A/N at the end :)

"So this thing you're about to do, it's dangerous?" Dean asked as he and Connor grabbed supplies out of the trunk of the Impala. It hadn't taken them long to find a suitable place for the ritual; a small, lightly wooded area just off of the road outside of town. Closing the trunk, the two men made their way around to the front of the car where Garth and Sam stood waiting for the appearance of the witch's coven.

Connor didn't answer at first, what he was going to attempt to do with his coven was what William had called on the phone, "One of the dumbest ideas anyone has ever had." Which, in all honesty, wasn't much of an exaggeration. "The ritual itself isn't something that has had a lot of test runs. After the first few tries, most witches have stayed completely away from it, but it's our last chance at helping Ana unless your angel pals find her before we've completed this."

Sam and Garth had stopped talking when they heard the other two headed their way, listening as Connor spoke, "What exactly will you be doing?" Sam questioned, pushing himself away from the nose of the car where he had been resting.

"Something that even the dumbest of witches wouldn't try." Came a female voice from just behind Sam and Garth. Turning their attention in that direction, the men noticed that they had been joined by three more men and two women. "I was never aware that you held a death wish, Connor Alexander Mohr. I thought you had more sense than this." the woman who was the eldest out of the group spoke. Her grey hair fell in waves over her shoulder and her eyes focused on the young man she had basically raised.

Moving away from the group of hunters and toward the woman, Connor sighed, "Diane, you know exactly why I'm doing this. I'm strong enough that any negative effects should be minimal and I can't stand not knowing where she is or what they're doing to her."

The largest of the men stepped forward, his burly build making Dean wonder if he was completely human, "Our circle is strong enough that we should be able to keep him grounded." he spoke to Diane before turning his attention to Connor, "None of us like the situation that Ana is in, but that doesn't mean that we're not going to worry about you too."

"Your connection to her is strong, it shouldn't take us long to make contact, but we should take extra precaution forming our circle. William, let's get started." The shorter of the remaining two men spoke, pulling the burly man away from the discussion and toward the small clearing in the trees that they would be using for their ritual.

Diane waited until the six of them were alone, turning her attention slowly from Connor to the man that was clearly Ana's father, if their matching green eyes were anything to go by. "I believe our meeting is quite a bit overdue, my name is Diane Richardson." she made the introduction to each of the unfamiliar men, but her focus was on Dean.

When Dean didn't speak right away, Sam stepped up with a gentle smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you, both Connor and Ana have spoken very highly of you. I'm Sam, this is my brother Dean, and our friend Garth." he introduced, gesturing to each man as he spoke their names.

Diane's eyes traveled over the group, landing with a quirked eyebrow at Garth, "I wasn't aware that the Winchesters kept any other nonhuman company." As Sam opened his mouth to explain, she held up a hand, "No need to explain yourself, although he is part beast, Garth's aura is anything but uncontrolled and murderous." Taking a moment longer to study the man before turning her attention to Dean, the older woman breathed slowly before speaking again, "I am aware of how you feel about witchcraft, Dean, but for a ritual like this we will have a larger chance in making contact with your daughter if you are a part of it."

His face hardened slightly, yes he still held a grudge against the type of witches that had come after him before, but he had grown so used to being around Ana and Connor that the idea of helping in a ritual to help find his daughter didn't phase him much. "What can I do?"

Connor turned to look at Dean, letting Diane go to make sure the others were preparing the circle properly and to lend a hand. "For the most part all you need to do is stand in a circle with the rest of them, your presence will strengthen the call and possibly the connection that I have with her. If you're willing a little of your blood would be helpful as well."

"I've never seen you use blood in a spell." Sam commented with a raised eyebrow. It had been something he had been interested in seeing when Connor had first started teaching Ana, because most of what he and Dean knew of witchcraft called for blood or bones of some sort. It hadn't taken him long to realize that nothing Connor did used anything from a human or animal, unless it was hair, which was painless to get.

With a flick of his eyes, Connor turned his attention to Sam, "Blood used in any sort of magic is frowned upon in white witch circles, but this spell isn't entirely built off of white magic." he explained, showing little shame for what he was about to do.

