A/N: So I have good news my readers! For a while I was considering ending the story fairly soon, the amount of traffic it's still getting makes me think that I shouldn't stop just yet. Giant thank you and hellos to recent favorites and follows. Reviews are always welcome and as always, I hope you enjoy my latest chapter :)

The next few days went by pretty slowly. After dealing with a constant threat on Ana's life for weeks on end, the absence of one made for more time for things other than research. That is until Sam came across some newspaper articles in Michigan about people committing ridiculous crimes hours before going missing. Neither brother was entirely sure it was something that called for their help, but it was worth checking into.

Dean was still reluctant to leave Ana and Connor alone in the bunker, but he wasn't going to send Sam off to work a case alone and he knew that his reasoning wasn't good enough to stop hunting altogether. It would take a lot more than the budding relationship to cause the infamous Dean Winchester to quit working the family business. The four stood in the garage as Dean repeated himself for what seemed like the hundredth time, "You have our numbers, if anything comes up give us a call. We'll check in with you at least once a day, but if you don't hear from us get a hold of Cas or Gabe. Be careful any time you leave the bunker and keep everything PG." he added the last part with a glance to Connor, "Got it?"

"Yes, dad, geez. Most of the time you're gone I'm probably going to spend learning about magic anyway. Just be careful and look out for each other, alright? We'll be perfectly fine here." Ana assured her father and uncle, who looked a little less worried to leave the two alone than his brother did.

"Alright, we'll call you when we get there. Don't have too much fun with your witch stuff." He teased with a smile, knowing that he was only drawing out their departure.

Ana returned the smile and moved to hug her father, "Everything is going to be fine. Go kill some monsters and I'll see you soon."

He hugged her back quickly before releasing her and walking to the car, quickly sliding into the driver's seat. Once he and Sam were situated, he started the engine and drove out of the garage with one last look in the rear view mirror at the daughter he was so worried about leaving behind. "She's going to be fine, Dean." Sam's voice broke through his worry as they headed down the road.

"We literally just saved her from the second demon who wanted to use her as a sacrifice, forgive me if I'm a little worried about leaving her so soon." Dean grumbled, pressing his foot down a little harder on the accelerator.

Sam nodded, "You're right, but Cas and Gabe both seem positive that there's nothing else after her. Plus, she held her own against Valac, if something does go wrong she'll be able to defend herself until one of the angels comes to help her."

Dean didn't respond, he had faith in his best friend to keep an extra eye on his daughter when he was busy and it hadn't gone completely missed by him how protective Gabriel seemed to be of Ana as well. He was almost completely positive that she would be fine while he was gone, but even that didn't stop his worry.

-A-

"So you guys are thinking it's a shifter?" Ana asked Dean on the other end of the phone. It had been late when the brothers had checked into a motel room the night before and they had only called long enough to inform her that they had made it safely. Dean had recapped their meetings with the local police and said that the security cameras had caught the telltale eyes flare of a shifter.

"Yeah, most of the crimes are theft. Stolen cars, bank robberies, that sort of thing. Whoever is doing it probably shifts long enough to cover their identity and kills their victim whenever their finished." Sam explained their theory, they had Dean's cell on speaker mode between the two of them as they headed back to their motel room. "We're hoping that there's a pattern with either the sights of the crimes or the homes of the victims to give us a general radius to work with."

Dean grunted in agreement, "Depending on how long it takes us to find this shifter, we may be here a while. How are things going at the bunker?"

Ana sighed, she had been thankful for the distraction of the phone call since she had spent most of the day reading the thick book Connor had given her days before. "It's been pretty quiet. I've been doing a lot of reading and Connor has been teaching me a few simple spells. This place is really big without you two here."

"We'll be back and annoying you before you know it." Sam commented with a smile, it was weird for him to not be with his niece after how close they had gotten in such a short amount of time.

