A/N: Hello my dears! Chapter 15 is here, can you believe it? I can't! As a sort of celebration for making it this far with this story I have brought back two of my favorite canon characters in this chapter! It's pretty amazing if I do say so myself. Quick hello and thank you to the new favorites and follows! As always DracoPotter80 thank you for the review! Enough of my yapping, please enjoy this new addition!
Ana slept soundly through the night and when morning rolled around, Dean was glad to see that she was still asleep when he woke up. He began to pack up all of his things, wanting to get to Charlie as fast as they could; the fact that she was in the middle of some weird demonic gathering alone made him uneasy. After putting his bag in the Impala, he stopped at the outside door of Sam and Connor's room, then knocked.
Sam opened the door, "Hey," he gave his brother a confused look, "Why didn't you just use the other door?"
"Ana's still asleep and I want to let her rest until just before we have to leave." He explained as he walked in the room, seeing that both of it's occupants were almost packed up. "Charlie's in Brecksville, it's about a day's drive. So we'll probably get a room for the night halfway there. If we haul ass we'll make it a little further before we stop."
Connor zipped up his bag and threw it over his shoulder, "Sounds like a good plan to me. On our way there I should make a stop in Elyria, it's not far from Brecksville. If we're going to be in a town filled with demons I should pick up some supplies."
"Supplies?" Dean raised an eyebrow, they had an arsenal in the trunk of the car.
The witch nodded, "Basic spell stuff. I'd rather be prepared and not have to realize I could have done something and not had the supplies for the spell."
Sam and Dean exchanged a look, then nodded, the kid had a point. "Alright, why don't you two load up and I'll go wake up Ana." Dean offered, using the door that connected the two rooms. Closing the door behind him, he froze when Ana wasn't in her bed.
The bathroom door opened, the girl moving quickly out of it with her hands full of bottles, "There you are." she gave her father a smile, "When I woke up and you weren't here I assumed we'd be leaving soon."
He watched her with careful eyes, she looked a lot better than she had last night, but he could tell she still wasn't back to being one hundred percent. "I wanted you to get a little more rest so I let you sleep, but we're all loaded up and ready when you are."
"I'll change quick, the rest of my stuff is already packed up." She grabbed the fresh clothes she'd laid out and walked back into the bathroom. Making quick business of changing into jeans, a plain black tee shirt, with her purple hoodie over it, she was out of the bathroom in record time. Shoving her dirty clothes in her bag, she zipped it and tossed it to Dean. "I'm ready." she gave him a grin, slipping into her boots and following him out the door. Remembering something, she grabbed Dean's elbow before he could get too far away from her, "Hey, can we make a couple of quick stops before we leave town?"
He turned to look at her, "Stops where?"
"There's just someone I need to see before we go." She answered, her tone soft as she thought about the person it would be hardest to leave behind.
"Sure, we can't stay long though." Dean answered as he handed her bag to Connor and took the other room key out of Sam's hand. "I'll go check us out then we can hit the road." he stated before walking toward the main office.
"How are you feeling?" Sam asked Ana as he walked over to her, pulling her into a quick hug. He had left Dean and Connor to do most of the fussing over her, but he was so glad that she seemed to be doing better.
Ana smiled, returning the hug, "I'm good, Sam." she assured him.
They separated as Dean walked back over, "Alright, we're good. You two ladies done hugging it out so we can get a move on?"
"Be nice, dad. You know, normal families hug, they show affection." Ana poked him in the chest as they passed each other to get in their respective cars.
Dean scoffed, "In case you missed the memo, we're a bit left field from normal." he paused, "Where's our first stop?"
"We're stopping somewhere?" Sam asked as he moved over to the other side of the Impala.
Ana nodded, "I just need to stop by the store, it'll be a quick in and out. Then we'll hit the last place after. I'll give Connor directions and you can follow us."
Dean nodded, "You have an hour to get this all done. Can you manage that?"
"It shouldn't take that long." she answered as she got into her car.
-A-
The stop at the small grocery store was quick, just like Ana said, and when she got back into the car with a small bouquet of flowers in her hand Connor didn't question it. He followed her directions carefully and when he pulled the car in to their destination he realized what she was doing. He carefully navigated down the small road that led through the cemetery, pulling over to the side when she asked him to.
Dean watched as Ana got out of her car, he had realized who she had to say goodbye to as they pulled in. "Don't you think you should go with her?" Sam asked, watching as Ana bent down to tell Connor something before closing the door.
