A/N: Hello my lovely readers! I was so excited to get this chapter up that I'm posting a day earlier than I thought I would be! I know a majority of the authors on here post on certain days of the week, but with my hectic schedule I've been sticking with posting as soon as I can for you guys. Speaking of posting my next chapter probably won't be until after Monday, I'm going out of town for my birthday and promised to spend time with my family uninterrupted by my need to write. I promise to get a new chapter up as fast as I can once I'm back! Giant thanks to LaceyoftheTypewriter for the review! I'm honestly so glad that you all are enjoying my story! Holy cow, long note, I'll stop now :) Enjoy!

John Winchester looked exactly like he had the day he died, the only thing missing was the sling that had cradled his injured arm. His eyes studied each in the group, taking extra time to look at his two sons and then the young girl that stood next to Dean. "It's good to see you boys." his eyes teared up in a way that wasn't like him at all.

Dean didn't want to take his eyes off of his father, if whatever was standing in front of them was indeed John, but as he turned to look at his brother, his eyes fell on a group of what could only be demons and they were heading in their direction. "Gabe, get Ana and Connor out of here."

"I'm not leaving." Ana told him, following his line of sight, "You remember how to shoot a gun, old man?" She asked John as she pulled her pistol out of her jeans and handed it to him.

"So you're not leaving but you're giving your only weapon away?" Dean questioned, watching as his dad took the pistol.

Ana rolled her eyes, "We don't have time to argue. Just trust me." She turned to look at the angels that stood together. "Gabriel .223 Remington bolt action with devil trap rounds" Gabe grinned and snapped his fingers, the gun and a leather case appearing in his hands. She took the rifle and the extra ammo with a grin. "Having angels around is so awesome." She commented, slinging the rifle's strap over her shoulder. "Take Connor and I to the top of that building?" She pointed to the other side of the street. When she received a nod, she turned to Dean, "I've got your back." She assured him before Gabriel transported them to the top of the building she had pointed out.

"You kids going to be okay up here?" Gabe asked, looking down at the group they left on the street. The demons were fast approaching.

Ana nodded, "Connor has my back. You go help down there." She found a place that would give her a good line of sight down both sides of the street.

Connor watched as Gabriel left them, "What do you want me to do?" He asked, moving to stand next to her, he watched as the group below began to fend off the first assault.

"Some sort of protective barrier? Is that doable?" She loaded the rifle, ignoring the sounds of the fight that came from below them.

He nodded, "That I can do. You sure you've got this?"

Ana pulled the butt of the rifle tight against her shoulder as she took her aim, "I've got this. Might want to get that barrier up fast, once my first round is off they'll know where we're at."

The witch quickly went to work, pulling a few things out of his bag. Once he was sure that it would be strong enough to hold off the demons that would come their way, he turned to look at her, "You're good."

The second the words were out of his mouth Ana began to fire. Stopping the demons that were closer to the group, the devils trap on the rounds stopping them in their tracks. After the first four rounds she watched as her father gave a look her direction, he wasn't happy with her, she could tell.

John fired the pistol at a demon just behind his youngest son who, along with the man in the trench coat and the one the girl had called Gabriel, was fighting the demons off with blades. After each shot rang out from on top of the building a demon would stop in their tracks, "That girl has some serious aim." He grunted. "Where'd you pick up a hunter so young?"

"She's not a hunter." Dean snapped, firing his own gun. Though part of him was proud that she had thought of the plan and that she was executing it extremely well, he was still pissed that she continued to not do as she was told.

The fight continued on for a few more minutes before there was a loud yell, "Enough! We only came for John." A demon spoke up toward the back of the group.

"Why?" Sam asked, not lowering the knife in his hand.

The demon scoffed, "He escaped Hell and killed Azazel. He made a deal, his soul belongs in Hell."

"If he hasn't been in Hell this whole time, where has he been?" Dean asked, eyes flicking toward his father.

John sighed, "I've been in Heaven with your mother."