"I have no doubt about that." She laughed, "Well I'll let you guys get back to it. Keep me updated and be safe."

They said a quick goodbye before Sam ended the call and set his brother's phone on the seat between them, "See, I told you that she would be fine."

Dean nodded, "Yeah, I know, alright? You can't really blame me for being worried though." He knew that logically every parent worried about their children and since it hadn't been long since they had met, paired with the threat on her life and the fact that she was staying with a guy that was six years older than her… Dean knew he had at least a little bit of right to worry about his daughter while he was away on the hunt.

-A-

Connor walked from the kitchen to the library with two plates in his hands, catching the tail end of Ana's phone conversation, "Dinner is served m'lady." he joked as he set the plate, holding a sandwich and some cut up melon, down in front of her. They had pretty much spent every meal together since they had met and it didn't take him long to notice her crazy obsession with almost every fruit.

"I'm sure you just slaved over this." she teased, popping a piece of melon in her mouth and letting out a slight moan. "I'll give you one thing, you sure do know how to pick a good cantaloupe."

Connor laughed, "I've always had a way with melons." the joke being too good not to share with her, even though he knew she would give him hell for it.

The girl choked on the fruit and after clearing it from her throat, she shook her head at the man sitting next to her, "You had to do that while I had food in my mouth?" she glared at him.

"So, was that Sam and Dean?" he asked as he pointed at her phone, using the question to change the subject.

Ana nodded, "Sounds like they're after a shifter. Dad said it could take a while before they're back so we may be here a while longer by ourselves." she explained, picking up her sandwich and taking a bite.

"Good. We haven't caused nearly enough havoc while they've been gone." He smirked at her before taking a bite of his sandwich. With the brothers only being gone for close to a full day, the two witches had spent their time focused on Ana's studies. In the spare time they'd had, the two had gone shopping to stock the kitchen and had watched a little pointless TV on Ana's laptop.

"Because that's exactly what I want to do." Her tone was dripping with heavy sarcasm. The time they had spent together had been a little dull, but Ana was glad for it. After dealing with so much demon drama in such a short amount of time it was nice to have a break. "We could do something fun though. I'm honestly getting a little tired of being in here all of the time."

Connor nodded, he was becoming restless as well, "We could always throw a giant party. Invite random people off of the street and just let them go wild in here." he joked, not only would Dean kill him if something like that happened in the bunker, but he also had no real urge to do so. There wasn't a time he could think of since he left his family where he had spent so much time with the same few people and he was really enjoying his time with all of the Winchesters, Ana especially.

"Oh! I've got a better idea!" Ana spoke excitedly, "We could just go outside and start kicking the crap outta each other. They would have the same outcome!" she joked back, shooting him a proud grin.

"Dean has been threatening to do unspeakable things to me for a while and I'm going to assume I really don't want to find out what he means by that." He agreed, "But we should go out and have some fun." The male witch thought for a moment, slowly eating his sandwich as he thought of possibilities. "How would you feel about doing a quick traveling spell and spending some time in Louisiana tonight? I've been meaning to go back for a little bit and now that you're safe, I'd say this is the perfect time."

"New Orleans?" Ana questioned, eyes lighting up. During one of their many talks Connor had explained that though he had initially moved to one of the much smaller cities while he was younger, the moment he was old enough to live on his own he had moved to the city.

He nodded, "Of course. You can meet Diane and the rest of the coven, I can show you around, it'll be a good time." If he was being completely truthful with himself the main reason for the trip was to introduced her to Diane, the witch that had found him after he had run from his family and had helped him follow the right path. He owed everything to the woman who was basically a mother to him and he wanted nothing more than to show Ana off to her.

The instant he mentioned his coven, she grew nervous, "Are you sure? I mean, I would love to meet them… but I'm still pretty new to this and there's no telling how my magic is going to react around more than one witch."

"Trust me, you'll be fine. I trust these witches with my life and I wouldn't bring you around them unless I knew it was safe." He explained, having already thought about it quite a bit.