"If she wanted me to go with her, she would have said so." Dean pointed out, eyes focused straight ahead.
The younger Winchester sighed, "Don't let this be like the time in the cemetery with mom. She's your daughter and she's going to her mother's grave. Go with her."
He only glanced at Sam before looking back to Ana, watching as she slowly walked toward the rows of headstones. The further she walked her shoulders seemed to slump, he knew this couldn't be easy for her. With a sigh he got out of the Impala and began to follow her.
Ana had walked the path to her mother's grave so many times that she didn't even really have to pay attention to where she was going any more. When she reached the row, she took a right and moved a couple of more feet before stopping. Stephanie Michelle Walker. February 22, 1979- August 13, 1997. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Friend. The words etched into the stone were already burned into Ana's memory, but she still read them each time she came. "Hey, mom. I know it's been a few weeks, but things have been kind of crazy." she began to speak, sitting down cross-legged at the foot of the grave.
Dean stopped a few feet back when she sat down, not wanting to intrude on her one sided conversation. "I found my dad, Dean, and I'm going to be spending a lot of time with him. That's why I'm not going to be by to see you for a while. I know you'd understand, dad says you were the most understanding person he ever knew." she paused, wiping a tear off of her cheek, "The world that he lives in, the one that I've been pulled in to, is kind of scary. I have a bad feeling about what we're up against, but I know that dad and his brother, Sam, will keep me safe." she stood up and placed the flowers on the headstone. "We've got to get going, but I wanted to make sure I said bye before we left. I love you, mom." she turned away from the grave and paused when she saw Dean, "Dad?"
"You okay?" he asked, closing the distance between them and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, hugging her to his side.
Ana nodded, "I'm good. You ready to go?" she rested her head against his arm.
"Yeah, yeah." His eyes focused on the headstone, he pulled her tight against his side.
"I know you're not good with this kind of stuff, but you can talk to her if you want." She offered, voice soft. One of the visions she had before she met the brothers was of their fight in the cemetery their mother was buried in.
Dean shook his head, "I don't think so, kid." he turned them around, forcing himself to look away from the headstone, "Come on, we should hit the highway." Their walk back to the cars was silent, but neither moved from their half embrace. They separated to get into their cars and neither of the men that had stayed behind asked anything about what was said while the father and daughter were gone.
-A-
The drive was longer than any Ana had ever been on before. Between her sleeping and working with Connor on memorization of herbs while she was awake, the first day went by pretty fast. It was well past night fall when they found a small town with a hotel right off the highway to stop at. Ana had offered countless times to take a turn driving, but Connor refused and she could tell he was wearing down.
They parked her Saab next to the Impala and watched as Dean walked into the office to get them situated for the night. Ana yawned as Sam stood out of the Impala and walked over to her side of the car, he opened the door and looked down at them, "You guys both look like you're ready to crash for the night."
"Connor is more than ready for some sleep, I've had three naps though so I'm feeling alright." Ana assured her uncle, looking over at Connor who seemed to be nodding off already.
Sam laughed softly, "I forget that most people aren't used to long car trips like Dean and I are." he watched as the witch's head lolled to the side. "I'm glad we stopped when we did."
"No kidding." Ana commented, looking up as Dean walked over to her car.
"Looks like we're all sharing a room tonight." He grumbled, passing Sam the key, "At least we kind of lucked out though, two beds, a pull out couch and they had a cot."
Ana shrugged, "I'll take the couch, I'm pretty sure Connor won't care where he sleeps. Now, the only problem is going to be getting him into the room." she pointed out.
Dean looked at Connor a moment before moving around to the other side of the car. In one smooth movement he jerked the door opened and screamed really loud at the same time, causing Connor to jump and look around fear. The look on his face caused all three Winchesters to break into laughter. Scowling, Connor glared at Dean who was still standing by his door, "Was that necessary?"
"I haven't had a good laugh in a while which made it totally necessary." Dean answered, still laughing, "Now, get up before you fall asleep again."
The witch grumbled and got out of the car, stretching out his stiff body, "Ana, your car is way too small." he commented, moving around to the trunk to grab their bags.
Ana rolled her eyes, getting out of the car as well, "It wouldn't be too small if you weren't so freaking tall." she retorted, grabbing her bag before he could, "I told you that you should have let me take a turn driving."
"You needed another day to rest, I'll let you do some of the driving tomorrow." Connor closed the trunk and walked over to where Sam and Dean were grabbing their stuff out of the Impala. "Are we planning on leaving early?" he glanced at his watch, it was almost midnight.
