Author's Note at the end. :)

Wolves at the Door - Bad Seed Rising

Wild eyed, he is dressed to the nines

The moon is hanging above him like a halo on fire

Black hands, he's out there looking for lambs

You better lock up the mansion baby, throw away the key

'Cause wolves are at the door

Don't let them in cause you know what they came for

Full blown silver tongue

Keep one eye open and your hand on the shotgun

Oh what a innocent child, what a beautiful prey

When those wolves come around, you better keep them away

-A-

Being a witch had many perks, one of which was glamour spells. It made falsifying paperwork to get a real ID, stating that she was twenty-one and not nineteen, so much easier than it would have been otherwise. Ana was extremely thankful that she had thought to do that shortly after arriving on campus, wanting to make sure she could get in anywhere she wanted without having to fight about being so young. That was what made it possible for her to be sitting at the bar, in a rather upscale joint, that she never would have set foot in if it weren't for the case she was following. She had heard about one murder so far where the female victim's heart was missing and it had instantly spiked her interest. Colorado Springs wasn't too far of a drive from the college, but Ana probably would have gone to check it out anyway, she was becoming restless avoiding her classes and hiding in her dorm room. Since there had only been one reported victim so far, other hunters wouldn't have picked up on the case yet, but once she had reached the city and found a cheap motel room, she had done a spell and it pointed her to the werewolf she was certain had murdered the poor girl.

Ana was aware that the full moon wasn't for another two weeks, which meant that the wolf she was after was a pure-blood and that she had her work cut out for her. Sitting at the bar, her eyes focused on the large gold plating that lined the wall, making it easy for her to look around the room without drawing too much attention to herself. The first night she spent in the city she had a vision of the room she sat in, getting glimpses of the monster as he hunted for his next victim, and Ana knew that she had to be there to stop him from taking any other unexpecting woman. Her eyes roamed slowly from one end of the reflective surface to the other as she nursed the martini in her hand, that was honestly pretty gross, but she was sticking to the roll that she had set out for herself before leaving the motel for the bar. Her eyes landed on the man from her vision and she swore, though he looked to be at least ten years older than her, she had to admit that he was extremely good looking. He was tall with a muscular body that was wrapped amazingly in a black on black suit and his brown hair was kept short and neat. Alright, here goes nothing, she thought to herself as she stood from the chair she had been sitting in.

The plan had been to grab his attention and let him think that he had found his next victim in her, but that all hindered on Ana actually getting his attention without throwing herself at him. Her long red hair fell over her shoulder and down her back in loose waves, covering up part of the skin on her back that was revealed by the tight black dress that clung to her body. The tall black, strappy heels she wore clicked against the floor as she moved through the crowd, making sure that she walked just past the monster. She could feel the controlled hostility vibrating off of him as she got closer and knew that he had killed more than the one woman that had recently been found. Just as she was about to pass him, her green eyes flicked up to meet his deep brown ones and in that instant she knew that she had him where she needed him.

Ana held his gaze as she walked past him, listening as he excused himself from the conversation he was having with three other men and began to follow behind her. This was going to be tricky, her outfit was too tight and revealing to hide any weapons and she had to keep a damper on her powers otherwise he would probably be able to sense them before she was ready to fight him. If she didn't play this just right she could end up seriously hurt or dead, but she had to do this. Stepping out the glass doors and on to the street, she walked toward the edge of the sidewalk as if she were waiting for a taxi to drive by. "Leaving so early?" A smooth, low voice came from behind her. Jumping, Ana feigned surprise and spun to see the man standing just in front of the doors. "My apologizes, I didn't mean to scare you, but I couldn't help but notice a beautiful woman leaving so early in the night and alone at that."

She forced herself to give him a convincing smile, red lips parting in a soft laugh, "Oh, no, it's okay. I just didn't know you were there."

"Mind if I ask why you're alone?" He took a couple steps toward her, returning her smile with a small one of his own.

