A/N: Hello readers and welcome to my next installment! I want to clear up something DracoPotter80 brought up in a review so that everyone is on the same page! This story takes place before season 10. I'm pretty set on not bringing the Mark of Cain into this because I'm still trying to catch up and become more familiar with anything past the beginning of season 9. Honestly, I went on a Doctor Who binge and though I kept up with SPN most of the newer stuff is very vague in my memory. I'm going back and rewatching everything, so not having the Mark of Cain may change. Sadly Kevin is dead in this storyline, but Charlie is still alive so there is the possibility of her making an appearance!
DracoPotter80: I was hesitant on Ana calling Dean dad so early on, but seeing as how she's been watching their lives for months through her visions and that for her whole life she had neither of her parents I think it makes sense for her to become attached to him so quickly. Writing Charlie in is a definite possibility, she's one of my favorite characters :). Thanks so much for the review!
Ana woke up early the next morning, something about being home made her not want to waste any of her time. There was no telling how often she would make it back since she was moving in with her family at the bunker. Looking over at the other bed in the shabby hotel room, she noticed that Dean was still sleeping and decided that she would let him while she started out her day. After quickly changing out of her jeans and shirt from the day before into a clean pair of black jeans with a forest green long sleeve thermal she wrote a note to leave in the room.
Dad,
Went to pack my stuff, not sure when I'll be back. Call me if you need me.
-Ana
She jotted her number down at the bottom of the hotel stationary when she realized that he probably didn't have it in his phone. Making sure that she had her keys and her phone, she stopped by the door that joined their room and the room that Sam and Connor were in. When she didn't hear anything she assumed that they were both still asleep and decided to not bother opening the door because she wanted to let them all rest.
The combination of the chilling autumn air and being back in her hometown made her smile, it was going to be difficult to get used to a different place after living in the same city her whole life. Sitting down on the driver seat in her car, she frowned when she realized that she had to readjust everything Connor had changed while he was driving the night before. Grumbling to herself about men with too long of legs, she fixed everything and started the engine. Though the sun was in the sky, the grey coverage of clouds that covered the morning sky made it feel like it was earlier than it was. Driving toward the other side of the city, she planned on making a quick stop for drink at her favorite coffee shop and then moving on to her house to pack up more of her things.
With coffee in hand, she parked her car in the driveway of the house she had left almost two weeks ago and got Heather was already at work and she wouldn't have to explain why she had shown up with no warning, she still wasn't sure that she wanted her aunt to know that she was basically moving out. Once inside she kicked off her boots by the door and walked down the hall to her bedroom, ready to get what she needed packed and then head back to the hotel. Sighing, she dug around in her closet until she found the large suitcase she used on long trips and rolled it over to her bed.
After packing her favorite clothes, a couple of books she knew without a doubt she would reread over time, some extra shoes, and a few things out of the bathroom, Ana was sure that she had everything she needed ready to go. Just as she finished zipping up her suitcase, her phone began to ring. The screen told her it was her dad.
"Good morning." She answered, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder as she pulled the suitcase off of the bed, setting it up right on the floor.
"Look, I know we're in your hometown, but just because you know a place doesn't mean I'm okay with you leaving in the morning with just a note to tell me you've left." Dean's gruff voice informed her.
Ana rolled her eyes, "I wanted to get my stuff packed while Heather was at work and I didn't want to wake any of you up." she explained, "Plus, I'm already done and I managed to not be eaten alive by my closet or my suitcase."
She heard him take a deep breath, "I'm not awake enough to deal with your sarcasm, Ana. Just hurry back to the hotel, Connor's freaking out that he's not with you." he didn't sound too happy about that either.
"Why is he freaking out?"
"Because as you put it yesterday, he's worried about you exploding or whatever." Dean answered, "He said something about how it's been long enough since the demon killing light thing that you are probably getting to a dangerous point."