Sam nodded, leading the group to their room, "We're about ten hours from Brecksville and if we leave about seven we can get there before night fall." he unlocked the door, pushing it open so everyone could come in behind him. It wasn't the worst room he and Dean had ever stayed in, but it was still pretty bad.
It didn't take the group long to settle down for the night. Connor was happy to sleep anywhere so he took the cot without a fight and Ana didn't even bother pulling out the hide-away bed deciding that the couch itself would be comfortable enough. It took a little while longer for her to fall asleep than normal, the three separate naps she took in the car probably having something to do with it. She listened as the steady breathing of the three men filled the room, letting the calming rhythm of it slowly lull her to sleep.
-A-
The next day they made it to Brecksville just before six that night, even with Connor's quick stop in Elyria they made incredibly good time. Ana followed the Impala into town and to the motel that Charlie had given them the name of. After their encounter with the fairy in Michigan it hadn't taken the tech savvy woman long to jump head on into the hunting world, though she had been sticking to smaller game, she had made it clear that this demon case was the biggest she had come across.
By the time they parked the cars and Dean went to figure out their room situation, Ana was bouncing in her seat. Out of all of the people she had seen interact with the Winchesters, Charlie was at the top of her favorites list and now she got to not only meet her, but work alongside her. Though how much work her father and uncle would let her do on this job was probably minimal.
"Would you calm down?" Connor flicked his gaze over at her, before turning it back out of the window. He had been on high alert since they entered the city and her excited energy was rolling off of her in waves, it was distracting.
The girl scoffed, "Yeah, I'll work on that." she told him while opening her door, she couldn't sit any longer. Moving quickly over to the Impala, she tapped on the passenger side window to get Sam's attention.
"Looks like you're feeling better." He commented with an amused smirk as he opened up his door.
"Actually I am, but this is all just excitement." Ana explained, looking around the parking lot. She glanced behind her to see her father walking over to her and Sam.
Dean sighed, "Alright, I got our room situation figured out. Let's get unpacked and head to Charlie's room."
Sam stood out of the car, his attention just to Dean and Ana's right, "Looks like she found us first." he commented with a smile, "Hey Charlie!" he waved at the red head walking their way.
"Sup, bitches?" Charlie greeted with a grin, moving to give Sam a hug and then forcing Dean to partake in one as well. "Who's the jailbait?" she questioned, giving them each a look before her eyes stopped on Ana.
Connor had walked up to the group while they were greeting each other and couldn't help but to laugh at name Charlie had just called Ana. "I'm going to have to remember that one." he muttered to no one, but Ana glanced over her shoulder to glare at him.
Turning her attention away from Connor and to the woman in front of her, she smiled, "My name is Ana Winchester." she offered her hand.
"Winchester?" You could see the wheels turning in Charlie's head as she tried to come up with an explanation, she shook the girl's hand before looking back to the brothers, "Which one of you mail ordered a bride? She's hot, but that's super creepy."
Connor snickered at her comment but quickly stopped at the glare he received from Dean. With a huff, the man took a step to stand to the side of the women. Part of his brain wondering if he needed to protect his daughter from the possibility of his pseudo little sister's affection, "Charlie, this is my daughter, Ana." he explained.
"Daughter?" Charlie's eyes went wide as she looked back and forth between Ana and Dean. "Dude, you procreated?! When did this happen? Unless there's some weird time loop thing going on this is something you could have mentioned before."
"At least I'm not the only one who feels that way." Sam muttered.
Charlie turned her head to look at Sam and then turned back to Dean, slapping him in the chest, "You didn't even tell your brother? What the hell, Winchester?"
"Can we have this conversation inside?" Dean grumbled, beginning to realize that he was going to have to explain the whole story to any of their friends that he and Sam came across if they had Ana in tow.
"Demons." Ana spoke without a conscious thought, interrupting the banter. Once the word was out of her mouth she looked around the parking lot, but she couldn't see anyone other than the group she was standing amongst.
Connor's eyes began to roam over their surroundings as he moved closer to her, "I don't see anything, Ana." he pointed out once he was by her side.
She shook her head, "I can feel it, we should get inside. Now." moving quickly to the trunk, she grabbed her bag, which held her new pistol. The first one Dean had given her had been left behind after the showdown with Barbas.
