before one of them woke her up the next day.

Once she was gone, Connor turned to look at the Winchester brothers, "You two want me to work a little magic? I can heal most of your wounds and give the worst of them a jump start." he offered.

They shared a look before looking at Castiel, who only shook his head, "I simply do not have the strength to heal you both in my current state. I took down more demons outside of that house than I thought I was going to have to. Hence the reason why I couldn't take us all out of there while there was still a threat."

"I was wondering about that." Sam commented before looking at Connor, "What kind of magic?" he wanted to know.

The witch sighed, knowing that neither of them trusted him quite yet, "It's a pretty simple spell. Takes away the bruising and the more minor wounds, the larger ones like the cut across Dean's chest and the stab wound on your leg will heal faster. You'll be good as new in a couple of days at the most."

Dean shrugged, "Might as well, go for it, Gandalf." Sam paused, but then nodded in agreement.

"I'm a witch. Not a wizard." Connor reminded Dean, "If you're going to make nerd movie references at least get that right." He walked over to both men, placing the palm of his hand on each of their foreheads. There was a quick spell in what Sam thought was Gaelic and then he stepped back. "Done. Now it's mostly just a bunch of dried blood."

Sam tested out his weight on his injured leg, noticing that it didn't hurt nearly as much. He looked at the cut on Dean's chest and noticed it was nearly healed. "Thanks." he told Connor.

"So you mentioned Ana's lessons…" Dean changed the subject, giving the witch a strange look, "How long does something like that take?"

Connor sighed and took off his jacket, throwing it over the back of a chair, "It's going to take a while. The process is different with every witch, but because she's so powerful it may take a bit longer for her to get full control of it and I won't leave until she does."

"How long?" He asked again.

Connor rolled his blue eyes, "Over a year."

Dean scowled and look at Sam, who only shrugged in response. "God dammit." he swore, turning away from both of them. "We'll talk about this tomorrow!" he told them before leaving the room.

"Sure thing, boss!" Connor called after him, before turning to look at Sam, "So, where will I be staying?" he questioned with a small grin. This was going to be interesting and a damn good story if he lived through it all.