A/N: Hey guys! So things are going to get kind of confusing with the timeline of the show, bits and pieces are even veering off into a little bit of AU but not to a giant extent. Honestly, I'm just rolling with what comes to mind. If you have any questions or comments about what's happening, just let me know. Also I want to apologize for how long this took to get up! I hate not posting every few days, but I was pretty sick for three days and did absolutely nothing. So without further ado, the next chapter!

As morning grew later the day after the demon encounter and everyone began to wake up, moving around the bunker at their own pace, it quickly became noticed by the three that had spent so much time with her that Ana was sleeping in a lot later than she normally did. "Did Ana seem okay while you were talking last night?" Dean asked Connor when they were alone in the kitchen getting coffee.

The younger man nodded, brushing a hand through his black hair which was a wreck from a restless night's sleep, "Yeah, I mean, she was kind of upset with herself, but she seemed fine otherwise."

Dean nodded, taking a drink from his cup as he thought, he didn't want to wake her up if she was just overly tired, but part of him also worried something was wrong. His thoughts wandered back to the conversation they had the night she'd gotten drunk… Depressed, disappointment, burden… Pills. Panic filled him quickly at the words. Yesterday had been a rough day for everyone, but she had been the reason for Connor's death and he had basically shoved that fact in her face during their argument. Swearing he sat his coffee mug down on the counter and quickly left the kitchen, hurrying toward his daughter's bedroom.

"Dean?" Connor called after him, confused. With a shrug he took his coffee into the library, joining in on the conversation Sam, John, and Charlie were having about the attack the night before.

Long strides carried Dean passed the library and closer to Ana's door. How could he be so stupid? It didn't take long for him and Sam to realize that some things affected her deeper than others. Negative emotions seemed to pull her down quicker than anything. He only hoped that his fears were false as he reached her door, opening it without a knock he stopped, seeing her lying still in bed. "Ana?" Her name was a tentative question, part of him worried that she wouldn't respond.

There was a shuffle of sheets as she rolled over, "Dad?" she barely opened her eyes to look at him, noticing the panicked look on his face. "What is it? What's wrong?" she sat up, rubbing a hand over her eyes.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he shook his head, "Nothing's wrong. I just…" he paused, watching the moment of innocence in her as she began to fully wake up, the horrors of yesterday not having settled back in yet, "I was just worried, you never sleep past ten."

"It's past ten?" She reached a hand out for her phone and groaned when she read the time, it was almost eleven. "I didn't mean to sleep so late."

"How did you sleep?" He questioned, walking further into the room and taking a seat at the foot of her bed.

Ana heaved a sigh full of so many emotions, "Not that great. It took me a while to finally relax and then after I actually fell asleep I had nightmares."

"Connor?" Dean asked, knowing full well that watching her friend die was the first human death she had seen outside of a vision.

Her red hair bounced as she nodded, "Yeah… I can't get the image of his broken neck out of my mind." she confided in her father, knowing that he had been through worse things.

The answer made him frown, moving so that he was sitting beside her, he pulled her into a hug. "He's okay now." Dean assured her. It was clear that she and Connor were becoming fast friends, which was something that made him happy, though he would never admit to it. Other than himself, Sam, and Heather, he knew that Ana didn't have many other people she was close with and if the other witch could be a friend for her, he wasn't going to stop it. He let her cling to him for a few minutes before she pulled away, her eyes brimmed with tears, "Why don't you get up? Come get some coffee and see Connor, it will make you feel better to see him completely fine. Trust me."

"That sounds like a good idea." She agreed with a small smile, watching as he stood up and moved toward the door. "Hey," she stopped him, causing him to turn and look at her, "how are things with John today?"

Dean shrugged, "Better than I thought. He's pretty focused on helping with this ritual. Sammy explained everything to him this morning, now all he can think about is keeping you away from demons and finding a way to make sure it can never happen."

She nodded, there wasn't much else to expect from John Winchester when it came to the supernatural, "How is he handling...me? I mean, he comes back from the grave to find he has a granddaughter who was born while he was still alive. That's a lot to take in."

"Honestly, I think he's still a little shocked, but he made a comment about not being able to wait to tell mom. So I guess he's okay with it." He answered with a smile.