She seemed to think on his words for a minute, "Alright, I'm in, but I'm going to change before we leave. No way in hell am I going to meet a coven of witches looking like this." gesturing to her sweats and bleach stained tee shirt as she stood up.

Connor couldn't help but to smile at her, the clothes were clearly old and well loved, and her hair was in a sloppy bun atop her head. "You just look a little homeless." he teased, standing to clear their plates off of the table.

"I make homeless look good." The comment was snapped back as she turned to head toward her bedroom, wanting to get ready so they could leave soon.

"That you do." He muttered to himself as he entered the kitchen. When the mess from their dinner was cleaned up Connor began to prepare the spell that would take them to his apartment in New Orleans. Before he had come to teach Ana it had been a while since he had to use a spell to teleport, but because she was still learning he wanted to make sure she understood the spell well before she tried to control her teleportation powers. The Mohr and Good lines were known for birthing some of the most powerful natural witches the world has seen. As far as records showed Connor was proving to be the most powerful in his line and he knew that once Ana was in full control of her powers that she would surpass her ancestors with ease. None the less he knew that it would be better to make sure she had an understanding of the simple stuff before even considering teaching her to teleport.

By the time she had changed into jeans and a nice green sweater, Connor had all of the ingredients for the spell on the table in the library. "I'm not going to be too warm in this, am I?" she asked, tugging at the sleeves of her sweater, "I'm so used to the cold autumns in Montana that I completely forgot the weather will be different down there."

Connor shrugged, "It won't be too cold, but it will probably get a bit chilly. You should be fine in that, plus, the color suits you." he answered, waving her over toward the table, "I've got everything you need here for the spell, get to work."

"I've only ever done this once and you helped me put most of that together, now you want me to do it on my own?" Ana questioned with a raised eyebrow, not wanting to think about what would happen to them if she did something wrong.

"You can do it, we've gone over it enough that you shouldn't have any problems. Give yourself a little credit and try the spell."

There was a moment's hesitation on her face before she took a deep breath and walked over to the table, taking in the ingredients he had laid across the table. Without thinking about it too hard, Ana began to put things into the brass bowl that Connor had set on the table. Thankfully the spell called for an herb mixture, nothing creepy like blood or bones needed to be used, and the incantation was on the shorter side. Unlike teleportation spells that other witches used, this one pulled on the residing ability to teleport and enhanced it without actually using the skill itself. As Ana finished placing the last herbs in the bowl, she began to recite the incantation, pulling on the power inside of her to set the contents of the bowl aflame. Seconds after the incantation was finished they were no longer standing in the bunker, but in the middle of the living room in a nice apartment. "I did it." she spoke, a little surprised.

Connor turned and smiled at her, "I knew you could. Welcome to my apartment." he added the last part as he gestured to the room around him.

"So, I've been wondering something." Ana said as she turned in a small circle to take in the room. "We have no idea how long you're going to need to stick around to teach me everything, are you going to keep this place the whole time?"

"That's one of the reasons I needed to come back. I'm going to grab the rest of my things and let the landlord know that I'm moving out. It came furnished so the only things here are the rest of my clothes, my trunk full of magic supplies, and the collection of books in my room." He explained, "But we'll deal with this all after we're done. Let's go outside." Connor grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door, excited to see her reaction to the city he had grown to love.

Ana giggled slightly as she let him lead her out the door, down the stairs that took up the center of the small building and out onto the street. The sun had already set and the streets were lit up in a mixture of artificial and moon light. "Where are we going?" she asked as they walked down the street.

"To the best place in New Orleans. They say that all of the crazies herd to the French Quarter when the sun goes down, but in reality it's just a few supernatural creatures. Most of the time it's just one or two other than the witches in my coven, every so often we come across more, but it's rare." Connor led her across the street when there was a break in traffic. "But there's enough witches where I'm taking you that if there are a couple of shifters or vampires, you still won't be in any danger."

She glanced at him, "Maybe it would have been nice to know that before we left the bunker?" Not that she was technically afraid of whatever could be in the same city she was, but she was still dealing with the nightmares from her face off with both Barbas and Valac. Getting attacked by some run of the mill creature would probably only add on to that.

As he thought about it he realized that she had a point, but then a separate thought struck him, "Honestly, there's no telling what you could come across when you're out of the bunker. You could be in class with monsters when you start college, there could be a shifter or werewolf in your dorm building. Half of the people in any city you're in at any given point could be possessed by demons…" he trailed, realizing that he was rambling, "My point is that you need to be prepared for anything and since you're learning both how to be a hunter and a witch, I'm pretty sure we'll cover every base there is to cover."

They walked in silence for a while as Ana thought over what he had just said and he had an incredibly valid point. Just as they reached the Quarter, she stepped in front of him, cutting off his stride, "You're right and I don't know why I haven't thought about that before. I guess now that I know that it's all real, it's a lot scarier to think about."

"You didn't grow up in this like most natural witches do and I understand why you may be scared by it, but Ana, you threw a Knight of Hell around a room like he was a freaking toy. If you're ever in danger before you feel you've been trained enough, you just have to focus on your magic and let it lead you." Connor explained, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. "Now, come on, we're almost at Diane's shop."

While Connor led her the rest of the way to the small magic shop that Diane owned, Ana took in the beauty of the buildings that lined the streets of the Quarter. Though she knew nothing about architecture, buildings had always been a thing that she admired, and the older they were, the better. Something about the graceful aging of the buildings lining the street made her feel at peace or maybe it was the fact that she was finally letting go of the stress from the past few weeks.

"Here we are." Connor's words pulled her out of her thoughts and directed her attention toward the door that was in front of them. There was no sign stating a business name and if you looked through the windows the only things you could see were book shelves. He caught Ana looking at it in confusion as he pulled her toward the door, "Diane didn't want to lure in tourists, but those in the witch community know where it's at." he explained, opening the door for her.

Ana nodded as she passed through the doorway, her attention quickly falling on the simple yet elegant room. The book shelves that you could see through the window were almost as tall as the ceiling and almost as wide as some of the ones that were in the bunker. The shelves only took up a row, leaving a wide stretch of the room separated into different sections. From where she stood just inside the door it looked like there was an entire display case devoted to stones of different shapes and colors, there were herbs hanging from a wide patch of wall, taking up the entire space from the ceiling to the floor. As she took a couple more steps inside she could see that around the corner there was a display of candles on shelves which stood next to a separate display of what looked like ceremonial objects; daggers, chalices, altar cloths, and bowls of different sizes. The smell in the large room was lovely, mostly sandalwood by what she could tell, but there was also hints of things Ana didn't recognize. It was calming and energizing all at the same time, it just felt like pure magic and Ana wanted nothing more than to stay there forever.

The shop itself had belonged to a different witch in their coven before Diane took over with some of Connor's help. The two of them had lived outside of the city for some time and it wasn't long after Connor moved that Diane followed. They easily fell in with the coven that was in place out of the shop and after the leader decided to leave, he had handed over ownership of his shop and coven to Diane. "The energy in here is amazing, isn't it?" Connor asked, moving behind Ana and placing a hand at the base of her spine. The look of wonder and comfort in her eyes making it clear that she could feel it just as much as she could.

"We do aim to please." A warm, alto voice came from the back of the room. There was a doorway covered by a long, silver cloth just in the corner of the very back wall and it was pushed aside to reveal the owner of the soothing voice. The woman smiled warmly at the young couple as she crossed the room, "Connor! How I've missed you." she greeted him warmly, moving to wrap him in a hug the moment she was close enough.

Ana took the moment of their embrace to take in the woman, who must have been Diane, and though she looked to be in her fifties there was an aura surrounding her that made Ana think she was much older. Diane stood just short of Connor's height, making her at least half a foot taller than Ana. Her silver hair fell from her head in a straight sheet to the mid of her back, the color making her skin tone seem a bit darker than it actually was. The older woman wore a long sleeved teal colored blouse, a floor length black shirt, and she didn't seem to be wearing any shoes, which made Ana smile.

"I missed you too." Connor assured her, embracing his mentor for a long moment before releasing his hold and turning Diane toward Ana. "Diane Richardson, meet Anastasia Winchester." he introduced the two with a happy smile, "Ana, this is Diane."

Diane beamed at the girl standing in front of her, "Oh, Ana, dear! It's such a pleasure to meet you." the older woman extended her hand.

Ana smiled a little shyly, "It's very nice to meet you as well." she placed her hand in the gentle grasp of the elder witch and was shocked when the woman didn't move to shake it, but moved it so that her hand was pressed between both of Diane's.

"I must be honest, I was a little weary when Connor explained that he had been summoned by an angel, but when he told me that there was a descendant of Sarah Good in need of his help… Well, I couldn't have been more thrilled!" Diane explained, the warm, welcoming expression never leaving her face. Keeping her hold on Ana's hand, Diane turned the young girl and wrapped tucked Ana's arm through her own so that she could lead the girl toward the large gathering room that was just through the curtain she had come through. "It does seem that you've helped him as much as he's been helping you, I can already tell you have made more headway keeping him in line than I ever could."

Connor scoffed as he followed behind them, knowing very well that he was being picked on, "I was never much trouble for you, Diane."

"Don't you believe that for one minute." Diane told Ana in a low tone, causing the girl to laugh softly.

Ana glanced over her shoulder at Connor before looking back to Diane, "If you want to thank someone for keeping him in line, you can thank my father."

The expression on Diane's face seemed to falter for a moment, letting through a hint of worry, "Ah, yes, the infamous Dean Winchester. How is he handling the fact that his only daughter is a which?" she asked tentatively. It was no secret the distaste that Dean held for witches and Diane hoped that he wasn't having a hard time with the fact that Ana was something he would normally hunt down.

"Diane…" Connor warned, knowing that she was only worried, but he still felt like it was a personal question.

Surprisingly Ana didn't feel offended in the least by how forward Diane was being, "Taking into account how many times both my dad and uncle have had to deal with a borrower, they've both handled it really well. I think the fact that we all had to deal with my transition together makes it a little easier. The biggest problem Dean has had with the whole thing is how much time I have to spend with Connor."

The girl's comment made Diane laugh, "Well, I can understand where Dean is coming from. Connor is pure trouble." she teased, shooting the boy a smile as she released Ana's arm just as they reached the curtain. "Xavier, Danika, William, and Gregory are already here." the comment was made to Connor and then Diane's brown eyes were focused back on Ana, "Are you ready to meet the rest of our coven?" she asked the young girl.

Ana only nodded in response, feeling her nervousness getting the best of her and as she watched Diane pull the curtain back so they could enter, she felt Connor's hand wrapped around her own in a comforting gesture. As the group of three entered the room, the attention of all four of its occupants turned to them. "Connor!" A booming voice filled the room as the burliest of the men moved toward them, "It's great to see you." sticking his arm out as if to shake hands.

"William, it's been a while. You returned shortly after I left, didn't you?" Connor asked, as he clasped his free hand around the man's forearm, William copying the hold and they gave their arms a quick shake before releasing their grasp.

The tall, blond man nodded, "About a day or so. It's been really different with you gone, glad that you've come by. And this must be your new friend, Anastasia, is it?" William asked, looking down at the short girl next to Connor.

"Ana." she corrected with a soft smile, "It's nice to meet you." though even as she said the words, she wasn't sure if she was actually pleased to meet the man or in fear of him. William stood at almost the same height that Sam did, but he was larger than her uncle could ever get. The muscles in his arms alone were wider than the width of Ana's neck and he didn't get much smaller anywhere else.

"The pleasure is all mine, Ana." William gave her a warm smile and it was then that she realized that what his size did to scare her, the warmth in his eyes and his soft smile counteracted it. "Come, meet everyone else!" he added, the southern drawl much more prominent in his voice than it was in Connor's, he must have lived there longer than Connor had.

Connor gave her hand a squeeze and then gave her a reassuring smile as they walked toward the rest of his coven. William had stepped aside to talk with Diane as Connor introduced the three remaining members in the room. Xavier and Danika were brother and sister, which wasn't hard to tell. Xavier stood just a few inches taller than his sister, but they both had the same chocolate brown hair color and olive complexions. One of the only big differences between the two was their eye colors, Danika's being an almost grey blue while Xavier's were a golden brown. Then there was Gregory, the shortest of the men within the group, but what he lacked in height he made up with in charm. His caramel skin was flawless and the brown of his eyes was so deep that Ana was convinced a person could literally get lost looking into them for too long. The black hair atop his hair was buzzed short and his strong jawline was framed by a short cut, well groomed beard. As the two were introduced, Gregory kissed the back of Ana's hand and began to compliment her on her beauty. "Alright, Greg, don't scare the girl off." Connor teased with a smile.

Their introductions were quick and the entire group seemed extremely friendly as well as a little excited to have Ana joining them for the night. As the conversation slowly turned from Ana's arrival to what they would be working on that night, she pulled Connor's attention to her, "How many natural witches are in this group?" she questioned. From what she learned from the books he'd given her, naturals were rarely heard of and if that was because they didn't want to be found or because there just weren't many left, no one was certain of.

"Just you, me, and Diane." Connor told her softly, "These four are students, though they've all been practicing for many years."

She nodded at the new information and took in each person in the room again, focusing on the energy rolling off of each of them in turn before deciding that these were people she wouldn't mind doing magic with or learning from. That night was all about catching up with Connor and getting to know Ana though. They chatted as a group for a while and she was really enjoying herself, which should have been the first hint that something was going to go wrong. Her cell phone began to vibrate in her pocket and after quickly digging it out, she only glanced at the screen long enough to see Sam's name before she answered it, "Sam, how's the hunt going?"

"Ana?! Something happened, Dean's hurt pretty bad and Castiel isn't answering any of my prayers." Sam spoke quickly, panic in his tone.

Connor watched as Ana's face paled. Grabbing her arm, he led her quickly back past the curtain so she could take the call in some amount of privacy. "How bad is it?" she asked, flicking worried eyes to Connor, of course one of them would get hurt on this hunt. Winchester's weren't allowed breaks from anything.

"It's bad, I've tried to stop the bleeding but I can't. I won't be able to get him to the hospital in time and unless you or Cas come to help I don't know if he'll make it." Sam hurriedly explained.

"Dean's hurt, Cas isn't answering, we need to get to them now." Ana told Connor, fear in her eyes at the thought of her father being so seriously injured.

Connor began to quickly move around the shop, grabbing a dagger and candle off of a nearby display, "You're not ready to teleport and this is the next quickest form of transportation." he explained as he walked back over to her. Using his powers the light the candle, he grabbed the hit of the dagger, "I need your blood." the words were barely out of his mouth before he grabbed her hand, opened up the palm, and cut a thin line across her palm.

Ana hissed at the sudden pain, "Ana? What's wrong?" Sam asked, having heard her over the phone.

"Nothing. We'll be there shortly." she assured him, looking at Connor for instructions on what to do next. Holding her hand over the flame, he let three drops of her blood drop onto the flame before saying a quick spell and then suddenly they were standing next to Sam, who was knelt next to the bleeding form of his brother that lay on the asphalt of the alleyway. "Dad!" Ana knelt down next to Sam and looked over her father's wounds. There was a long cut across his abdomen, starting up near his heart and ending in a curve around his hip. From what she could tell that was the injury she needed to be worrying about.