Crap. I hadn't even thought about that. She chided herself mentally. Being back home had just made her so happy that the thought slipped her mind. "Alright, I'll be back soon." she assured him and hung up, shoving her phone in her pocket and then proceeding to roll her suitcase down the hall on it's wheels. Making one last mental check that she had everything she needed, she slipped into her boots and hurried out the door, double checking that it was locked behind her.
As she was putting the suitcase in the back seat she heard the sound of a car drive past the house, but she thought nothing of it. The house she grew up in was on a main residential street and there were cars on it at all times of day. The sound of a car door slamming caught her attention and she turned to face the street as she closed the door to her own car.
When her eyes landed on Luke she swore under her breath, she didn't want to deal with him after the argument they had the last time they spoke. He walked over to her car and stopped a couple feet away from her, "Welcome home." his tone was flat, obviously still mad at her.
"I won't be staying long. I only came to get some more of my things." Ana told him as she turned to get into her car, "So if you'll excuse me." she added, wanting to get away from him.
One of his hands caught the door, applying pressure to it to keep it closed, "So we're not even going to talk about what happened?"
Her anger flared, how dare he think that he could force her to talk to him, "There's nothing to talk about, Luke. You did what you always do, poke your nose where it doesn't belong and then become an overbearing, pompous, controlling ass. I have nothing to say to you." she shoved him back and opened the door.
"So what? You're going to leave and stay with some guy who you barely know? I always knew you had daddy issues, but I never imagined that they were this bad." He snapped at her and it was in that moment that she remembered one of the reasons she had left him.
The comment about her 'daddy issues' sent her over the edge, "How dare you! Talk to me about my issues?! Stop pointing fingers, Lucas, and deal with your own damn problems." she practically yelled at him. It had been a long time since she had been that angry and she could feel it coursing through her veins like fire, but then she realized it wasn't fire. It was magic. The strange tingle was back and she realized that she let herself get too worked up.
Luke watched as the angry red head in front of him went from being red with rage to being as pale as a sheet and worry overtook him, "Ana, what's wrong?"
Not wasting any energy answering him, she focused on trying to calm herself down as she fumbled in her coat pocket for her phone. Maybe she could get herself calmed down long enough for Connor to get to her and defuse the bomb she could feel her magic turning into. Her body began to tremble and the phone dropped out of her hand. When she bent down to pick it up her body began to sway.
"Ana?" Luke grabbed her around the waste, "What's wrong? Talk to me!" he could feel her body shake as he lowered her to the ground.
"Call… Dean." She told him, turning all of her focus inward. Breath, just breath and control it. You can do this. You won't lash out.
He picked her phone off of the ground and quickly found the name in her contact list. Dialing the number he held the phone to his ear and sat down behind her, leaning her body against his own. The ringing cut short as the other end of the line was picked up, "Ana? What's up?" The voice who must have been Dean asked.
"I don't know what's wrong with her. One minute we're talking, the next she's pale and shaking. She told me to call you." Luke spoke quickly into the phone, his worry growing as he watched Ana continue to shake.
"Shit! Connor!" Dean yelled, phone to his ear, "We need to get to Ana now!" he yelled loud enough for the two in the other room to hear him as he stood up from his bed. "Where are you?" he spoke into the phone.
"Just outside of Heather's house. Should I call an ambulance, what's wrong with her?" Luke wondered who Dean and Connor were.
Connor hurried through the door and into Dean's room, "How bad is she?" he asked as he began to look around the room.
"She's shaking." Dean answered Connor, watching him search frantically for something, "Do not call an ambulance and if you're next to her you need to get as far away as you can." he warned the voice on the phone.
Connor found her hairbrush and gave a sound of relief as he pulled a strand of red hair from it. Pressing it between the palms of his hands he began to chant as he stood between Sam and Dean, focusing on Ana.
"I'm not leaving her! She's sick." Luke told Dean as he placed a hand to her forehead, she was burning up.
Dean gave Connor a curious glance, "Look, kid, just-" but his words were cut off as whatever spell Connor was doing went into effect and they were suddenly standing next to Ana's car. Dropping his phone, Dean hurried over to where his daughter was basically laying on the kid he must have been talking to.