"I was supposed to meet a date, but he's a half hour late." Ana shrugged slightly, acting as if she was brushing it off, "Figured I should leave before I make an even bigger fool of myself."

He seemed to be laying on his best charm as he stared into her eyes, "A woman as gorgeous as you could never make a fool of themselves. The fool in this situation would be the man that stood you up, but as the saying goes, one man's loss is another man's gain." he chose that moment to give her a wide smile, "My name is Devin." he extended his hand.

Ana placed her hand in his, "Vanessa, it's nice to meet you." she gave him the name that she had decided to use before she left the motel.

"I assure you Vanessa, the pleasure is all mine." Devin brought her hand toward his lips and placed a small kiss on the top of it. "If you're not too set on leaving I would love to take you back inside and buy you a drink."

Well this should be fun. The thought was full of sarcasm as she watched Devin for a moment, "I guess that doesn't sound like such a bad offer." She seemed to contemplate his offer, knowing very well that she didn't want to waste any more time than she had to. This was the werewolf she was after and Ana just wanted to get it over with, the guy gave her the creeps even through all of his charm. "Though I'd much rather skip the drinks and move on to the main course." she offered with a suggestive smile.

The smile that spread across Devin's lips was a little too animalistic for Ana's liking, but she didn't let it show, "A woman who knows what she wants, I can appreciate that." He glanced around, the movement of his eyes was quick and most women wouldn't have caught it, but having been trained by two of the world's best hunters, it didn't go unnoticed by Ana. "Shall we head back to my place? I'm parked just around back."

It was more than likely they wouldn't make it to his car, Ana knew this and the alley that led from the front of the building to the parklot in the back made her assumption seem like a fact. "Lead the way." she let her smile soften, hoping she didn't seem like she was trying too hard.

Devin offered her his arm and once she slid her arm through his, they walked down the alley toward the opposite side of the building. "You know, Vanessa, you really do look lovely. Some say good enough to eat." as he looked over at her, he allowed his eyes and hands to begin to change. There was nothing more refreshing to him than a chase and it was normally this trick that got him exactly what he wanted.

"Really?" Ana questioned, dropping the act as she looked up at him, "That's the line you're going with? I swear to God if you make a Little Red Riding Hood reference I may just walk away."

Shock was clear on his face when she didn't even flinch from his changed appearance, "What the… Who are you?!" he demanded, as he wrapped one hand around her wrist and the other around her throat, pushing her back until she was up against the brick building they had left not long ago.

Grinning, the witch threw her power at the werewolf, throwing him away from her, "It's not so much who I am that's the issue here, it's what I am."

"Witch." The word was spat from Devin's mouth as he pulled himself off of the ground, "What feud do you have with me?" For the most part the species left each other alone, happy to wreck their own havoc while leaving the rest alone. So why was this witch attacking him?

With a flick on her wrist Ana knocked him back to the ground, "You are correct, I am a witch, but I'm also a hunter."

"A witch and a hunter?" The possibility of those two things being paired was ridiculous, "How does a witch become a hunter?" Devin watched her carefully as he stayed perfectly still, if he was lucky she would get distracted enough that he could attack and he knew that if he didn't get that chance he was a dead man.

Slowly walking over to him, Ana gave him a look worthy of a Winchester, "One thing led to another. Powerful witch bloodline meets skilled hunter bloodline and poof, here I am. Honestly, it's not fair to you, but I don't really care seeing as how you're a murderer."

Devin waited until she was close enough before he fought against her magic with all of his strength and lashed out at her with a clawed hand, digging his overgrown nails across the skin of her calf. As the pain flared through her body Ana lost almost all concentration, this was not something she had been prepared for, nothing could prepare you from blinding pain other than actually experiencing it. Her attention slowly came back to the werewolf who was now standing in front of her, claws at the ready and a look in his eyes that said he wasn't playing. Raising her arm, she tried to focus her power on throwing him back, but the pain was too much and he was able to push her back against the wall again. "You sure don't seem to be as ready for this as you should be, little witch." His claws slashed against her abdomen, drawing a scream from the girl. Devin brought a clawed finger to his mouth and licked the blood off, the action making Ana wince in disgust, "I'm not much of a blood guy, but you taste delicious, I'm sure your heart will as well."