The mention of Mary made both Sam and Dean's eyes go wide. "Exactly. He escaped Hell and got a one way ticket to Heaven. Our orders were to retrieve his soul."

"Orders from who?" Sam demanded, it didn't sound like Crowley to send for one soul. The king of Hell wasn't their friend, he knew that, but surely he had better things to do than piss off the Winchesters.

The demon grinned, "Lucifer."

"Lucifer is in the cage." Castiel stated, his focus on the demons surrounding them, as was everyone's. So when there were signs of a fight breaking out on the roof where Ana and Connor were, no one noticed until the silence that had fallen over them was broken by a scream.

-A-

Ana and Connor had been focused on the group, the older witch had been certain his barrier would protect them from the demons they were up against. He wasn't prepared for the strength of the demon that actually came for them, the man easily breaking through the barrier. Both witches had quickly began to fight back, but the demon didn't seem to be wasting anytime as he pinned Connor to the ground. "Anastasia. Such a pleasure to meet you." his voice was like oil over her skin.

Ana jumped into action, but the demon simply threw her back against one of the circular metal vents that came out of the building. She grunted in pain, glaring at the man in front of her. Brown hair, blue eyes, and a smirk that she was beginning to associate with the cocky attitude every demon had. "What the hell do you want?" she bit the words out.

"Oh, Anastasia, did you really think Barbas was the mastermind behind the ritual that requires your blood?" The demon scoffed, "That imbecile wouldn't have even known it existed unless I had pushed him in the right direction. It was really no surprise that he failed in retrieving you for me."

The moment that Connor had been pinned down, he began to quietly recite a spell that would release the demons hold on him. It took a while, but when he finally felt the pressure release, he stood up and began to move toward the demon, hoping that Ana could keep him focused on her. "Ah, ah, ah, Connor." the demon chided, glancing over his shoulder at the witch, "You don't get to save the girl." and with the flick of his wrist, Connor's neck snapped.

"No!" Ana screamed, her power lashing out with the burst of energy her pain provided. The pressure evaporated and though she wasn't sure what she was doing, she focused on channeling her power out and at the demon, catching him by surprise.

-A-

"Ana!" Dean yelled, her scream having carried down to them quickly, a scream full of pain.

Gabriel's eyes had quickly focused on the roof that he had left the witches on, "Close your eyes!" he warned, throwing out his hands and unleashing the same white light Ana had while she housed his grace. Once the demons around them were dead, his focus went back to roof, where Ana and the demon she was fighting had now come in to view.

Ana threw punches backed by magic, pushing the demon closer and closer to the edge of the roof. It didn't take long for the demon to regain his footing, "You idiot child!" he growled, swinging the back of his hand at the girl's face.

After it made contact, Ana's mouth was filled with a metallic taste, but it only made her grin. She was feeding off of the physical and emotional pain, using it to fuel her power. "You really have no idea who you're messing with." she informed him, bringing up her leg and planting it with a large force against his chest, sending him flying over the side of the building. Before he hit the ground, the demon disappeared and she was joined on the roof by two angels.

"Ana, are you al-" Castiel began to ask, but wasn't able to finish as the girl ran across the roof and fell to her knees at Connor's side.

Gabriel shared a sad look with his brother before walking over to the girl who was crying over the body of her friend, "Hey, kid. May I?" he knelt down next to her, reaching his fingers out to restore the young man's life.

Just before Gabe made contact Dean and the others came rushing through the door that led from the inside of the building to the roof, "Ana!" Dean called, quickly moving to her side and pulling her into his arms.

"Connor…" Ana sobbed against her father's shoulder, who's attention was then drawn to the body on the ground next to them. "He was trying to save me."

Gabriel frowned at the pain clear in Ana's voice and then placed his fingers to the witch's forehead, using his grace to pull the departed's soul back into his body. Connor took in a deep breath as life flooded back into his body and jerked up into a sitting position, eyes frantically looking around for a threat.

Ana's spun around at the sound of his breath, "Connor!" she threw herself on the other witch, arms pulling him toward her. "You amazing, idiotic man!"