"I'll do it." Dean answered, not caring how much blood they would need as long as they got Ana back at the end of it.

Connor nodded and turned to see William walking back toward them, "We're ready when you are." he spoke quickly before turning back around to go join the rest in their circle.

"Alright, before we start this, I'm going to give you each a fair warning." Connor began, looking each man in the eye, "This won't be pretty, some would say it will be pretty uncomfortable to watch, but what you'll see me go through is necessary for me to help Ana. The circle cannot be broken during the ritual or very bad things could happen to both Ana and I. Dean, that means you can't move from your spot whatsoever. Sam and Garth, do not touch anyone within the circle or try to enter it yourself." He watched as the words sunk in with each man before turning and signalling for them to follow him toward his coven. Once among the group, Connor walked directly to the center of the circle and took a look around, making sure everything was right. When he was satisfied, he walked back over toward Dean and directed him to where he would be standing between Diane and William. Taking a ceremonial athame and a small brass bowl from Diane, he held out the knife toward Dean, figuring the man would be more comfortable doing it on his own. "I don't need much, so you don't have to make the cut very deep." Connor explained as he held the bowl out to catch the blood that fell. Watching as the older man cut the palm of his hand just deep enough to draw a slow stream of blood, Connor made sure to collect what he needed before taking the athame back and handing it to Diane. As he turned to walk back toward the center of the circle he prayed to anyone listening that this would work and they would at least be able to get some helpful information from Ana.

Taking in a deep breath Connor placed a finger in the bowl, stirring the bowl as he began to speak a soft incantation. He used the blood covered finger to draw a symbol on his forehead before placing the bowl on the ground and waving a hand to give the group the signal to begin the spoken part of the ritual. At first their voices were softer, their magic connecting the group together and using Dean's presence to pull forth the connection that Connor already held with Ana. What the witch hadn't explained to his hunter friends was that what the ritual did would most likely be extremely uncomfortable, even painful, for him. Once the connection was strengthened between the two witches he was able to pull on enough of Ana's power to break the wall that was mentally separating them and with that done, he was able to see exactly what she was seeing. Not only was he seeing it though, he was experiencing it from her point of view; the phantom pain, the clear memory of the torture that was occurring in her head caused him to fall to his knees in the middle of the circle. Making sure to not waste time, he did what he could to push his magic into her body, and that itself felt as if he were tearing his own skin off. Connor ignored the pain and continued on, pushing every ounce of power into Ana so that she could clear her head enough to communicate to the circle around him. His original goal had been to pull her completely out of whatever trance she had been under, but it was too strong and he understood that this was the most he could do. As Connor's body fell back onto the ground, he began to wither around, but the voice that came from his mouth didn't sound quiet like him. "Hello?" he questioned, a sadness to the voice that didn't belong to the man rolling on the ground in pain.

"Ana, can you hear me?" Diane questioned, being the only one out of the group to quit chanting as their combined strength was still needed to aid Connor.

"Diane? What's going on?" she questioned through Connor's body, her consciousness stuck in some black void as Connor continued to watch a younger version of Ana be tortured while he himself was dealing with an onslaught of pain at having most of his magic removed from himself.

The elder witch glanced at Dean and they shared a look before Diane's attention turned back to the body of her adoptive son on the cold ground, "We're trying to find you, Ana. Do you know where you're at? Is there anything you can tell us to help us find you?"

"I haven't been allowed to see where I am…" a soft, uncharacteristic sniffle came from the man's body, "I'm locked in my own head and these damn angels won't let me out. I have no control over my power so they must have somehow bound it."

"Ana, we need you to do something-" Diane was interrupted by Dean before she could get much further.

"I'm going to kill those winged bastards." Dean swore, watching as Connor continued to fight against whatever pain he was feeling, "Ana, you listen to me, alright? You use whatever connection you have with Connor and you send out a signal to Gabe. The moment he can find you, we will be on our way."

There was a moment of silence, "I'll do what I can, but I have to go now. Connor won't be able to take much more of this, I can feel it now, what the ritual is doing."