Sam had taken off his jacket and was applying pressure to the wound, looking up from his brother's pained face to focus on his niece's worried expression, "Is there anything you can do?" he asked. They hadn't talked in much detail about how her studies were going, but he hoped she or Connor knew enough to fix Dean.

"Connor, I tucked a bag of spell supplies in the trunk of the Impala. I need you to get it for me." Ana instructed, her voice surprisingly calm for the fear that was in her eyes. She didn't look up from her father when Connor ran to the car parked just next to them or to even look at Sam, "I can close the wound and stop the bleeding, but if he's lost too much blood... I'm not sure there's anything I can do about that."

Sam nodded, glancing up as Connor ran back to them with a medium sized bag in his hands, and then turning his attention back to his brother, "He's lost more blood than this before, we just need to stop it before it get worse." he explained hopefully, applying more pressure to the wound.

Taking the bag from Connor's hand, Ana quickly opened it and began to dig through it's contents, pulling out only what she knew she needed. "Is there anyway I can help?" Connor asked, kneeling next to Dean on the opposite side of the other two Winchesters.

"No, I'm almost done." Ana's response was short and she finished mixing the last of the ingredients in the bowl. "Move Sam." she instructed, placing the bowl directly on top of Dean's wound once Sam's hands were out of the way. Waving a hand over the bowl, a small fire started in the center of the herbs in the bowl and as it grew she began to recite a spell in Latin. Just as the herbs became completely burnt through and Ana finished the spell, a soft wind blew around them and Dean sucked in a deep breath. Moving the bowl off of her father, Ana threw himself down on the man, and hugged him tightly.

Dean looked back and forth between Sam and Connor before wrapping his arms around his daughter, returning her hug. The pain that had almost knocked him unconscious was now gone and though he was certain he was no longer bleeding out, he was still in some minor pain. "Hey, thanks for patching me up, kid." he spoke softly to Ana, feeling her tremble in his arm.

She nodded as she pushed herself off of him and stood to her feet, letting Sam help her dad to stand as well. "So is the bastard that did this to you dead?"

Sam shook his head, "We almost had him when out of nowhere he pulled an ugly looking blade out and got the jump on Dean. I shot him, but he ran off."

"Dad, you should go rest at whatever motel room you guys have been staying in. I was able to close up the wound and stop the bleeding, but you still lost quite a bit of blood and shouldn't be doing much. Sam, you should take him." Ana looked at Connor, "You and I are going to hunt down this shifter."

Dean scoffed, "Like hell you are. I'm fine, we can still hunt this thing down." he argued, even though he knew that he was leaning a bit too much into his little brother to make the statement seem true.

Ana sighed, "Do not make me lock you inside of the Impala, it will be extremely uncomfortable for you while your body continues to heal and probably really boring." she warned, "Not four days ago we took down a Knight of Hell, a shifter isn't going to be able to do much to either Connor or I. Plus, freaking monsters need to learn to leave my family alone."

Before he began to argue again, Dean felt extremely light headed and even more of his weight needed to be held up by Sam. "Ana, I don't think it's smart for you two to go after him alone. We can start looking for him together tomorrow after Dean's had some time to heal up." Sam spoke up, not wanting to have to worry about his brother healing correctly while worrying about his niece being up against a shifter without them to look out for her.

Giving her weakened father a long look, Ana finally nodded, "Fine, the last thing you need is to worry about me out hunting when you need to be resting. We'll go after it tomorrow." she agreed, moving to help Sam get Dean in the back seat of the Impala. There was nothing she wanted more than to go find the shifter and snap his neck for hurting her dad, but as she calmed down in the back seat watching her dad sleep next to her, she questioned if she really had it in her to kill the shifter.