With a nod Ana stood up and looked around her room, realizing that the majority of her clothes were in the suitcase she had left in her car. The car that they had been abandoned in the motel parking lot in Ohio, "Did Cas or Gabe happen to angel mojo our cars back with us?" she raised an eyebrow, there was no way that Dean would have left his baby.

"Uh, yeah, they're in the garage." He answered, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Okay good, because I packed all of my clothes and have nothing in here." She explained, following him out of her room and down the hall toward the garage.

It didn't take her long to get her things out of the car, to her room, and sorted through so she had clean clothes for the day. Feeling comfortable in black sweats and a white tee shirt she headed for the library, a pair of fuzzy socks in hand. "Hey, dad," Ana spoke as she walked into the room, "I think it's time to take the stitches out of my foot."

Dean looked up from the book he had been skimming through, everyone had been doing one thing or another to further the research on the ritual they were still trying to stop, "Come here and sit down." he told her, pushing his chair back from the table.

She walked toward where he sat and jumped up on to the table, scooting back and pulling her foot up for him to inspect. "It looks pretty closed up to me." she commented.

"Yeah, it looks a lot better " He looked at the wound carefully, it wasn't completely closed yet but it looked more like a shallow cut and less like the giant gash it had been. "This isn't going to feel good." he told her, "You don't have the booze in your system to numb it."

"And I don't plan on drinking for a very long time." Ana shook her head at the thought of that night, "I'm a big girl, not the first time I've had stitches removed." she assured him. Dean's brow scrunched for a moment before he stood up and went to get the first aid kit.

"How'd you get that?" John asked, walking over to stand next to her. When she'd come into the room everyone gave her a moment of their attention, but John had stayed focused on her. He had spent most of the night and morning processing the thought that he had a granddaughter and it was something that wasn't coming easy for him.

Ana studied John a moment before answering, "Uh… I got drunk, shattered the bottle of whiskey and stepped on a piece of glass." she explained, purposefully leaving out the part about being up on the table they were all currently working on and pulling out her best drunken dance moves.

John shook his head, "Is that how you got this?" he traced the freshly healed split in her forehead with his finger, it was going to leave a scar.

The touch caused her to jump slightly and she frowned because of it, "Yeah, hit my head pretty hard." she answered, "I think it's safe to say that I won't be drinking again any time soon."

"I remember those same words coming out of Dean's mouth when he was about your age." John commented, turning to see his son come back in the room with the first aid kit in hand, "That didn't last long though."

Dean scoffed, "I have done some stupid things while drunk, but even as a kid I never decided table dancing was a smart thing to do while completely wasted."

At the mention of table dancing the attention of everyone in the room turned to her, causing her to blush. "I missed the table dancing?" Connor sounded offended.

"Trust me, it wasn't my best show." Ana told him with a small smile, receiving a wink in return.

"God, that is enough from you two." Dean made a sound of disgust as she rifled through the kit to find what he needed.

Charlie snickered, "Are you really getting after your daughter for flirting? Your daughter?" she raised an eyebrow at the man, "There should be some things in this world that don't surprise you, Dean, and that your daughter is probably as much of a flirt as you are is one of them."

"You know, she's got a point." Ana agreed, holding back a laugh as Dean scowled at both of the red headed women. She watched as he sat down and took her foot in one hand, scissors in the other began to clip at the stitches. "So, do we have any idea on who this new demon is?" she looked around at everyone, hoping that the talk would distract her once Dean started to actually pull the stitches out.

Sam sighed and shook his head, "With how little we have to go on we haven't been able to find much of anything. We have narrowed it down a little or we think we have."

"Narrowed it down to what?" She asked, wincing slightly at the strange sensation of the stitching thread being pulled through her skin.

"We're thinking he's a Knight of Hell." He answered, flipping back through the notes he'd jotted down.

Ana's eyebrows raised at that, "A Knight of Hell? That doesn't sound pleasant at all. What's made you narrow it down to that?"

"So Cas said that Barbas was pretty powerful, right? Almost Lilith powerful. With this new demon being more powerful than Barbas we were thinking that he had to be ranking even closer to Lilith's amount of power. Knights of Hell, as far as we can tell, are not only extremely powerful, but highly revered by most other demons." Sam explained. "The visions you had of us, did you ever see any of Abaddon?"

She scrunched up her nose and frowned at her father as he pulled out the last stitch, "Yeah, I caught quite a bit about that bitch."

Dean scoffed at her description, "Yeah, well, she was a Knight."