Diane frowned, knowing just how much more of the spell Connor could handle, "Ana, you use what of his power you need and you send that signal. We're all here, Connor will be fine. Just make sure you do what you need." she knew the words were what Connor would have told her himself if he could.

The silence that filled the circle for moments after was shattered by the sound of the witch in the middle screaming out as he and Ana both worked to pump enough power into her body to fight against the bond. With the amount of power Ana already held it didn't take much of Connor's, but any amount of power that had to be pulled further away from his body was extremely painful. In a moment she felt the power flow through her and she forced part of it out of her body, throwing it into the world with Gabriel's name etched into it, hopefully the angel would be able to follow it back. Quickly after releasing the energy Ana shutdown the connection between herself and Connor, returning all of his power back into his body and shoving herself back into the memory that she had been living with for the past few hours.

As his power filtered back into his body, Connor screamed out again, more in shock than in pain. The circle quickly broke and everyone around ran toward him; Diane being the first to make it there sat down and pressed gentle fingers to his forehead, whispering a soft spell which knocked him unconscious. Taking a moment to check the damage done to his magic, she sat back with a soft, relieved sigh. There were traces of Ana's magic all over Connor's, she must have made sure to do what she could to heal him as she broke the connection, making sure that a small part of her magic was sent with him to help him heal faster. "He'll be fine, but he needs to rest."

"Do you think it worked? Was Ana able to do something to get Gabriel's attention?" Sam questioned, hoping that someone in the coven could give him a question.

There was a collective shrug, none of them could tell, wherever Ana was it was too far away for them to feel it either way. Just as Dean moved to start pacing, he almost bumped into Castiel who had just appeared, seconds before, behind him. "Gabriel has found her. We need to go, now." the angel spoke in a rush before flying Dean, Sam, and Garth away from the area the coven of witches occupied. When they had reached their destination the group of men were standing in a bare room with walls made out of cement. "Ana is somewhere in this building. We should move quickly, there are angels all over the grounds."

"Where are we, Cas?" Sam asked, pulling out the hidden angel blade he kept on his belt. From the look of the windows the room they were in was partially underground.

The angel glanced around the room a moment, "This is the basement of an abandoned church in Maine. The floor above is slightly deteriorating, but this lower level spreads out wider than the one above ground. There are eight rooms and-"

"Ana is in the second to last room on the right just passed the randomly placed large room down the hall." Gabriel informed them as he appeared by Castiel's side. "There are two angels guarding her door but there will be more than that between here and there."

Dean pulled out his own angel blade, seeing that Garth held the one Ana had given him just before she had been taken, "Well what are we waiting for then?" he offered, moving between the two angels and toward the door that led out to a hallway. Looking to the left Dean saw that they were almost at the end of the corridor so he quickly turned right and began to make his way toward the opposite side of the building. He saw a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye and reacting quickly, he pushed the angel back against a wall and shoved his blade into the woman's chest. As he turned around he noticed four more walking their direction, "Gabe, Cas, go get Ana. We'll take care of this." he instructed, ready to take on anything that came his way.

Sam and Dean moved at the same time, taking the first two angels that came their way, not wasting any time in plowing through the force that came at them. With the two Winchesters taking on two at the front, Garth moved between them and pulled on the added strength that being a werewolf gave him and kicked one angel back while throwing another into the wall. Sam had made quick work of the angel he had been facing off against and moved to cover the one that Garth had kicked back.

"Keep moving!" Dean ordered once the four angels had been taken care of, he knew that this first attack would only be the beginning and that they had to keep pushing forward if he wanted to get to his daughter.

There were three more groups of angels coming at them and just before they were met by the first Castiel appeared behind them, "Gabriel has Ana. I'm getting you out of here." he stated before flying the group away and back to where he had picked them up at, knowing the Gabriel had taken Ana to where Connor would be at.

With a quick look around, Dean's eyes landed on his daughter who was whimpering in Gabriel's arms, eyes squeezed tight. "Is she okay?" he questioned, moving quickly over to the archangel and taking his daughter from the man. When Ana didn't open her eyes or even acknowledge his presense Dean began to worry further. "What's wrong with her, Gabe?"

"I didn't have time to undo Laylah's work in her head, we were about to be ambushed so I got her out of there." Gabriel explained as he watched Dean lower himself to the ground, Ana still cradled in his arms. Taking a quick inventory of the witches around standing slightly off to the side from there group, he noticed Connor still unconscious on the ground. "Cassie, get Connor up and moving. I highly doubt that our brothers are going to take kindly to us taking their hostage." he instructed as he knelt next to the father and daughter, placing his fingers to the witch's forehead and wincing as he realized what Laylah had done. "I'm so sorry, princess." using his nickname for her as he released her from the torture. Slowly raising his eyes to Dean's, Gabriel sighed, "This isn't going to be an easy one for her to deal with."

With a furrowed brow Dean looked down at his daughter and heaved a sigh of relief to see her eyes open, looking up at him, "Dad?" she questioned, voice quivering as she curled into him and began to cry softly.

"Hey, it's okay. I've got ya, baby girl, I've got ya." He muttered, holding her as close to him as she could get. Raising his eyes he noticed that Connor was awake and looking a lot better, Cas must have healed him up.

"We're going to have in coming angels soon." Gabriel told everyone, "My guess is that the only reason they aren't here yet is because they had to inform their boss." Turning to look at Castiel, he raised an eyebrow, "Laylah isn't smart enough to pull this off on her own, she has to be working with someone."

Castiel frowned in concentration, "Perhaps demons? The case here does include them among the werewolves and the vampires."

Ana had slowly stopped crying, listening as Gabe and Cas spoke about what could be heading their way caused her to pull it together. She wasn't anywhere near mentally ready for a fight, but she also wanted to drive an angel blade into Laylah's chest and watch as her burned wings singed the ground. Gently pushing herself away from Dean's chest, she looked up at her father, "Break down later." she informed him.

"Kid, you can sit this one out." Dean told her, watching as she stood up and he quickly moved to stand next to her, "Ana, you're shaking."

A look crossed over her face that showed, just for a second, how not okay she was, but nothing was going to keep her from this. "Trust me, it's mostly rage at this point. Those bastards deserve to die for what they did to me." she looked around at the coven at witches, "You should get out of here before they show up."

Diane took a few steps toward Ana, grasping both of the girl's hands in her own as she gave her a warm smile, "Angels or demons, they took you and will pay for what they have done."

"I believe you once told me that the world would soon learn that no one messes with the people you love." William spoke up, standing just behind Diane, "They will also learn that you are loved and well protected."

Ana nodded for a moment before turning to look at Connor, whom she had been trying not to focus on since they both came to, "This could get ugly very fast. I need to know that if it becomes too much, you and Diane will get the rest of them out of here." It took a minute, but Connor finally answered with a small nod. Turning her attention back to her family, knowing the hunters and angels would be the best bet at a plan, she crossed her arms over her chest, "Are we ready for this?" she questioned, taking an angel blade offered to her by Gabriel. Why does he have a second one? Ana questioned herself, but there would be time to ask questions later.

"Do you want the truth or should I sugar coat it for you?" Gabriel asked, the grim look in his eyes counteracting the smirk on his lips.

"Give it to me straight." She demanded, looking past the people around her and out toward the darkness just behind the treeline. The feeling on the night air was changing and she knew that it wasn't a good sign.

The archangel made quick eye contact with each Winchester, "We'll need a miracle to get us all out of this alive." he answered in the flat, dark voice he rarely used. "All of the stops are going to need to be pulled out for this one."

Her eyes cast down toward the ground at Gabe's words, so many ideas running through her head at the same time, scenarios to keep her friends and family alive. Blinking, she raised her eyes back up, determination written on her face, "Alright, let's do this."

"Ana-" Dean began, but was cut off by the sudden appearance of too many angels. As his green eyes looked around, he quickly figured out they were completely surrounded by not only angels, but what also looked to be demons and other human looking things that could have been any variety of monster. They were severely outnumbered.

A slow smirk spread across Ana's face as she looked around, meeting her father's eyes half way, "You think they would have learned by now to not mess with a Winchester on a mission." A quick glance in Connor's direction reassured her that he was there watching her back and then she allowed her eyes to drift over the faces surrounding them, each one filled with anticipation to move on attack.

The first movement came from the front of the line of angels, there must have been a silent communication of attack because they all began to move at once. As the battle begun there were bodies everywhere, each opposing good force being surrounded by two or more opponents and it quickly became clear that though they had a full coven of witches, two angels, a werewolf, and two very experienced hunters fighting on their side that they wouldn't be able to last long if they continued to be overpowered as they were. Sam and Dean were working close together in a way that had become natural to both of them, each keeping an eye on the other while they handled their own foes. Cas and Gabe were popping around on what had turned into their battlefield, flying aiding in their own battles as they took out angels and monsters alike. Though most of the witches didn't have much fight training, they stood together and took down groups at a time with spells that were strengthened by Connor's aid.

Ana's red hair was like a fiery streak across the dark night as she fought off anyone that came her way, using a combination of the fighting tactics her family had taught her along with the power of her witch bloodline. Bodies were being flown back into others, clearing a path as she made her way across the field, she had caught sight of the angel that had tortured her and she was ready to put an end to the winged bitch. Just as she was within attacking distance the sound of a cry over the battle noises made her stop dead in her tracks and she spun as her eyes landed on her father, a man with black eyes held Dean's dominant arm behind his back at an unnatural angle as another man with a short blade in his hand walked toward him. "Connor!" Ana called, grabbing the witch's attention before teleporting over to him. Few had stopped fighting to see what the pair were up to and though both demons were still set on hurting Dean, they each paused to see why the girl had called out for her boyfriend rather than her father who was about to die at their hands. A second passed as each witch looked into the other's eyes, silent understanding passing between to two before their hands quickly came together between them, throwing a mild shock wave through the surrounding area. The pulse caused the enemies near them to hurry in an attack toward them, ready to take them both out to stop whatever they were about to do, but their attempt was in vain. Ana closed her eyes, pulling on the power that was flowing between herself and Connor, and she shouted a short phrase in one of the many dead languages she had become rather fluent in.

A bright light emitted from the two, causing Dean to quickly close his eyes and wince away from their direction. The force holding his arm back was suddenly gone and as the light slowly faded away, he was able to open his eyes and glance around at the product of whatever spell his daughter had done. A shiver ran through him as his gaze fell on the bodies that had been standing just moments ago that were now dead on the ground, the only ones left standing being their group of allies and the angels who looked just as shocked by what had happened as he was.

Pulling their power back in, Ana and Connor shared one more look and a soft smile before she turned to face the fifteen or so angels that were still living. Though their power was incredibly strong together, if they wanted to wipe out a group of angels that large they would have had to work with a darker magic that neither of them were willing to touch. The surprise was clear on each of the angel's faces, none of them had expected the pair of witches to be able to cast something even close to what they had and Ana took the time to look over each of them, searching for one in particular. When she found Laylah in the group she quickly teleported behind her, angel blade still in hand, and shoved it into the back of the being who had abducted her. The light that escape from Laylah's eyes was similar to the one that she and Connor had just conjured, though it faded a lot quicker than theirs had.

"If you would like to live longer than this day, I suggest that you all leave." Gabriel's voice rang out over the silence, fixing a glare at the brothers and sisters who stood against them. "You will not be given another chance to leave and you will die just as your leader has." he warned. Unsurprisingly those who were still standing didn't take long to fly away, leaving the small wooded area silently.

Ana's shoulders slumped and she probably would have fallen to the ground had Connor not teleported over to her, placing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her side against his own. "How did you know that would work?" he questioned. The spell they had performed hadn't seemed extremely difficult, but it took two witches of similar power levels and enough good residing between the two to manifest it in such a way that it killed any evil around it.

"I didn't for sure, but I had a feeling." she answered with a lightly shrug, oblivious to the others around them as they slowly came together.

Dean's arm hung at an odd angle from his elbow down and Sam limped as they moved toward their angel friend, "Gabe, what the hell was that?" Dean questioned, giving Castiel a thankful look as the angel healed his arm and moved to heal the long gash down the side of Sam's left leg.

"That, my dear friends, was the first example of what those two can do together to help save the world." The archangel explained, eyes focused on the young witches as they moved into a full embrace, "There will be more where that came from and my assumption is that we will see it soon. There's some big bad that they're supposed to face, the prophecy clearly states that there will be 'a foe that carries such great evil' that only they will be able to face together."

Castiel's head snapped toward his brother at his words, "You cannot be implying that Anastasia and Connor are a part of that prophecy."

"Oh, but I am, little brother." Gabriel simply responded, watching as the wheels turned in Cas' head.

"But that would mean-"

Gabe sighed, he knew exactly what the worried expression on the other angel's face was about, "That we're about to have a whole mess of trouble on our hands?" he nodded, "That is exactly what it means."

Dean looked back and forth between the angels, an eyebrow raising in question as he looked between the two once more before yelling, "Would either of you like to fill us in?!"

Castiel turned to look at his friend with a grave expression, "There is an unwritten prophecy, one that has very rarely been spoken of, that depicts a rising of evil in the likes the world has never seen before. The ritual that pulls Hell onto Earth is child's play in comparison to the damage that will be done if what Gabriel is insinuating is true."

"Could we get some specifics here, guys?" Sam asked, looking like he was on the verge of losing his patience.

With a dark, heavy sigh Gabriel's attention turned back to the two witches as the rest of their coven moved around them, talking quietly among themselves, "There was a prophet toward the beginning of this world who saw something that only few know about and the memory of it has seemed to fade for those who did know. The Morningstar will fall, evil will be ascended upon God's creation, but good will prevail in the leadership of the Archistratege of God. Red tides will turn, plagues will rise, the end of times will come and pass without fruition. It is then that the Prince of the Seraphim will descend, becoming a foe that carries such great evil. Damned will become the world, Heaven, and Hell, if not for the good and more."

"What does that even mean and what does it have to do with Ana and Connor?" Dean questioned, not in the mood to deal with old riddles.

"Wait…" Sam brow furrowed as his brain worked through the amount of knowledge he had stored there, "Aren't the Archistratege of God and the Prince of the Seraphim both Michael? The red tides and plagues? End of times without fruition, that's the apocalypse, right? It had begun but we stopped it."

Castiel nodded, "Lucifer fell and Michael was the only thing that could destroy him. Though it doesn't say how, the prophecy does state that Michael will become a powerful evil rival to Lucifer's own strength. I am assuming that something has happened to our brother in the time he has been trapped in the cage and that is what caused it."

"Hold on, am I understanding this right?" Dean put his hands out as if to stop everyone, "Whatever prophecy is saying that not only do we have to deal with Lucifer if he ever gets out, but we also have to deal with Michael batting for his team?" The heavy silence that settled between the two angels was all the answer that either Winchester needed, "I'm still not understanding where my daughter fits into all of this."

"If not for the good and more." Gabriel repeated himself, giving Dean a long look, "It's a freaking riddle, Dean, try adding in some capital letters and changing some spelling."

Sam's eyebrows raised as he realized what Gabe was saying, "If not for the Good and Mohr. It's their bloodlines… but how do we know that it's them? I mean, Good and Mohr witches have been working together for centuries, there's no telling how many generations will be after those two."

Gabriel scoffed and shook his head, "After those two there won't be two separate lines. They will start a completely different line; derived from witches, hunters, and legacies." he gave a quick glance in the direction of the witches as they headed toward their small group, before turning to look back at Sam and Dean, "It's going to be awesome."

A/N: Hello everyone! Another chapter down and I can't believe the next one is going to put my story at thirty! I would like to thank each and every one of you for reading, knowing that there are people out there enjoying my works makes my heart happy! Who's excited about this new plot twist? Let me know what you're thinking, I love to hear from you guys!

eldaearien: Thank you so much for the review! I'm glad you didn't see that scene as too dark. My goal was to relay it with the heaviness that accompanies something like that without outright scaring my audience. I hope you enjoyed this chapter :).