Connor moved with her, pulling his bag out of the trunk as well. Once Sam and Dean had their bags they walked quickly toward their room. "Ana, are you sure?" Dean glanced over his shoulder at her. When she nodded he picked up his pace, hurrying everyone into their room, and then tossing both duffle bags he held on to the bed. Opening one, he pulled out two large containers of salt and tossed one to Sam.
After both brothers were certain that all of the room's entrances were covered, they turned to look at Ana who was sitting at the table in front of Connor. They seemed to be in the middle of something witchy, Ana's hands were on his temples and it seemed that they were both focusing on something.
"What are they doing?" Charlie asked, walking over to stand next to Dean. The man only shrugged in return. "So, did you not know you fathered a child or…?"
"I left." He said it in a way that made it clear that now wasn't the time to bring that conversation up.
When Ana finally pulled her hands back and they opened their eyes, Connor's brow furrowed, "This is so strange. I've never heard of a witch that can sense demons before."
"Woah, a witch?!" Charlie spun on Dean, "You're long lost daughter is a witch?" her brain processing that if Ana had been the monster-y kind of witch that Dean would have handled it with the girl being his daughter, would he have?
Ana stood up and walked over to Charlie, "That's kind of how I reacted when I found out." she commented, "Apparently I'm a natural witch... I'm not evil." she added, seeing the look in Charlie's eyes.
Charlie looked at the small girl next to her, "Not evil?"
"Very far from it." Ana assured her with a smile.
With a nod Charlie looked back to Dean, "How cool is that? Your kid's a witch!"
Dean ignored the two women and walked over to Connor, "So it's not normal that she's sensing demons?" he questioned, sitting down in the chair that Ana had been in moments before.
Connor just shook his head and watched Ana, still trying to figure out how she had done it and there was no doubt in his mind that she had. She used her magic to transfer the feeling into him and he understood instantly how she couldn't have been mistaking something else.
Sam moved over to the table, "The only thing that I've ever heard of being able to sense a demon is other demons... or angels." he pointed out, taking one of the two empty chair.
"It's not like we've read up a lot on natural witches, Sam." Dean pointed out, watching as Ana and Charlie sat across the room on one of the beds. Ana was explaining to Charlie everything she had missed out on. "Let's just focus on this demon thing first and then we'll figure out what's going on with her magic when we're done."
The other two men nodded, they understood that the demon situation they were dealing with was big and that as long as the development in her magic wasn't harmful, it could wait for now. "Charlie!" Sam called her attention over, "Want to fill us in on the details of what's going on?"
"Sure!" She stood up from the bed and walked over to the table, "I was looking for a simple case when I came across some weird stuff happening here. At first the signs pointed toward a spirit, a few people commenting in the local paper that they had seen the ghost around town, cold spots, normal ghost stuff. Then a day before I got here the lightning storms started, cattle mutilations next." she shrugged, "I honestly have no idea what's going on, that's why I called you."
Ana raised an eyebrow, "The supposed ghost was seen at more than one spot?" Charlie nodded, "Isn't that weird? They normally haunt a certain place or person right?"
"Yeah, to have multiple accounts of the ghost in different locations isn't something we've come across before." Sam answered, his brain churning the information Charlie had given them.
Dean watched his brother a moment, knowing the familiar look of concentration, "You think the strange ghost sighting and this demon thing are some how connected?"
Sam was about to speak, but Ana cut him off, "It would make sense." she began, getting off of the bed to walk over to the group, "I obviously don't have as much experience with this stuff as you guys do, but a spirit going that far off from the norm and then suddenly demon omens appear. Doesn't seem like a coincidence to me."
"Witches intuition?" Dean asked, looking up at his daughter.
She shrugged, "Something like that. What do you think, Sam?"
Sam nodded, "I think you're right. Nothing in this line of work is ever a coincidence and with both of these things happening so close together, in the same place, I'd say there's some kind of connection. Though I don't know what it could be."
Dean nodded, thankful that he seemed to be surrounded by people who didn't mind thinking hard about things so he could avoid it, "How's the demon radar?" he asked Ana, standing up from the table to look out the window, being careful to not break the salt line.
"I don't feel anything like I did in the parking lot."
Connor stood and walked to stand by her, "Try something for me?" he questioned once he was in front of her. She nodded. "Close your eyes, focus on your magic, and see if you can widen the area you can feel."
"You want me to see if I can sense more than just what's immediately around me?" Ana guessed, wondering if it would work. She didn't have much more control over her magic than she had when they first started and with everything that had been going on they hadn't had a lot of time to work on it. When Connor nodded, she closed her eyes and began to focus in on her power, making sure that she wouldn't unleash the weird white light instead of trying to focus her awareness further out.