"Ah Hell." Ana groaned, Abaddon had been near impossible to take down and if they were up against another Knight of Hell, they had their work cut out for them. "So I'm guessing we haven't heard back from either of the angels?"

Sam shook his head, "No and we've pretty much hit a stand still with what little information we have. Now we get to play the waiting game."

-A-

The waiting game, as Sam had dubbed it, was taking far too long for Ana's liking. Everyone was growing impatient and no matter how much they prayed to either angel, neither were showing up. After eating lunch Connor had decided that they needed to spend some time on studying witchcraft, but they could only do so much of that before both witches had enough. When they were done Sam and Dean wanted to work on her hunters training, though Dean still wasn't happy about it. "I'm going to give you every advantage I can to protect yourself, there's too much going on right now that we don't know about." Her father explained as he and Sam led Ana and Charlie to the training room.

They paired off, Charlie started out with Dean, he and Sam wanted to make sure that she was able to take care of herself for when she was working alone. Ana and Sam had picked up where they left off with their last lesson, which was with offensive attacks. They had spent a lot of time on defensive moves last time, if she was in a fight and didn't have the upper hand knowing when to block and dodge was going to keep her alive, or Sam said. Now that they were reversed and Ana was the one attacking Sam, she began to realize that it was going to take her a lot more training before she was anywhere near as quick as the brothers.

Dean and Charlie had paused in their sparring to watch Ana go at Sam with a fake left and then full right swing, but he easily blocked the move and pushed her back. "You're thinking too much." Dean stated as he walked over to his brother and daughter. "Most of the things that are going to attack you are going to be faster and have ten times the experience that you do. You can't over think it or they'll see your next move coming a mile away." He tapped Sam on the shoulder, signaling the younger Winchester to stand aside. Squaring his stance, he pulled his arms up in front of his chest, "You ready?"

I sliver of fear went through her body. She had never sparred with Dean, but she knew he could be ruthless and she didn't think she was prepared for that. Bringing up her own arms, she gave him a stiff nod, it was going to hurt. The speed at which Dean extended his right arm was something she was at least a little prepared for, Ana was aware of how fast he could move when he needed to and he wasn't holding back that speed at all as he threw his first punch. Taking a step back to steady herself, Ana pulled her left arm up just quick enough to block his first hit, but his left hand quickly followed and caught her in the side. Thankfully he wasn't using his full strength otherwise she probably would have fallen to the floor and curled up in a ball, but the pain from his hit was bearable.

"There's always going to be another hit. Unless you know for a fact that whatever you're up against is dead, always be ready for another hit." Dean instructed, backing up from her a little, giving her a moment to regain focus. Once she had taken back a defensive stance he advanced again and they continued on.

-A-

After about a half an hour taking turns attacking and defending, Dean began to notice that Ana was slowing down. Honestly she had been doing a lot better than he thought she would. The girl didn't complain when she took a particularly hard hit, she was learning quick, and he was pleased with how well she was doing. "Alright, kid, I think that's enough for the day." he stated after he'd kicked her legs out from underneath her and pinning her to the ground. Standing up, he offered her his hand.

"Oh thank God!" Ana took his hand and stood up with a wince. "Don't get me wrong, I'm more than happy to learn, but damn, dad, take it easy on a girl."

Dean scoffed, "Next demon you come face to face with isn't going to take it easy on you."

"Like any demon I come across is going to fight fair." Ana pointed out, wiping a hand across her forehead to rid it of sweat.

"Not my point and you know it." He retorted, "There is a chance that you'll come across some sort of ugly at some point in time and whatever it is won't take it easy on you. Their goal will be to kill you and if you're not prepared that's exactly what will happen."

Ana reached for the water bottle that Sam and dropped off earlier, after it became clear that Dean and Ana weren't going to be stopping any time soon he and Charlie had left them to it, only stopping back in to bring them each a water. "I know." she took a drink of water, "You want me to be prepared for anything, I get that, but I'm not only going to have my body to defend myself. If I need to I will be able to use my magic."

Dean nodded, taking a drink of his own water, "I don't want you relying on that though. If something goes wrong and for some reason you can't do anything with your witchy powers I want to know you have a solid chance fighting it out with your hands."

"How'd she do?" John asked from the doorway, having walked up as Dean finished speaking.

"Seeing as how this is only her second lesson, she's doing pretty good." Dean answered, walking toward the door.

John mulled over the answer, "By the sounds of it she could make a pretty good hunter. Her aim alone is better than most of the men I ran into while I was hunting."

Dean scowled at his father, "She's not going to be a hunter." He looked to Ana, "We've already talked about it. This is just so she can protect herself in a situation where she has to."

"Which I am completely okay with." Ana chimed in, "I'm glad that I'm getting the training, but I honestly don't think I would do well being a full fledge hunter. Once this demon business is taken care of and I'm not on Hell's ten most wanted list I'd like to go back to an almost normal life. I was actually thinking of starting college next fall before all this crap started."

At the mention of school John raised an eyebrow at his oldest son, "You sure she's your kid and not Sam's?"

"Trust me, she's mine." Dean answered John, his eyes still focused on his daughter, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He was glad that she wanted to do something other than hunt, maybe his dream of her having a normal life wasn't completely crushed. "Alright, let's get cleaned up and have some dinner."

The three generations of Winchester's walked down the hall together in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. John veered off into the room he had taken over last night, leaving Ana and Dean to head for their rooms, each wanting to wash up before they went to meet the rest of the group. As Ana grabbed clean clothes out of her bedroom, her thoughts drifted to the angels that they hadn't heard from in almost a full day. Worry had slowly began to sink in earlier that day, neither was answering the prayers sent to them and Cas wasn't picking up his phone. What if something had gone wrong? The words had been through her head countless times since she'd woken up.

"Gabriel? Look, I know you can hear me and I know I've been bugging you a lot today, but I'm starting to worry. You go off looking for answers and the only answer we could come up with wasn't pretty… I just want to know you and Castiel are okay, alright?" She spoke into the silence of her room, "So at least have Cas give my dad a call or something. Please?"

When there was no response she sighed and gathered up the clean clothes she had picked out, making her way to her bathroom with a frown. Making sure she was thoroughly clean, Ana quickly got out of the shower, dried off, and hurried into her dark blue skinny jeans and button down white shirt. She was a firm believer that shoes were only necessary when going out in the cold and since she was stuck inside the bunker until the ritual was stopped once and for all, she was more than happy to walk around in just socks.

She ran her finger through her damp hair as she entered the library and stopped quickly as she almost ran into Connor, "Oh, hey, I was just going to come look for you." He said with a grin as he stood completely still, keeping their bodies extremely close together.

Ana looked up at him, "Find something new?" she asked, not moving either. They had talked about playing games, what better time to start than now.

"No, I just missed you." The grin growing a bit wider as he realized she wasn't going to back down either.

"Well," she drew the word out, her lips forming a sly smile, "I'm right here, what now?" she bit her bottom lip just the tiniest bit, watching with satisfaction as his eyes landed on her mouth.

"You two have it so bad!" Charlie told them, having paid attention to most of their interaction.

Connor's eyes flicked up from her mouth to her eyes before he looked over his shoulder at Charlie, "She has it worse."

"They have what so bad?" Sam asked, looking up from his laptop, having been so focused on it that he'd missed everything but Charlie's comment.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at Sam, "The hots for each other. It's so obvious!" she explained.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Ana told her, walking around Connor and into the room, "Mister southern drawl just thinks he can out play me at my own game."

"Oh, I know I can, sweetheart." Connor countered, turning and walking back toward the spot at the table that he had basically claimed as his own.

Ana scoffed as she took a seat, "I'm Dean Winchester's daughter, it's in my freaking DNA."

Sam watched the two bicker before exchanging a look with Charlie, "Dean's going to kill him." he told her softly as to not draw the younger two's attention.

"No," Charlie shook her head, "I don't think so. He secretly likes Connor, maybe not completely, but enough to trust him with the care of his one and only child."

"Wanna make a bet?" Sam offered.

"You two are not betting on us." Ana interrupted and laughed at their expressions, each confused as to how she had heard them while she was still talking to Connor, "You guys whisper like old women, which means you were talking at a level just below yelling." Connor and Ana both broke out into hysterical laughter at the looks they received from Sam and Charlie.

"What are you two girls laughing about?" Dean asked as he walked into the room, freshly showered.

Ana looked over her shoulder at him, "Just how much of an old woman your brother is."

Dean glanced back and forth between the two pairs sitting at opposite ends of the table, "I've been saying that for a while now." he commented with a shrug.

"I am not an old woman!" Sam argued, frowning at his older brother.

"No, you just whisper like one." Ana smiled, "We could hear you on the opposite end of the table."

Dean sat down in between the two bickering groups, raising an eyebrow at Sam and Charlie, "What were you two whispering about anyway?"

Charlie grinned, "We may be planning a little wager."

"You're not allowed to be on that!" Ana snapped, glaring at the older red head. "Plus, there won't be anything to bet on because the foundation that your bet depends on isn't going to happen."

"It's not?" Connor leaned closer to her, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, it's totally going to happen." Charlie nudged Sam, the pair sharing a knowing look.

Dean sighed, "What's not going to happen? I obviously missed something." he looked from side to side, shooting a glare at each group.

"Nothing." Ana told him, giving a threatening look across the table.

Charlie gave Ana a smirk before turning her attention back to Dean, "Ana and Connor are totally going to hook up!" the words ran together and were basically yelled.

"No we are not!" Ana shook her head.

Dean slowly turned his attention from Charlie and Sam to Connor, the glare he fixed on the younger man promising death, "If you even think about it…" he began to warn before he was being cut off by his daughter shoving back her chair and standing up quickly.

"This conversation is not happening." Ana stated and headed toward the kitchen.

"Hell yeah it is!" Dean snapped, "No way in Hell are you hooking up with anyone, including Connor."

Ana spun on her heel, glaring at her father, "And what are you going to do to stop that?" she raised an eyebrow, "I'm old enough to decide who I will and won't hook up with."

Dean stood up from his chair, "No you are not."

"You were probably screwing girls when you were younger than me and obviously you were by the time you were my age. I'm proof!" Ana argued.

"Obviously I wasn't old enough then because if I had been you wouldn't have happened!" He snapped. Ana's face fell, anger quickly turning to hurt at his words. The look on her face made him think about what he just said, "I didn't mean it like that."

Shaking her head, she fought back tears at the feeling that spread through her, "Sure you didn't." she muttered before turning around and leaving the room.

"Ana!" Dean moved toward the direction she went, but was pulled short by a familiar hand on his shoulder.

"Dean…" Sam kept him from chasing after the girl, "Just give her a minute."

Connor stood up, "I'll go check on her." he stated, giving Dean a disapproving glance before heading out of the room.

"She has to know that I didn't mean it like that." Dean grumbled, the ache of self hatred sinking in as he remembered his own words.

-A-

Connor had gone directly for Ana's bedroom, assuming that she had run off there. He took in a deep breath as he stood by the closed door and paused, he could hear her crying on the other side. "Ana?" he knocked softly.

"Go away, Connor." Her voice was clear enough that she had to be close to the door, probably sitting in front of it.

"If you don't let me in, I'll push the door and you aside." He warned, though his tone was still soft. The look on her face as she left the library had been pure pain and he didn't want to make her upset with him too.

There was the sound of movement through the door before she opened it just enough for him to see her face, "What?"

"Let me in." He coaxed, staring into her watery eyes which were already turning red. She slowly opened the door and let him in, closing it again quickly behind him. "You okay?" he asked and then winced at his own stupid question.

"Peachy." She responded sarcastically, wiping the sleeve of her shirt under her eyes.

Connor sighed, stepping closer to her and pulling her into a hug, "You know that Dean didn't mean it the way it sounded, right?" he held her tight as she cried against him, "He's just an idiot."

She smiled slightly and then shook her head, burying her face against his chest, "No, I don't know that. All I've done since we've met is caused problems for him and Sam. I wouldn't want me either."

"Hey," He tried to force her attention up at him, but when she didn't look he placed a finger underneath her chin and pulled it up so she had to look at him, "If anything Dean is happy that you're here. You may not be the easiest person to get along with, Red, but you're worth any problems that come along the way." he assured her, brushing his thumb across her cheek and wiping away a tear.

Ana leaned slightly into his touch, "You trying to sweet talk me?" her eyes focused on his blue ones.

"Is it working?" He asked with a soft smile.

"Maybe a little." She answered honestly as she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him toward her.

Their lips caught in a tender kiss that Connor smiled into, "Maybe more than a little." he corrected her when they parted.

"I'll never admit it." She told him with a smile before he closed the distance between their lips again, his arms holding her body gently against his own and effectively dulling the pain that had moments before filled her.