"What happened?" he questioned as he hugged her back, looking at those he could see over her shoulder.

All Ana could do in response was shake her head, tears falling from her eyes as she hugged him tight. She hadn't known Connor long, but their short time together had formed an odd bond. Maybe it was because they were both witches or because with all of the time they spent with the Winchester brothers they were the odd ones out, the new comers. Either way Ana hadn't realized how much she was beginning to care for the other witch until he was taken from her.

After a few more moments of hugging Connor, Ana pulled away and turned to look at her dad, "We should get back to the bunker, whoever that demon was wants me for the ritual."

"I thought we put an end to that?" Connor raised an eyebrow at her.

"Apparently not." She gave him a weak smile, still trying to process that he was alive. Standing up, she looked at John, "There's a lot we need to figure out. You ready to join in on what we have going on?" Through her visions she had seen every side to her grandfather and she wasn't sure how she felt about the man.

John scoffed, "Girl, I've been in this business a lot longer than you have."

"Don't I know it." She muttered, moving her attention to Charlie, "You're coming with right?"

"Daddy Winchester back from the dead and you have demons after you? I'm not going to miss out on that." Charlie told her with a reassuring smile, "Plus, being the only girl in this group of guys will drive you crazy. I can't leave you to deal with that on your own."

"Thank God!" Ana gave her a thankful look, "So… quick stop at the motel to get our things and then back to the bunker?" she aimed the question at Dean, "I don't know about you, but I'm done with being attacked by demons."

Dean nodded, "Sam, Charlie, Cas, and I will go back to the motel to grab our things. Gabriel will take you, Connor, and dad back to the bunker."

"What bunker?" John questioned, clearly not pleased with being told where to go.

"You'll see when we get there." Ana told him, before moving closer to Dean, "Should we be worried about him? She asked softly, "Are we sure it's really him?"

"I've been wondering the same thing." Dean told her, glancing at Sam, knowing that his brother was having the same thoughts. "When you get back to the bunker, have Gabriel check him out. We won't be long behind you, but if he's not really my dad, you do what you need to."

With a nod of her head, Ana turned to look at Gabriel, "Alright, let's get going before another demon shows up wanting to throw me into a volcano." She helped Connor on to his feet and moved so they were closer to the angel, "Hurry home, okay? I don't want to take any chances." she looked at the group who would be going to the motel.

"We'll be fine." Sam told her with a smile before Castiel took the group away.

Their group followed shortly after, appearing in the library of the bunker. Ana released a relieved sigh, a demon wouldn't be getting her in there. "Thanks, Gabe." she smiled at the angel, "Could I ask one more favor?"

Gabriel smiled, "I already know what you're thinking." he slowly turned his attention to the other Winchester in the room, "Johnny, you're going to want to take a seat for this."

The man had been looking around him, taking in the size of the room they were standing in, "Sit down for what?" he frowned at the shorter man, but didn't have time to say much else before Gabriel had closed the space between them and pushed his hand into his chest. John let out a painful scream as the angel dug around in his body, making sure everything was as it should be.

When he was finished, Gabriel pulled his hand out and helped John fall back into a chair. Turning his attention to Ana, he smiled, "One hundred percent human, one hundred and ten percent the ass that is John Winchester."

The girl visibly relaxed at his words, at least John wasn't a monster or missing his soul like Sam had been when he was brought back from the grave. Ana studied the man sitting in the chair, she had expected him the black out once Gabriel was done touching his soul, but he was still conscious though looking a little weak.

"What the hell was that?" John grumbled, glancing back and forth between the girl and Gabriel.

"That," Ana spoke up, moving to sit down next to him, "was an angel touching your soul. We had to make sure you weren't some sort of monster." she explained, watching as Connor took the seat next to her, he had been extremely quiet since being resurrected.

John looked at the angel. "Gabriel." the name making connections in his mind, "The archangel, right?"

"One and only." Gabriel answered, a lollipop appearing in his hand.

Ana watched as John took in the information, she was slightly surprised when it didn't seem to phase him, but he had been in Heaven for years so she also understood why he wasn't freaking out. "John," she pulled his attention back to her, "do you have any idea why you were brought back?"