In a last stitch effort to save her life, Ana pulled on her magic and focused it enough to teleport herself and the werewolf to the library of the bunker. Sam and Dean had been sitting at the table, having an idle talk about possible cases they were considering, when there were suddenly two other people in the room. Ana reached a hand out toward one of the displayed blades on the bookshelves, knowing that a couple of them were silver. Just as the blade flew into her hand Devin wrapped his hand around her throat and began to to crush her windpipe.

"Ana!" Dean yelled as he finally realized what was happening, but before he could even reach his daughter she shoved the blade into her attacker's chest, causing the monster to release his hold on her throat and fall to the ground.

With a hand pressed against her abdomen, she looked down at Devin's dead form before looking up at her family, "Hey dad." she got out weakly before she began to sway.

Dean rushed to her side and caught her before she hit her head on the hard floor, "Ana, honey, stay with me." he coaxed her, noticing the amount of blood seeping out of the long scratches that started on her left side near her ribcage, going down and across her body until they stopped just above her right hip. Her breathing was labored and he watched as her eyes fluttered closed. "CAS!" He called for his friend, praying to him silently that he would answer. Sam had pulled off the long sleeved green shirt he had on over his tee shirt as he moved to his niece's side, using it to apply pressure to her wounds. Moments passed and Ana was starting to look pale, which made Dean panic further, "Dammit! Cas! Gabe! Get your ass down here!" he yelled at the ceiling.

There was a soft rustling of wings and Gabriel appeared at Dean's side, "What the hell happened?!" the archangel demanded, glancing at the dead werewolf before placing two fingers to Ana's forehead.

Sam removed his shirt and looked over her stomach, making sure they the wounds were indeed closed before he relaxed slightly, "She showed up fighting him." he explained, looking back over to the dead werewolf, "He must have done the damage before they got here."

Barely paying attention to the conversation going on around him, Dean could only look down at his unconscious daughter wondering what the hell she was doing fighting a werewolf. The dress she was in was ruined and he wondered when Ana had decided that short and skimpy was more her style, he wasn't even aware that she owned anything like it. "Why isn't she waking up?" he directed the question to Gabriel.

"I put her to sleep. Between the blood loss and the fragile state of her magic, I thought it be best that she get some rest." Gabe explained as he looked down at the girl who had housed his grace. "She'll be fine in the morning." he added, hoping to reassure Dean.

He barely nodded, "I'm going to move her to her bedroom. Then we'll go take care of the body." he met his brother's eyes as he said the words. Repositioning Ana in his arms, he slowly stood up and walked out of the library. Once in her room, Dean laid his sleeping daughter on her bed and covered her up, then just stood there for a couple minutes looking at her. Sighing he turned and left her to rest, he had a body to help bury.

-A-

It was just after eight the next morning when Ana stopped in the door of the kitchen to find her father and uncle having breakfast, making small conversation about something Dean had found in the newspaper sitting next to him. "Morning." Ana greeted them as she entered the room to make herself some coffee. When she woke up and realized that she was still in the torn dress from the night before, she'd gathered a pair of jeans and a shirt that she had left in her room before heading to the shower. Now clean and in comfortable clothes she was ready for the conversation that was bound to happen after making an appearance mid fight like she had.

"Morning? Really? That's what you're going to lead off with?" Dean questioned, watching his daughter carefully. Thanks to Gabriel she wasn't showing any signs of the blood loss she had suffered from the night before. "What the hell were you doing fighting a werewolf, Ana? Did he attack you or something?"

Replacing the coffee pot she let her head droop slightly, this was something she didn't want to talk with either Sam or Dean about and she wasn't sure she was ready to deal with the disappointment that was no doubt going to be on both of their faces when she explained herself. "Uh… not exactly."