"No!" Connor yelled, "Everyone else back off, let me have her." he hurried around Dean and went to grab Ana from the boy she was laying against.
"Who the hell are you?!" Luke snapped, wrapping his arms around the girl he had known for years, protecting her.
Connor glared down at Luke, "If you do not move, she will hurt you and then she will most likely die. Now, move!" he raised his hand, ready to throw him away from Ana.
Sam moved to Luke's side, "Come on, he's going to help her, you have to let him." he told the boy as he wrapped his hands around one of his arms, forcing him to let Ana go.
Connor quickly grabbed her and sat down on the ground, he laid her head in his lap and began to chant. He placed his hands on her temples and focused on removing some of her power. "Ana, you have to relax otherwise it's going to hurt you." He told her, leaning down he placed his forehead to her's and placed his hands on the ground, "Let me help you channel it."
Giving the slightest of nods, she tried to focus on letting it out slowly. Him channeling it in a non harmful way was their best option and she knew it.
"Who the hell are you people? What is he doing to her?" Luke snapped, glancing up at Sam who was still holding him back.
Dean had been watching Ana and Connor closely, hoping that whatever Connor would work. When his focus was pulled away from his daughter he scowled, "I'm her father! Who the hell are you?" He demanded, taking a few steps until he was standing just in front of the boy, looking down at him.
"I'm her boyfriend." Luke answered, glaring up at Dean.
Ana scoffed, "Exboyfriend." She corrected him.
"Ana, you need to focus." Connor chided her, though part of him was glad that she wasn't with the douche bag.
Dean returned the boys glare, "Luke, right?" He received a nod as answer, "So when this happened you were just talking?"
"Yeah, we were-"
"Arguing." Ana interrupted.
Connor swore, "FOCUS!" He snapped at her, "I can only do so much, if you don't focus this will kill us both."
Now filled with fear, Ana turned all of her attention to Connor, "What do I do?" She asked him, voice small.
"Let your power flow through you and into me, I'll do the rest." He explained, softening his own voice, he could sense her fear.
Dean turned his attention back to what the witches were doing. A white light, similar to the one that they saw when she took out the group of demons, began to glow in her chest. Slowly it began to move up her body, trailing through her neck, through her head and then the watched as it transferred into Connor's forehead. It then moved down his body until it settled in his chest. From there it seemed to split down both of his arms, it trailed down toward his hands which were palm down on the ground.
As the light transferred into the ground the grass around them began to grow quickly, wildflowers blooming from it at an extremely unnatural rate. "What the hell?" Luke watched wide eyed, glancing quickly between the two large men at either side of him.
Once all of the light was gone Connor sat up and looked down at Ana, whose head had rolled to the side since his was no longer keeping it in place. "She's safe for now." he commented, looking over a Dean, "It was really close though so she's probably going to be weak for a while, maybe even a little sick."
Dean quickly walked over to where his daughter lay and knelt down beside her, "But she's okay?" looking down at her, she still looked pale and looked uncomfortable even though it was clear she was unconscious.
Connor nodded, "She'll be fine. It may take a two or three days before she's back to normal. We should get her back to the motel room so she can rest."
"Can you magic us back?" Dean asked, "We can come back for her car later." he spoke to Sam, turning to look at his brother.
"Woah!" Luke took a couple of steps forward, "I don't know any of you! You're not taking her anywhere."
Connor glared at the kid before glancing back to Dean, "If he keeps talking, I'm going to revert to a kind of magic I like to stay away from."
Giving the witch a look that said he understood, Dean stood up and walked over to Luke. "The way I see it, you have two options here. You can either shut the hell up and leave or… No, wait…" he gave his brother a thoughtful glance, "Yeah, that's the only option." Looking down at the boy, his jaw set and his glare promising death, Dean gave him a smile that could put fear in the nastiest of monsters, "And if you ever contact my daughter again, I will find where you live and let Connor over there do all kinds of creative things to you."
At the mention of his name, Connor looked up from Ana's face, where his eyes had been focused, "You know, it's been a while, but I faintly remember a hex that makes the victim's skin melt off… slowly."
Luke looked between the two threatening men in front of him, gave a quick glance to the taller, silent man behind him, and then his eyes rested on Ana for a moment before he began to walk toward his car.
Waiting until the car was a ways down the road, Dean looked to Connor, "So, can you get us back to the motel? I don't think we'll all fit in her tiny car."
"I have a little more power than normal after the transfer thing, part of it lingers, so getting us back won't be a problem." He assured the brothers, "Just need you two about as close to me as you were when we left." Connor added.
Sam walked over to stand next to them, looking down at Ana with worry etched on his face. He listened as Connor repeated the same chant he had used in the hotel room. Within the time it took him to blink they were back in the room. He stood aside as Dean picked Ana up from the floor and laid her down on her bed. "So, the flowers blooming…" Sam wondered out loud, turning his attention to Connor.
"Uh... " Connor thought, trying to think of a way to explain it, "It's like the law of conservation of energy. Just like with any other kind of energy, the kind used within magic is neither created nor destroyed." he moved to sit down at a chair at the small table, "When I took it out of her and pushed it into the ground, it instantly went to work." he shrugged.
Nodding, Sam understood, happy to have his answer but ready to move past it. "What do we want to do about the vampire case?" he asked Dean, not sure if his brother would want to leave Ana while she was in the state she was.
"Well, we can't just ignore it." Dean answered, watching Ana sleep, "We'll work the case, but not until after she wakes up. Connor's going to have to stay with her either way, might as well decapitate some vamps while she heals up." his eyes flicked to the other witch, "I'm not going to regret letting you watch after her, am I?"
With a shake of his head, Connor met Dean's gaze, "I told you, it's part of my job to make sure she stays alive. I'm not going to let anything happen to her while you guys are gone." he stood up and walked over to the bed, standing on the opposite side as Dean, his eyes landed on her sleeping form, "I'm going to be around for a while, I plan on gaining your trust, you just need to give me the opportunity."
Dean looked over at his brother and they shared a look that conveyed their thoughts, "Consider this your first one." Sam offered.
"If you screw this up, there won't be another." Dean added, giving the kid a stern look.
"Dad, Sam, cut him some slack. The guy just saved my life." Ana grumbled as she rolled from her back to her side. "For the second time." she added.
Dean sat down on the side of the bed, "You need to stop arguing and get some rest. You don't look like you're doing so hot, kid."
Ana shrugged and snuggled deeper into the pillow, "I think I'll make it. Are you guys going to go check on the case in Huntly?"
"Yeah, you gonna be okay here for a while with Connor?" Dean asked, watching her carefully, she was still too pale for his liking.
She nodded, "I'm probably not going to move from the bed. You and Sam take care of the vampires, I'll be fine."
Dean nodded and stood up, moving across the room to grab his suit. Sam crossed over to the bed and knelt down by Ana's head so they were eye level, "We shouldn't be gone long. The first part is just getting all of our information straight. If you need anything," he glanced up at Connor, "if he gives you any trouble," he added, looking back at Ana, "kick his ass and give us a call, we'll be back as fast as we can."
Ana laughed weakly, "I'll be fine, Sam." she assured him.
Smiling at her, Sam stood up and left the room to get his own suit on. When both men were sporting their finest, fake fed wear, they met back in Dean and Ana's room. Dean sat back down next to Ana on the bed, rousing her from the light sleep she had fallen into while he was changing, "We shouldn't be gone long." he told her softly, brushing her hair out of her face, "You rest up and we'll bring you something to eat on our way back, okay?"
"Just be careful." She told him with a soft smile.
"Will do, kid." He stood up and walked over to Connor who was sitting at the small table again. "If she starts to get worse, you call, alright? Keep her safe."
Connor nodded, "Nothing is going to happen to her. Now stop being a helicopter parent and go hunt down some vampires."
Dean glared at him a moment before he turned to follow Sam out of the door. As they were walking toward the Impala, he glanced at his brother, "Helicopter parent?"
Sam laughed, "Yeah, you were hovering." he clarified with a grin.
-A-
Ana had almost instantly fallen back to sleep once Dean and Sam were out the door. She had never felt so weak in her life and it wasn't something she was fond of. After watching her for a moment, Connor stood up and walked over to the bed, grabbing the blanket to cover her with. He wouldn't admit it to her family, but there was a moment during the power transfer where he almost lost her. The process was moving too slowly and the energy almost took over her body, which would have killed her.
With a heavy sigh, he grabbed the remote for the TV and, being careful not to move the bed too much, made himself comfortable next to her. Leaving it on some sitcom, he barely paid any attention to what was going on in the show, his focus was continually pulled away by the sleeping girl next to him. He reassured himself that she would be fine and let himself zone out on the cheesy show.
-A-
An hour and two episodes of crappy daytime TV later, Ana began to stir next to Connor. Since she had fallen asleep she had been relatively still, but now she was tossing around and whimpering slightly. "Ana?" he placed a hand on her arm, wondering if she was having a bad dream.
She rolled over and winced, barely opening her eyes to look into his blue ones, "I don't feel good." she told him, but couldn't explain further as she bolted up from the bed and ran into the bathroom. Thankful that her hair was already pulled back, she barely made it to the toilet before she got sick. Her eyes began to tear as she heaved up coffee and stomach acid, which was a terrible combination.
Connor moved off of the bed and toward the bathroom. Frowning, he knelt down behind her and placed his hands on her back as he began to chant softly.
The vomiting slowly turned to dry heaving and she whined as she reached up to flush the toilet, "You really didn't have to come in here." her voice was hoarse.
He stood up and grabbed one of the individually wrapped, flimsy plastic cups off of the bathroom counter, took the cover off, and filled it with water, "A little vomit isn't going to scare me away." he offered her the cup, "Plus, I told your dad I would take care of you and that's exactly what I'm going to do."
With a grunt she took the cup out of his hand and down the water in a gulp, "Well, let's just hope that doesn't happen again. I don't think I can handle a round two." she shoved the cup out towards him which he refilled and gave back to her. Once the cup was empty again she reached her hand out toward him, "Help a girl up?"
"My pleasure." Connor gave her a grin as he helped pull her to her feet, "Let's get you back in bed." he led her out of the bathroom, staying by her side the whole way. After helping her lay down, he covered her up again, "Think you'll be able to go back to sleep?"
She shrugged, "I'm not sure, I think I'm going to try and stay awake for a while. Don't want to complete screw up my sleeping schedule."
"Sleeping schedule?" he raised an eyebrow as he moved around to the other side of the bed, "You're pretty weak, I think your sleeping schedule can be messed up for a while." he told her as he sat down, back against the headboard.
"Either way, I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep." Ana rolled onto her back and scooted around until she was propped up on her pillow. She raised an eyebrow at the sitcom playing on the TV, "We are not watching this crap. Give me the remote."
Connor gave a short laugh, keeping the remote out of her reach, "Don't turn on any girly crap." he warned her before handing it over.
Pouting at him, she quickly grabbed it out of his hand, "I'm sick, we're going to watch whatever I want and you're just going to have to deal with it." she began to flick through channels, not stopping too long on channels she knew she didn't like. There wasn't a lot to choose from, but when she came across the opening sequence of a familiar show she grinned and put the remote down.
Watching the TV, he titled his head to the side and then looked at the girl laying next to him, "Don't you think it's a little… I don't know… ironic that you want to watch a show about witches?" he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Charmed is about more than just witches and it's really good, so you can hush." She stated as she fidgeted around, trying to get comfortable. Giving a quick glance over at Dean's bed, she stood up, grabbed one of the pillows off of it, and added it on top of her own. She laid back down with a grin and snuggled into the blankets.
Connor watched her and couldn't help but to smile at the content look the crossed her face, "Comfortable?"
"Very. No hush, it's starting." she chided him as the story line for the episode began.
-A-
The channel was running some sort of marathon and they were three episodes in when Ana's phone rang from across the room where it hid in her jacket pocket. Connor hurried to get it, digging it out of the pocket and then turning to toss it to her. Grinning as she caught it mid-air, she glanced at the screen. "Hey, Sam." she answered, still sounding pretty weak.
"Hey, Ana, how are you feeling?" He asked, sounding relieved. The entire time they had been questioning people in the small town and checking the bodies at the morgue they had both been worried about her.
She took a moment to reasses how she felt. Since she'd gotten sick shortly after they left she'd been feeling a little better. "I'm doing okay. You know how they say laughter is a cure? Well we found a skimpy little nurse's outfit and Connor looks very dashing in it."
"Anastasia…" Dean's voice warned, "that is not a visual I needed."
Sam chuckled, "At least your sarcasm wasn't hindered."
It was then she realized that they must have had her on speaker phone. She laughed weakly, "Seriously, I'm fine. Just hanging out in bed watching some TV. How's the case panning out so far?"
"It's vampires. If the number of bite marks are anything to go by, we're looking for a group of eight to ten." Dean answered, "We're going to wait until night fall and then come back, see if we can find the nest."
Connor sat back down while she was talking and reached for the remote, hoping that the phone call would distract her. She caught the movement of his hand and slapped at it with her own, "Ow!" he pulled his hand back quickly.
"What was that?" Sam asked, having heard Connor's some what girlish whine.
Ana glared at him, "Just teaching Connor a lesson about not touching my remote."
The brothers exchanged a look before looking back to the phone, "Anyway," Dean spoke up, "We're heading back to the motel, do you guys want us to bring you back anything?"
"You hungry?" She asked Connor, moving the phone slightly so it wasn't directly picking up her words. Connor simply nodded. "Yeah, Connor's hungry, I think I just want some juice or something."
"You need to eat." Connor pointed out, his attention split between the one side of the conversation he could hear and the TV.
"He's right, Ana, you should eat something." Sam agreed as Dean began to drive them down the highway.
She could hear the rumble of the Impala's engine over the phone, "Fine, but just something small."
"Can do, kid. We'll see you guys soon." Dean assured her and the phone call ended.
Ana placed the phone on the nightstand between the beds then turned her attention back to the TV, "I can't believe you've never watched this before."
Connor shrugged, "You can't really blame me, I mean it's pretty far off from the world we actually live in." he pointed out, watching as one of the main male characters disappeared from a room in a wave of blue light. "So, what, he's supposed to be a weird angel or something?"
"Leo's a whitelighter. He died, but because he was such a good person while he was alive they kind of brought him back for the dead. He protects the Charmed Ones and heals other people too." she tried to explain.
He shook his head, "You know, we should see if Castiel can start making that weird chiming sound when he appears."
Whipping her head around to look at him Ana began to laugh, the kind that started in your toes and bubbled all the way through your body. "I don't think I could ever keep a straight face around him if he made that sound every time he came or left a room." she said as her laughter died down.
"Well, it would be better than being surprised every time he showed up." he pointed out a smile playing across his lips.
"Sometimes he makes a kind of fluttering sound." She told him, cocking her head to the side as she thought about it, "I think it's a conscious decision though, so he doesn't make it when he's not thinking about it." she shrugged, "I'm slowly getting used to him popping up out of no where without warning. It still scares the crap out of me, but I'm more prepared for it." she added with a yawn.
Grabbing the remote from the bed, Connor turned off the TV and gave her a pointed look, "Go to sleep, Ana. You're not going to get any better if you don't let your body heal."
She nodded, grabbing the second pillow under her head and throwing it back on her dad's bed. Pulling the blankets up to her chin she rolled on to her side so that she was facing him, "Tell me a story."
"You want a bedtime story?" He questioned, an amused look in his eyes.
"Yes, now don't be a jerk and tell me a story."
He smiled, "You're a bossy little thing, you know that?" he shook his head and got more comfortable, thinking of a story to tell her. "Once upon a time in a land far, far away-"
"-Did you just combine a fairy tale beginning with Star Wars?"
Connor gave her a teasing glare, "If you interrupt me you aren't going to get a story." he watched as she closed her lips tight in a thin line, "Good, now where was I… Right! Once upon a time in a land far, far away there lived a young witch. The witch was more powerful than anyone thought possible and that power scared them."
Ana had closed her eyes and was already slowly falling asleep to the sound of his voice, "Is this story supposed to be about me?" she questioned softly.
"What? No. This story is about me." he corrected her, lowering his voice, he continued the story, "The young witch's family was ecstatic to learn of his power that at first he thought they were just happy for him. It was an honor to be a natural witch with so much power. His parents and older sister were only excited for their own selfish reasons. See, they wanted to use the boy's power for their own, dark purposes. As the boy grew older he understood what their plan was and he wanted nothing to do with it, so he left. He moved to a different state, did magic on a much smaller scale, and waited for the day that the world would show him what he was supposed to do." he stopped as her breathing slowed, sure that she was asleep.
Her eyes flicked open and she looked up at him, "And did the world ever show the witch what he was supposed to do?" she asked.
Connor sunk down, laying his head on the pillow and looking into her eyes, "It took some time, but his path became clear. One night as he was leaving the bar he worked at he was approached by a strange man in a trench coat. As the man spoke to him he finally understood what it was his life was meant for."
"I think you got a crappy deal." she told him with a weak smile, eyes growing heavy.
He shrugged, "It's not so crappy and it's nice to be around someone who I can trust isn't planning on taking my power as their own."
Reaching a hand out of her blankets, she grabbed one of his, "I'm sorry about your family, Connor."
"Go to sleep." He told her again, giving her a small smile. Waiting until her eyes were closed and she was clearly asleep, he slowly stood up out of bed and moved over to the table, knowing that neither of the Winchester brothers would be happy if they came back to find him in bed with her.
It wasn't long after she had fallen asleep that he heard the Impala pull up right outside of the room. Connor met them just outside the door, "She just went back to sleep." he told them as they got out of the car.
They each gave a quick nod, "Let's go into the other room." Sam offered, digging his key out of his pocket with his one free hand, he held a carrier full of coffee cups in the other. He opened the door and moved to set the drinks down on the table.
Dean followed behind Sam with bags of food in his hands, setting them down on the table and then quickly shrugged off the jacket of his suit. "How is she?" he directed the question at Connor as he began to sort food out of the bag, revealing the breakfast meals they had picked up from a diner on the way back into town.
"Other than the one time she threw up, she's been fine. Exhausted and weak, but I expected that." He answered as he sat down on his own bed. "Hopefully she'll sleep for a while."
Sam held out a to go box for Connor, "We were thinking of making quick work of this case and then heading back to the bunker, think you could do some sort of tracking spell for us to find the nest?"
Connor took the box with a silent thank you, thinking about his question, "Unless you have something that belonged to a vampire in the nest I won't be able to track them, but I could do a spell to find groups of nonhumans in the area. It'll give us anything from witches to werewolves to vampires, so it may point you in a bunch of wrong places."
"Sounds like a start to me, at least it will narrow it down some what." Dean commented before shoving a bite of pancake in his mouth.
"I don't think we should leave for a couple of days though, even if you finish this tonight. Being cooped up for twelve hours in a car won't be good for Ana." Connor voiced his opinion, taking smaller bites of his food as he watched Dean basically inhale his.
Sam grabbed a cup of coffee out of the tray he had been carrying, "Why don't we finish the case first and then figure out what to do from there?" he looked between the other men and when neither argued he sat down to eat his own breakfast.
A/N(2): So that felt like a weird place to end for me, but that's just how it ended up happening. Boom! More background on Connor's family, let me know what you think about that! Quick disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or anything pertaining to it's story line. GUYS! I set up a poll on my profile that will let you vote for what Canon character you want to see in coming chapters! So vote, vote, vote! If I didn't give the option for a character you want to see, let me know! If I can make it happen and it works well with the plot line, I will! As always, thanks for reading! ;)