Charlie sat down next to Sam, "So if Ana is Dean's daughter, who's the guy?" she asked softly, not wanting to break Ana's concentration.
"Connor Mohr. He's also a natural witch. Their families go way back with this magic pact, Connor has had his magic basically since he was born and since Ana hasn't he's here to help her learn." he explained the short version.
All attention in the room quickly turned to Ana as she took in a sharp breath and her eyes flicked open. "What is it?" Connor asked, seeing the panic in her eyes.
The girl's breathing began to quicken and her hands began to tremble. Dean was across the room in three long strides, "Ana, you need to calm down." he instructed her, tone low. Moving her back toward the nearest bed, he got her to sit down, "Deep breaths. You're safe." he kneeled down in front of her as he spoke, remembering clearly that this is exactly how she was before her panic attack at the bunker.
Ana could feel her heart racing in her chest, the sound of blood rushing through her ears, "Dad… it's bad."
The tremors were moving up her arms and Dean was doing his best to stay calm, but he really didn't want to see her go through that again. Placing his hands on the sides of her face, he forced her to look into his eyes, "Ana, you can do this. Just take a deep breath."
Connor looked to Sam, "What's wrong with her?" he questioned, watching as Dean did his best to calm his daughter down.
"Panic attack." Sam answered, rubbing a hand over his face, wishing there was something he could do.
Ana stared into her father's eyes and forced herself to take a deep breath. She was safe, she knew that, but she hadn't been expecting the amount of evil she felt once her focus had covered most of the city. "It's big. Whatever this is, it's going to take more than the five of us to make it out alive. There are so many demons here." her hands were still shaking, but her breathing was slowly returning to normal.
"Can you show me?" Connor asked, moving over to the bed.
With a short nod, Ana grabbed her father's hands and took them off of her face slowly, giving him a small, thankful smile as she did. Connor sat down next to her and she placed her fingers on his temples like he had instructed her to before. Once they were connected, she forced her power to sweep over the city like she had before.
"Shit." Connor swore as she dropped her hands, "She's right. This is bad." he directed the words at Dean.
"Alright, we need to figure out why they're here and we need to do it yesterday." Dean turned to look at Sam, not moving away from Ana in fear that her panic attack wasn't over.
Sam nodded and stood up to grab his laptop, moving quickly back over the table to get to work. Charlie stood up, "My room is just a couple down, I'll go grab my laptop so I can dig too."
Dean shook his head, "None of us is going out alone. Use Ana's laptop, it's in her bag." he offered.
Charlie paused, giving Ana a questioning look, she knew that if someone had offered up her laptop like that she would have freaked out. When Ana nodded, Charlie grabbed the bag she watched the girl set down and dug her laptop out.
"Ana, did you sense anything other than demons?" Connor asked, faintly remembering something that didn't seem evil.
Ana's eye brows scrunched together as she thought about his question, "I'm not sure. Should we take another look?" When he nodded, she placed her hands back to his temples and let her power open up to the city around them. There was still just as many demons as there had been, but as her focus shifted, she paused at the sense of something extremely good. It was weak, but it was there and it was shining bright. "Angel." Ana stated, pulling back.
"There's an angel in town?" Dean asked, looking between the two witches.
Ana nodded, "I don't think anything else could be that pure. Though I'm not sure what an angel would be doing in a town filled with demons."
"Maybe we should call, Cas." Sam offered, his attention split between searching on his laptop and the conversation on the other side of the room.
Dean frowned, "What if this angel is working with the demons? Though Heaven's getting it crap together, there could still be a couple of rogues on the loose."
"We should figure out who it is." Connor offered, "I'm still not sure what all Ana can accomplish with her magic, but we may be able to see a face or get a name."
Ana shook her head, "No way, last time someone tried to force a name out of an angel they got their freaking eyes burned out of their sockets. No thank you."
Sam and Dean both grimaced at the memory of what happened to Pam, "I'll call Cas." Dean stated, standing up and pulling out his phone.
Castiel appeared in the room before Dean had the chance to make the call, "I can't stay long, I'll attract too many demons here. The angel Ana found, whoever he is, he is weak. I cannot find him and I am not sure if that is due to him being very good at hiding or if he has been captured by demons." he spoke quickly, "Either way, he is not working with the demons and requires help."
Ana stood up quickly, "Connor, start a tracking spell for me." she instructed moving over to Castiel, "I don't know what this is, but I can feel what needs to be done."
"A vision?" the angel questioned.
"No, I haven't seen anything, but I can feel it. I'm being drawn to this angel, I can feel part of my power tugging in the direction he's at. We need to find him and get him out of wherever he is fast." She explained, ignoring the strange look she was getting from her father.
"Looks like we need to pack heavy." Dean commented, turning to look at Sam.
Ana placed a hand on Dean's arm, "You can't come with, dad. I'm going to have Castiel fly me there, I'll do my crazy white light thing, we'll grab the angel and get back here as fast as we can."
Dean shook his head, "No way in Hell am I letting you do this with just Cas as back up. You don't even know if this angel is surrounded by demons or what." he turned to look at Connor, who was getting the spell ready, "Is she even up to something like that? It's only been a couple of days since she almost died!" he yelled the last part, turning to glare at Ana.
"She's back to full power." Connor answered, turning to focus on them once everything in his mixing bowl was ready, "I'm going to trust her on this, if she wasn't meant to go help this angel she wouldn't be feeling this way." he pointed out.
Moving over to the table, Ana grabbed the bowl and stared at it a moment before words began to come out of her mouth, words that she didn't understand the language of. Sam stopped what he was doing, the language familiar, and turned his attention to Cas, "Is she speaking Enochian?"
Castiel nodded as he moved over to where Ana was standing, "It would seem that whatever is drawing her to this angel is very strong." he answered.
Pouring the contents of the bowl over the map that Connor had laid out on the small table, she watched as the liquid burned up all of the map but one small piece, holding the intersection of two roads just outside of the main part of the town. "Charlie, you've been here longer, have any idea what's here." Ana handed the piece of map over.
"I think it's an abandoned factory of some kind, though I'm not certain." Charlie answered as she looked over the map.
"Ana, are you sure about this? There is a large possibility that we could get hurt." Castiel pointed out.
The girl took the piece of map back from Charlie and then moved over to her bag, grabbing her pistol out of it. "Yes, Castiel, I'm sure. Whoever this angel is, they're somehow calling out to me, I can feel it. We need to do this." Ana answered as she placed the gun in the waist of her jeans. "Let's go."
"Hold on a minute! You are not going out there alone!" Dean snapped, frowning at the angel and his daughter.
"I'm not asking permission, dad." She retorted calmly, placing her hand on Castiel and giving him a nod. Shortly after they were gone.
Dean clenched his jaw, "Dammit, Cas!" he yelled, knowing the angel would hear him, "If she doesn't come back in one piece I'm kicking your ass!"
-A-
Castiel and Ana appeared in the middle of the factory. It had been mostly cleared out of whatever machinery filled it so the large room was bare, all excepted for the man tied to the chair in the center of the room. Within the blink of an eye, the room was filled with demons and Ana frowned, "Should have known this was a trap of some kind."
Castiel's angel blade appeared in his hand, "I knew it was a likely possibility." he stated, "I do believe your magic will come in great use to keeping us both alive."
"No kidding, Sherlock." None of the demons moved for seconds, giving the two time for their small banter and then they all began to move at once. Ana watched as Castiel began to attack the closest demons and then she turned her focus inward, leaving her eyes open to watch the enemy, she pulled on her power until the white light exploded out of her with a force it hadn't before.
For some reason this time it was painful for the light to leave her body, and the longer she used it the more painful it got. Just before she couldn't take it any longer, a scream escaped her body and it was met by a scream just as painful from the angel that, until moments before, had been slumped over in the chair he was tied to.
Almost all of the demons around them dropped to the ground, leaving a few for Castiel to handle. Ana fell to her knees, her body trying to focus around the pain as the angel that had been tied down to the chair stood up. She couldn't lift her head very high, the entirety of her body weak from the white light, so she could only watch as the brown boots walked toward her. It took her a minute, but just before the angel stopped in front of her, Ana forced her head up so she could see his face. With a confused look, Ana frowned slightly, "Gabriel?" she questioned.
"Hello, Anastasia." The short man replied with a smile, moving quickly to grab the girl as the rest of her body fell toward the floor.
A/N (2): Charlie and Gabriel? WHAT?! I'm honestly so excited for to write the next chapter for you guys! Please, please, please, let me know what you think! How do you feel about the Trickster being back? I'd love to hear your thoughts! A lot will be explained next chapter so be looking forward to it! And as always my dears, thanks for reading :)