Dean scoffed, "Would you like to elaborate on that?" he watched as she slowly turned around to face them, "What's going on with you? It's been over a week since we've gotten much more than a one word text message and then you just appear in the middle of the library mid combat with a pure blood werewolf."

"Have you been hunting?" Sam questioned. He had spent much of his time thinking about why she had been acting so weird lately and with what happened last night, it was the logical answer to him.

"Hunting?" Dean's jaw clenched with an audible click, eyes flicking from his brother to his daughter. There was no way that Ana was actually hunting, she had made it pretty clear that killing things wasn't something she thought she could do on a regular basis. The look on her face told him something different though. Her eyes lowered to the floor, not being able to look either of the men in the eye and it was then that he knew Sam was right. "Anastasia, have you been hunting?"

"Dad…" she trailed off, pulling her eyes off of the floor to look him in the eye, "I.. yeah, I've been hunting." the words were forced, she really didn't want the flowing argument to happen but she knew that lying would be worse.

"Alone?" Dean questioned, really hoping he was wrong, but he honestly couldn't think of anyone that she would hunt with other than him and Sam.

"Yes, alone."

Dean's anger flared, not only had she failed to mention she was hunting, she was doing it completely alone. "What the hell, Ana?! Do you know how stupid that is?"

The girl sighed, "Dad, most hunters work alone and they're just human. I'm a witch, I can handle myself."

"Oh, can you? Because when you freaking teleported into the library last night it didn't seem like you were handling it." Dean's voice raised and he was now yelling. "Did you really think you could handle a pure blood werewolf on your own? For your first hunt?!"

"Third hunt." She corrected, holding her father's angry glare.

Sam sat silently at the table, watching the argument go on around him and wondered to himself why Ana hadn't just told them she was hunting. If she was going to do it both brothers would rather she had back up instead of starting off alone. Then a thought struck him, "Are you still going to your classes?" his tone was soft and curious.

Letting her gaze drop to the floor again, she shook her head, "I haven't been to class since the fight with Ethan."

"Why?" He asked, wanting to understand what his niece was thinking.

She brushed a nervous hand through her hair, "I guess I realized that night that I could be out saving people instead of wasting my time in a classroom. Honestly I was thinking about it before I even got moved into the dorms. There's just so much evil in the world and I know I can help get rid of some of it."

"What were your first two hunts?" Sam asked, giving his brother a look that said Calm down before turning his attention back to Ana.

"Uh, the first was a simple haunting in a farmhouse outside of town. The original owner of the land had been murdered by his wife and was coming back to take it out on the new owner's wife. The second was a witch. She had been cursing people in the city she was living in so I went and took care of her." She explained, getting the courage halfway through to look up at her uncle. "I didn't have much trouble handling either of those, not like I did with the werewolf last night."

Dean stood up abruptly from the table, "Because it was a freaking pureblood, Ana! Not only are werewolves in general pretty freaking hard to take down, you had to go after a pureblood!"

"He was killing women, dad! What was I supposed to do, sit back and do nothing?" She argued.

Crossing the room until he was standing in front of his daughter, Dean did what he could to reign in his anger, but all he could think about is what would have happened if she hadn't been able to teleport to them. "You could have called us and we could have taken care of it or we could have sent someone to do so! You're not ready to hunt on your own, Ana, let alone go after a werewolf alone."

"I survived, didn't I?"

"But you almost didn't!" He snapped, the fear that he felt last night slowly creeping back in, "You were almost dead by the time Gabriel got here to heal you." His words made any retort Ana could come up with stick in her throat, she hadn't realized how bad off she had been last night. Other than arriving at the bunker and killing the werewolf, she didn't remember much. "And that is why I never wanted hunting to be in your life! Because death is always just around the corner and you're never sure which breath will be your last."