She watched as her grandfather tried hard to remember, the way his brow creased in the same why Dean's did when he was thinking hard, "I don't remember." he finally answered.

"Do you mind if I try something?" She moved her chair so she was sitting a little closer to him. Not waiting for his answer, she reached her hand out and touched the top of his. It didn't take long for the vision to start, but when it did she was looking at one of the most beautiful people she had ever seen.

"John, there's someone here to see you." Mary told him as she walked into the living room. It was a room Ana recognized. They were in their house in Lawrence. It would make sense that their Heaven be the place they raised their family.

John stood up from the recliner and turned to see a young woman in a business suit. "Hello John, my name is Hannah." the brown haired woman gave him a soft smile, "I've come to ask for your help."

While the woman spoke, Mary had walked to stand by her husband, "Hannah's an angel, dear." Mary explained, Hannah had given her a brief summary of why she was there when she had appeared in the kitchen Mary had been cooking in.

"What can I do to help an angel?" He questioned, confused. John wasn't sure how long he had been in Heaven with his wife, but he understood that it had to have been at least a few years and in all of that time they had never been approached by an angel.

"Your family is facing something extremely dangerous. They are going to need all of the help they can get. We would like to grant you a short stay back on Earth to help. What they are up against would not only be devastating to Earth but also the Heaven, we want it stopped quickly." Hannah told him.

John's chest tugged at the mention of his sons, "Of course. I'd do anything for my sons."

Hannah smiled in a way that showed she knew something he didn't, "Your family will be glad to see you." she assured him.

As she pulled back to the real world, Ana smiled, Hannah had kept it to herself that Dean had a daughter. That was going to be fun to explain to the grandfather she had assumed she would never meet.

"What did you do?" John asked, after she had touched him her eyes had closed and it looked like she had been focusing on something.

"I had a vision. I now know why you are here." She answered, leaning back in her chair to study him.

There was a soft thud as bags dropped on to the floor, the group that had gone to the motel appearing seconds before the sound, "So it's really him?" Sam asked, his hopeful, puppy dog eyes focusing on his father.

"It's really him." Ana answered, a soft smile playing on her lips knowing how happy it would make her father and uncle.

Both men walked over to their father, Dean pulled him out of the chair and into a tight hug, "God, it's good to see you dad."

Dean slowly let him go and let Sam have a turn embracing their father, "It's good to see you boys too." John spoke as he hugged his youngest son.

As the two men separated a calm silence fell over the room as they took each other in, "Ana, you said you knew why he was here?" Castiel asked, walking over to the group.

"Hannah sent him to help. Apparently the ritual is far from over and Heaven knew we could use a little more help." She explained to him, slowly turning her attention to her family, "In my vision, she said that he would only be here for a short time. I'm assuming that when we've stopped the ritual from happening that he will be returning to Heaven to be with Mary."

"Some time is better than none." Charlie piped in with a soft smile, knowing that even if she had one hour with her mother it would be better than nothing.

John slowly turned his attention away from his boys, looking at the redhead that had spoken and then letting his eyes wander over everyone else in the room, "So you have an angel on the team, who is everyone else?" he asked.

"Oh!" Sam smiled, "Two angels, actually. Castiel," he gestured to the man in the trenchcoat, "is an angel as well. Then there's our friend Charlie. Connor is a new friend and…" he trailed off as he looked to Ana.

Dean cleared his throat as he pulled Ana toward their small family circle, "This is Ana, my daughter."

John's eyes went wide, "Your daughter?" he looked the girl over, noticing the resemblances she shared with his son, but he knew she was a bit too old to have been born after his death, if the way his sons had aged was anything to go off of.

"Hi." Ana said meekly. She had noticed that the time he spent in Heaven with his wife had made him a little softer than the man that had died to save Dean's life, but she also knew that John Winchester had quite the personality when he was mad.

For a moment John was at a loss for words, "When?" he questioned, not being able to get a full question out, the shock of the news still too fresh.

"I was eighteen." Dean answered, "I didn't want to bring her into this life, so I left." he gave Ana a soft smile, pulling her into a side hug.

"Then why is she here?" John's eyes were still focused on the girl.

"She started-" Dean was stopped before he could finish.

Ana patted her dad on the torso before pulling away from him, ready to answer John herself, "I started having visions of them. Not long after I found them a demon went after Dean in hopes of getting to me. We've kind of been stuck together." she explained, looking at Sam and Dean with a smile.

"You're psychic?" John's eyebrow raised at that. He should have figured it out when she had told him about the vision she had about him, but it just seemed to process.

"A witch actually." Dean answered, resting a hand on her shoulder.

John took a step back at the word, "A witch?"

Dean sighed, "Dad, she's not going to hurt you. She made you solid for Christ sake."

Connor had stood up from his chair and made his way over to the group, wanting to stick close to Ana incase John tried to hurt her. Though he had just processed that he had died not long before in effort to save her, it wouldn't stop him from continuing to do so.

"Witches sell their souls to demons for their power!" John yelled at his son.

Ana shook her head, "I'm a natural witch. I didn't make a deal with a demon."

John's head was spinning. Dean had fathered a child while he had been alive and his son never told him. His granddaughter was a natural witch, whatever that meant. The only witches he had ever heard of had given their souls to a demon for their magic. "Natural witch?"

"Dad, there are more than the witches that give up their souls." Sam said, moving closer to his father, "There are witches whose powers run through the family, they're born, not created. Normal people can learn some witchcraft too. Some spells can be done as long as you know how to do them."

Dean moved around Ana, making sure he was between her and John, "You've missed out on a lot. Just, trust us on this one, alright?"

"Two angels and a witch. You have started keeping weird company." John commented, clearly not happy with the news.

Connor cleared his throat, moving to Ana's side, "Two witches." he corrected, they might as well get everything out in the open now.

"What's your reason for keeping that one around?" John demanded from his sons, pointing at Connor.

"That one' is named Connor and he's here to teach me. He's a friend." Ana snapped, moving to stand between Sam and Dean, forcing John's attention on her.

Dean shot a look at his daughter, "Ana-" he warned.

"No, dad." She shook her head, no one was going to stop her from standing her ground, "John, you were brought back to help us. To protect your family. For this ritual to work I have to be kept alive, my blood is the key to the damn thing. So if you don't want to be surrounded by witches and angels or you don't think you can protect your own granddaughter because I'm a witch, then you can go back to Mary. I'm sure Cas or Gabe could send you back, but then you can have fun explaining to your wife that you couldn't help us because of one damn technicality."

John's eyes went wide as the small girl's voice grew stern, a tone in it that reminded him of himself. He didn't responded for a moment, "That attitude is all Mary." the thought made him smile softly, his wife always spoke her mind.

"Somebody has to keep this family in line." Ana said with a shrug, but she was happy that she had gained something from the grandmother she'd never meet.

"Alright, so we're good?" Dean asked, receiving a nod from his father, "Good, now you and I can have a chat." he tapped Ana on the shoulder, waiting as she turned to look at him, "What the hell was that, Ana?" he demanded, letting go of the anger he had been holding on to. "You agreed to do as I said and the first thing I ask you to do, you disobey."

Ana rolled her eyes, "There were too many demons for you to take down on your own. I knew I could help and I did a pretty good job of it."

Dean scoffed, "You almost died. Again! Then Connor died trying to save you!" he pointed to the young man, thankful that he had been there to look after his infuriating daughter.

"Don't you think I understand that?" She snapped back, "I watched it happen! I'm fully aware that what happened is on my shoulders and I am so thankful that Gabriel was able to bring him back, but you have to stop treating me like I'm completely useless!"

"Can you guys do this later?" Sam questioned, they had bigger things to deal with than their argument.

"No!" The two snapped at the same time, neither of them looking away from the staring contest they were locked in.

Dean's jaw clenched, "We had an agreement. No hunting and you were only allowed to come if you listened to every order."

"I'm not a freaking soldier! I wasn't raised to listen to everything I was told!" She argued, "I was allowed to make my own decisions, to learn from my mistakes."

"Mistakes on the job get people killed, Anastasia!" He snapped, voice being louder than it needed to be.

John stood back and watched the argument in silence until that point, they were going around in circles and it was giving him a headache. "Enough!" He demanded, "Dean, you were basically grown when you were her age. You'd been hunting for years and you weren't a witch! Things are obviously going to work differently with Ana."

"Thank you!" Ana cast a look at John before grinning at her father.

John scoffed, "I didn't say I was on your side, Ana. You got someone killed because you couldn't listen to what your father told you. What happens when you disobey next time and there's no angel around to bring back whoever you got killed? Sometimes being stubborn and doing whatever you want isn't the best course of action."

Ana's grin fell as Dean nodded in agreement with his father. Both he and Sam had been given the same lecture when they were younger and it probably kept them each alive on more than one occasion. "You won't be leaving the bunker for a while anyway, so you have time to think about if you're going to listen when you're allowed to help." He told her, ending the conversation by turning to look at Cas and Gabriel, "Any idea who that demon was?"

"We were discussing that during your little argument. We haven't seen him before." Gabriel answered.

Sam sighed, why couldn't anything be easy for them, "Can you go ask around?"

"And make sure we have the right demon this time?" Dean added, still riding on the anger from fighting with his daughter.

Cas frowned at Dean's words, "We had the right demon last time, we were just unaware that he was not the only one working to get to Ana."

Gabe stepped in before another argument could break out, "Cassie and I will go see what we can find out." he said and then disappeared, quickly followed by his little brother.

"It's pretty late, why don't we all get some rest? It will give them some time to find out what they can." Sam offered, noticing that everyone was looking as tired as he felt. When no one argued, he nodded, "Alright, Charlie, dad, let's find you guys each a room." he led them out of the room and toward the hallway.

Once they were gone, Dean turned to look at Ana, "You should go get some sleep."

"I'll head to my room soon. I want to talk with Connor first." She told him, pouting slightly as the words John had spoken to her replayed in her head.

Dean simply nodded and then left for his own bedroom, leaving the two to talk. When he was gone, Connor turned his attention to Ana, "What did you want to talk about?"

Ana slumped into the chair, after the countless times she had pointed out to Dean that she was an adult and she had been acting more like a child. "I've been selfish." she stated, looking up into his blue eyes.

"I'm not sure selfish is the right word." He commented sitting down, "You would do whatever you could for any of us, but you get these ideas and just assume they'll work out completely fine all the time."

She sighed, "So not selfish, just cocky."

Her wording made Connor chuckle softly, "Basically, but you're young and you've just recently been exposed to this world where a wrong move could mean death." he leaned forward and placed a comforting hand on her knee, "Don't tell him I said this, but it's probably best that you listen to what Dean is telling you. He's been hunting evil since he was old enough to fire a gun, he may know a thing or two that you don't."

Ana hung her head in shame, she'd acted without thinking and gotten Connor killed. He was right, she needed to listen to her father, at least while danger was eminent. "You're right."

"Wait," he gave her a wary look, "did we just agree on something? We may have just started the apocalypse."

"Second apocalypse, my dad and Sam already stopped one." She told him with a short laugh.

He rolled his eyes, "Of course they have." standing up, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet as well, "Come on, Red, it's been a long day."

"Red?" she raised an eyebrow, following him to the hallway.

"Yeah, Red, I think it fits. Red hair, temper, not afraid of the big bad wolf." He winked at her, walking toward her room.

Ana laughed, "If you say so." she wouldn't admit that the nickname gave her butterflies. When they stopped by her door, she paused, "Connor, I'm sorry."

He gave her a gentle smile, "Just don't make a habit of it, otherwise we'll have to keep Gabriel around all the time."

"My dad would just love that." She returned his smile as she opened her door, "Good night."

"Night, Red." Connor winked as he turned to go to his own room.