After setting her coffee cup down on the counter behind her, Ana looked at her father, "I'm not going to stop. I can't. Not only because it's what I feel like I need to be doing, but because I'm actually pretty good at it. You're right, I wasn't ready for that werewolf, but my magic gives me the upper hand in most situations." She sighed, "I know this isn't what you wanted for me, but it is what it is. I'm a Winchester, hunting is in my blood. You need to come to terms with that." Dean's scowl deepened and he just looked her in the eyes for a moment then he turned away from her before his anger could get the best for him. Sam and Ana shared a look as he walked toward the door and out of the kitchen. "Sam?"

"I'll go talk to him." The younger Winchester assured his niece as he stood up from the table and hurried after his brother. Catching up with him in the garage, he watched as Dean moved to get into the Impala, "Where are you going? Don't you think you should stay and figure this out?"

Dean glared at his brother as he sat down in the driver's seat of his baby, "Apparently there's nothing to figure out, she's made up her mind."

Sam shook his head, "You can't be that surprised that this happened. She has a point, Dean, because she's a witch she'll have an advantage. I'm not saying I like the thought of her hunting anymore than you do, but we can't just tell her to stop because then she'll continue to hunt alone and get hurt."

"Don't you think I know that?" Dean slammed his hands down on the steering wheel, "I'm going out." he stated before closing the door of the car, starting the engine, and speeding out of the garage.

The only thing Sam could do was stand there and watch his brother drive off. With a sigh, he turned around and headed back into the bunker, hoping that he could get Ana to further explain how she was feeling so that he could understand what had changed her mind so drastically. When he reached the kitchen it was empty, so he checked the library and when she wasn't there either, he went to her room. Knocking on the door, Sam sighed, "Ana? It's me."

"One minute!" Her muffled voice came through the door and a second later the door was opening, she had a jacket and boots on, which Sam was pretty sure she hadn't had with her last night. Ana caught his confused look, "SImple spell. I can pretty much move anything from one place to another." she explained, before motioning for her uncle to enter the room, "Dad left, didn't he?"

Sam nodded as he walked into her bare room, he forgot how empty it had looked in there after they had moved most of her stuff to the dorms, "Yeah, I think he needs to cool off. You planning on going some where?" he assumed by the boots and jacket that she was planning on leaving.

Ana nodded, "Yeah, I was going to go drop in on Diane."

"Are you going to see Connor while you're there?" He questioned, knowing that she hadn't spoken to the other witch since he left.

She sighed and shook her head, "Probably not. I'm just running low on a couple of spell supplies. I'll pick up what I need, talk to Diane a bit and then come back."

Sam nodded slowly, thinking that maybe Connor was exactly who she needed to talk to, but he wasn't going to stick his nose in her business. "Alright, well I'll be here when you get back. Just be careful."

"I will." Ana gave him a soft smile before closing the space between them to give her uncle a hug, "I shouldn't be too long. I have my phone if you need me." she told him before disappearing. The new room she stood in was a place she hadn't seen in a while and the feeling that filled the shop made her smile. "Hello? Diane?" Ana called, not seeing the shop's owner anywhere.

"Ana!" Diane greeted excitedly as she came out of the doorway that led into the office and storage space. "How are you dear?" the older woman asked as she walked toward Ana and wrapped her in a warm hug.

Ana smiled, Diane's presence automatically making her feel better, "I've been better." she stated, pulling away from the embrace, "I had a rough run in with a werewolf last night."

"Oh, honey, are you okay?" The older woman glanced over her younger friend's body, looking for any signs of a wound.

"I'm fine." Ana assured her with a soft smile, "My dad and uncle have a couple of angels on speed dial. Got healed right up."

Diane smiled, "I'm glad, but you need to be more careful if you're going to start hunting, dear. You're too young and too beautiful to die so soon." she gave Ana a comforting pat on the shoulder, "Now, what can I do for you? Are you here for a visit or do you need supplies?"

"I love our visits, but I'm actually on a supply run. I'm getting pretty low on some of my herbs." Ana glanced around the room, knowing exactly what she was looking for and where it was located, but she always loved to check out the new stuff that the shop got in.

"You know where everything's at, go ahead and get what you need." Diane instructed and left the young girl to her shopping.

It had been a few weeks since Ana had come visit last and she was glad to be surrounded by the calm feeling the seemed to vibrate out of the walls. Smiling to herself, she picked out the few things she needed and stopped at the counter to pay Diane for them. The women said a quick goodbye and Ana left the shop, feeling the need to walk the streets of the French Quarter. She took her time as she looked around the buildings she had grown familiar with and before she knew what she was doing, her feet were carrying her into the one place she had been avoiding over her last few visits.

It wasn't until she heard a bombing voice call her name that she finally realized where she was at. "Ana!" William called once he saw her walk through the door. "How are you?" he questioned as he walked from where he stood behind the bar toward her and wrapping her in a tight hug.

"I'm doing pretty good. How about you, business still going strong?" She took a seat at the bar as he moved to take his position behind the U shaped counter.

"Never really slows down much at night, so I can't complain." The burly man picked up a couple of glasses and began to arrange them. "How are your classes going?"

She sighed, "I've kind of stopped going. Got a little caught up chasing down the bad guys."

"Ah, so you decided to take up hunting then? I thought that it wasn't really your speed?" He continued to work, but his eyes were focused on her.

"It was kind of hard to focus on anything else knowing what's out there. I can do something to help stop it, so I feel like I should. I partially blame my lineage though." She explained, setting the paper bag in her hand on the bar and resting her arms in front of it.

The comment made William laugh, "Yeah, something about being a Winchester makes a person crazy about saving the world, or so I've heard." His eyes glanced up and behind her, obviously focusing on something, "You just gonna stand there, boy, or are you going to come say hi?"

Catching that the question was directed at someone behind her, Ana turned in her chair to see who it was and the moment her eyes fell on all too familiar blue ones, she immediately regretted it. "Connor."

"Hi, Ana." Connor was shocked to see her there, other than the couple of times Diane had mentioned her stopping by the shop for supplies, he hadn't heard much about what she was doing in the two months that they had been apart.

"Well this is clearly a little awkward." Ana muttered, turning to look back at William, "I'll probably be in and out of the city more frequently, I'll come by to see you more." she told him with a caring smile before standing up and grabbing her bag. Things hadn't exactly ended on bad terms with Connor, but she was still hurt by it and she was sure he was too, so instead of saying anything else she walked past him and out the door.

William watched Ana leave before turning his attention to Connor, "Don't be dumb, kid, go after her."

Without thinking, Connor turned around and hurried out the door, "Ana!"

She had made it just down the block before she heard her name called. Spinning around, she paused as her eyes landed on his again, "Yeah?"

"I… How…" He tried to think of anything to say, but he couldn't even figure out how to talk as he got lost in her green eyes. Walking until he was standing just in front of her, he didn't lose her gaze, "Hi." he finally settled on and then mentally cursed himself for how stupid he sounded.

"Hi." She responded, giving him a questioning look.

Before he could think too long on what he wanted to do, Connor placed his hands on the sides of her face and leaned down, pressing his lips against her in a kiss that clearly communicated how much he missed her. He smiled against her lips as he felt her arms wrap around him. Holding the kiss a moment longer, he pulled away and looked back down at her, "Hi." he repeated.

A/N: So, not only has it been awhile since I've posted, but this ending is weird as hell to me. Sorry, but it's all I've got right now. The song lyrics posted at the top were what gave me the idea for the beginning plot for this chapter, I will most likely not be posting many chapters that start with lyrics, but I had to share this time. Like I said in my last note, things are crazy in my personal life (I'm getting divorced) and I'm trying my hardest to not let it affect my writing, but my ideas have been coming a little slower. Still trying to stick to at least a chapter a week. GIANT SHOUT OUT to my new favs and follows. Also, I really love you guys, my readers, because you continue to stick through this nonsense so THANK YOU ALL! :) I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter.