A/N: Here it is guys! Chapter thirty, yay! I may just be a little bit excited, if you can't tell. As a special Halloween Eve treat I'm posting this chapter earlier than I thought, because 1) I couldn't stop writing to save my life and 2) Halloween is my favorite holiday and this is the only treat I can give you, my lovely readers. There's some Dean/Ana and Connor/Ana fluff in this chapter, please let me know what you think! :)

edlaearien: The prophecy is going to start playing a MAJOR role in coming chapters! There's a lot going on for Ana all at once and we're going to see her react in a very Winchester way. :) Thanks for the review dear.

JediCat1965: :D that comment made me so happy. Bringing back Charlie and Gabe was one of my goals from the very beginning and I'm glad you enjoyed that.

Connor's coven had stopped with the group of hunters and angels to say a quick goodbye, assuring both of their younger members that they were all fine and would be there should they need help again. Diane teleported the group out of the clearing and those left fell into a strange silence. Since the spell that they had performed to help connect Connor and Ana he was able to feel things through their bond that he hadn't been able to since just after the fight with Valac. To say that the feelings he was getting across their bond had him worried was an understatement. "We should probably get out of here, go back to the bunker?"

"There's still a lot going on here that we need answers about." Sam pointed out. They needed to fill both witches in about the prophecy and consider telling Garth to let them handle this one, he did have a family to get back to and for him to get caught up in something this serious didn't bode well with Sam.

Connor fixed a hard look at Sam, "Ana is in no shape to be dealing with this right now, she needs a couple of days to heal from what the angels did to her."

"I'm fine." Ana stated, raising an eyebrow at Connor, "How about next time you ask before you start making decisions for me?" the question was rhetorical and she quickly turned her attention away from him and to the others standing around them, "What's our next step? We still have no idea what they are all doing here and what they want with that devil's gate. Also, we have no idea on who their leader is."

"We may have a better idea of what's going on here than you think." Dean spoke up, sending a quick glance at Gabriel.

Ana caught the shift of her father's attention and turned to look at the archangel, "Spill, Gabe. What's going on here?"

Gabriel frowned, he had to tread carefully with what he told the witches and he hoped at the same time that neither of the male Winchesters would open their big mouths and spill the beans. "There's a faction of angels working to open the cage and set Michael free."

The girl visibly paled, though how it was possible for her to look any paler was a mystery in it's own, "Wouldn't that release Lucifer as well?" Though the hell from her past was still lingering in the back of her mind, she knew it would be nothing compared to what would happen if Lucifer and Michael were set loose.

Dean nodded, "Most likely, but even if he's not, we'll have enough trouble trying to deal with Michael." It was taking everything he had to not tell his daughter to leave, there was no way that he was about to let her go up against either the devil or the highest ranking angel.

"Well, yeah, from what I've seen of Michael he's a giant dick." Ana stated, not really wanting to meet him either. Honestly she felt like she had dealt with enough angels to last her a lifetime, she would be okay if the only ones she saw from that point forward were Gabe and Cas.

"If they set Michael free," Dean began, his brow furrowing as his eyes focused on his daughter's, "he's coming out dark side. We're talking Lucifer level bad and if they're both released…" he trailed off and shook his head. "They need to know about the prophecy." The words were directed at Gabriel.

Connor's attention perked up at the word prophecy, "There's a prophecy about all of this?" he questioned, knowing full well that it was more likely to happen if some prophet had seen it happen.

"Yes, there is." Castiel spoke up, looking at Dean's daughter, "It basically states that if Michael surfaces and is no longer on the side of Heaven that the two of you are the only power on Earth that can stop him."

"No," Connor's eyes went wide as a memory of story that he had been told as a child passed through his mind. He shook his head, "You have to be kidding. I know that prophecy, it's been spoken about in my family for generations…." his mind wandered to the words he recalled being told by his grandmother long ago. "Wait," a realization hit him and he turned his attention to the archangel, "tell me the whole thing."

Ana looked up at Connor with a confused expression, why was he freaking out about this? Wasn't it a good thing that they at least knew that the two of them could stop Michael if he was let out of the cage? As Gabriel began to repeat the prophecy as he had told Sam and Dean, she simply accepted what it said, seeing no reason for a panic to be rising within her as it seemed to be in Connor.

The male witch shook his head, "No, there's more to it than that and you know it." he sent a quick glance down at Ana before looking back up at Gabe, "And you're sure that we are the witches in that prophecy?"

"Certain." Gabriel stated, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the Mohr witch. Of course he would know about the prophecy and not just the part that Gabe had decided to share with the group.

"What is the second part of it, Gabriel?" Ana questioned, face stern and eyes demanding answers. She was latching on to the conversation and any form of confrontation that came her way to distract herself from the terror ringing through her body. Every time she blinked she swore that she could see Brandon and it was taking all of her strength to not break down in front of the family and friends around her.

The archangel shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know what he's talking about, I've never heard of a second part to this particular prophecy." he scooted around the truth, knowing that there was only so much he could do before Connor blurted the whole thing. "We should really focus on this devil's gate thing, we need to figure out who is leading the ragtag bunch of monsters."

Ana took a couple of steps until she was standing directly in front of Gabriel, "Do you want to rethink that answer? I have had enough crap for six months Gabriel, let alone one day and I'm not in any mood for you to be keeping things from me. This prophecy is about me, right? So tell me what it says."

Gabriel cocked an eyebrow at her, "I'm an archangel, Anastasia, you think you can scare me?"

"When your big brother goes dark side, I'm part of the solution to that, do you really think your rank in Heaven is going to stop me from beating information out of you if I need to?" She retorted, not backing down, "Whatever it is you don't want to tell me, specifically pertains to me and I believe you know how well I react when things like this are kept from me."

Castiel stepped forward, "Gabriel, just tell her. Connor already knows and I'm assuming if you don't tell her, he will."

"Fine." Gabe grumbled, frowning at both his brother and Ana, "The second part is centered around the two of you." he glanced back and forth between the two witches, "The two from the strongest of bloodlines will unite in a force like none have seen before. Two lines, two souls, two lives will become one and create another that will have the strength of both."

Connor glanced at Dean as Gabriel spoke, waiting for the Winchester to freak out at what was being said, but when he seem to be not affected Connor turned his attention back to Gabriel. "Tell her all of it."

Ana held up her hand, "Before you continue, let me make sure I'm understanding this correctly. This prophecy is saying that Connor and I are going to what? Get married? Have a kid?"

"Soulmates." Dean spoke, eyes focused on his daughter, "It's saying that you're soulmates and that when you have a child it will be extremely powerful."

"The combination of the two lines will create a being with enough power to bring about peace or great destruction." Connor finished the final part of the prophecy for her, eyes focused toward the trees.

Ana eyes went wide and she felt her heart begin to hammer in her chest. This was just too much, she hadn't been prepared for something like that added on top of the fact that she was already handed the duty of dealing with an evil Michael, if he ever surfaced, and the trauma from the torture she had undergone meer hours before. The panic filled her in a way she hadn't felt for months and her breathing started to become erratic, tunnel vision began to set in. Before it got any further she felt to strong, familiar hands grab her shoulders and two green eyes forced themselves into the darkness that was beginning to surround her. "Ana, it's going to be okay. You need to take a deep breath for me, can you do that?" her father's voice penetrated her brain past the panic and she tried to pull herself together, but it wasn't working.

The look on his daughter's face was something Dean had come to recognize and when she didn't first respond to him or begin to calm down he pulled her tight against his chest, hoping that his own steady heartbeat and breathing would help calm her down. She was overwhelmed, he understood that and since he still had no idea what had happened while she was Laylah's captive he couldn't completely understand what she was dealing with. "Hey, it's going to be okay." he told her softly, murmuring close to her ear.

"What's wrong with her?" Garth quietly asked Sam, his eyes glued to the father and daughter as the latter shook in Dean's hold.

Sam and Connor shared a sad look, "She's prone to panic attacks." Sam answered followed by a soft sigh, it had been a while since he had seen her react like this and he had hoped that she was getting better. "What happened while she was with Laylah?" he asked, directing the question toward Gabriel who he assumed knew since he pulled it from her mind.

"Brandon." Connor grimaced, she had explained it to him long ago, but seeing it for himself was something completely different. "She was reliving what he did to her."

Dean listened as Connor spoke and held Ana tighter to his chest, no wonder the rest of this was just making it worse. Looking over to Castiel, he met his friends eyes, "Put her to sleep." he instructed softly, not knowing what else to do for her before she began to get worse. The angel nodded and touched two fingers to Ana's forehead, lulling her into a peaceful sleep with his power. Catching her now dead weight, Dean shifted until he could pick her up and carry her, "We should get back to our room. We'll let her get some rest and figure the rest of this out in the morning."

With a subtle agreement from everyone, they headed in the direction of the Impala and Connor quickly came to the conclusion that they all couldn't fit in the car. He convinced Dean to let him teleport Ana back to the hotel so that the three hunters could ride comfortably in the car while Cas and Gabe went to check on leads about who was leading the force in opening the devil's gate. Carefully transferring the sleeping girl from her father's arms to his own was a bit of a task, but it was done quickly and with her safely in his arms, Connor pulled on his power and teleported them both back to the room she was sharing with her father. He slowly laid her down on one of the beds and then knelt down on the floor next to her, brushing her hair out of her face, "I will keep you safe and should the day come that we have a child, I will do everything in my power to make sure that they will be just as good as you are." he spoke softly, images of what their possible life together could be played in his head. "I love you, Anastasia and I'm not going to let anything happen to you." he promised her sleeping form before sitting down next to the bed and resting his head on wall, his hand reaching out to softly play with her hair.

-A-

"You seriously need a shower," Dean's voice broke through her sleepy haze even though it was clear he was trying to be quiet, "and some clean clothes. It doesn't take you long to teleport, might as well get what you need. She'll still be here when you get back."

Ana was refusing to open her eyes, she hadn't slept that soundly in months and she wasn't sure she wanted to face the problems the world was throwing at her. There was a long silent pause before Connor sighed, "Fine. I'll be back." he stated, the room filling with a burst of power as he teleported away.

Soft footsteps were headed her way and then there was weight near the foot of the bed, making it dip at an angle. "Are you going to keeping pretending you're asleep or are you going open your eyes and talk to me?" Dean asked, setting a gentle hand on the side of her thigh.

"What time is it?" She asked, still keeping her eyes shut, not ready to face the sunlight she could feel filtering through the window in their room.

"Just after eight." He answered moving on the bed so that he was sitting on the other side, back resting against the headboard, "How are you feeling?" The question couldn't be avoided and he waited for her to react as he looked down his shoulder at her.

Rolling over to face her father, Ana finally opened her eyes and looked up at him, "I'm fine, dad. Yesterday was just… a lot. Between being held captive by angels, fighting against said angels and other monster, then learning that Connor and I are basically soulmates and that our future child could turn out to be evil… It was just too much at one time, but I'm fine."

Dean fixed a hard look down at her, "Ana, Laylah tortured you, I don't expect you to be fine after that and it's completely normal if you're not."

The youngest Winchester rolled her eyes, "Dad, I said I'm fine. So just be glad about that and let's drop the subject." Pushing the blanket off of herself, she climbed out of bed and moved to grab her bag.

"Yeah, you're not related to me at all." He muttered while watching her pull out clean clothes. "Connor just went to pack some things and then he'll be back. Why don't you shower and then we'll go get breakfast?"

Ana glanced at her father before pulling a few more items out of her bag, "Trying to say I smell?" she asked, not looking up again.

"I was more thinking about the dried blood from the fight. People may ask questions if you go out like that." Dean stood off of the bed and moved toward the door, "I'm going to go across the hall, come on over when you're done."

With a quick nod she headed toward the bathroom, looking down at the dried spots of blood that covered her arms and shirt. Locking herself in the bathroom, she moved over to the shower and turned on the tap, letting the water adjust. She avoided the mirror as she undressed, not sure that she wanted to see what she looked like at the moment. Once under the hot water, Ana sighed contentedly, focusing on the feeling of it as it turned her skin pink. Taking her time, she stood under the spray for the first few minutes and just before she was going to begin her normal shower routine she felt the familiar pulse of power as Connor teleported into the bathroom, "Probably not the best room to appear in. What if it was my dad in here?" she questioned, not needing to look outside of the curtain to know it was him.

"I knew it was you otherwise I would have just came into the room." Connor answered, voice seeming soft and a little timid. "We should talk about the prophecy."

She chuckled dryly, "The one that says that we are some weird power couple and that our future child could save the world… or destroy it?" she shook her head as she washed her hair, "Sounds pretty self explanatory."

Connor sighed and leaned against the bathroom counter, "Don't get defensive with me now, Red. We need to figure out where we stand with all of this."

"Where we stand with this?" She scoffed, watching as the suds from her shampoo floated over her body, "It doesn't sound like we have much of a choice."

Taking in a deep breath, the male witch moved to stand just outside of the shower, "I'm all about free will, but if this is one of those things I have no control over…" he paused, wishing he could look at her instead of the damn shower curtain. Without a second thought he pushed it aside, meeting her surprised gaze with a determined one of his own, "then I'm okay with that."

"You're okay with that?" she repeated, moving to turn off the water, not phased by the fact that she was naked in front of him, it wasn't the first time. Watching as he grabbed the towel hanging up and handed it to her, she sighed, "You're okay with basically not having a chance of who you end up with in this life?" the question was asked as she wrapped the towel around her body.

He shook his head, strands of black hair moving as he did, "No, because I knew the moment we met that I wanted to be with you and those few months I spent away from you were hell."

"But think about it, Connor." she moved around him to get out of the shower, "If we ever have a child, there will be the possibility that it would be evil. I couldn't live with myself if I unleashed something like that on to the world. Can you imagine the kind of power any child of ours would have?" she shook her head, "I can't believe I'm talking about our possible future child and I'm only nineteen, that on top of the fact that we haven't been together for months just makes this really weird."

Moving behind her, Connor wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his front, "Obviously there's no time limit on this, we still have a few obstacles to work through before we even have to think about having any children. Just know that I'm not just okay with this, I want this. Ana, I want you."

Sighing, she leaned her head back against his chest, "I'm a mess and you don't deserve to have to deal with that."

"I won't be dealing with it, I'll be helping you fix it." he kissed the top of her head, reveling in the feeling of having her in his arms, "If you don't want me, though, I'll leave the whole matter alone."

Ana glanced over her shoulder at him, "Seriously." she raised an eyebrow at him and turned so she was facing him, "You're telling me that you can't feel what I'm feeling through our bond?"

A sly smile spread across his lips, "I can, I just want to hear you say it."

With a roll of her eyes, she placed her hands on his shoulders and stood on her tiptoes so she was a little closer to his eye level, "You, Connor Alexander Mohr, are so completely full of yourself. Now get out of the bathroom so I can change."

"What's up with you and Diane using my full name with that tone?" he shook his head, "I'm not a child."

"No, but you're acting like one." she placed a soft kiss on his cheek, "We have work to do and I need to get dressed, so go find my dad and Sam to see what they're up to. Oh, and get Gabe and Cas here, I have some questions about Michael."

Connor nodded, "Your wish is my command." he teased before placing a kiss on her forehead and turning to leave the bathroom. He paused as he opened the door, turning around and leaning on the frame as he looked at her, "Ana, you know that you don't have to put on a strong face for your family, right? What you went through isn't something to be taken lightly."

The redhead sighed and leaned back against the sink, "We have enough to deal with without worrying them about me. I'll be fine."

"You can't lie to me." he stated, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Look, I handled going through it once, so this time shouldn't be as bad. I've been dealing with the memory of that my whole life, this is nothing different." Ana tried to assure him, knowing that it was futile since he could sense what she was feeling, the spell he did to connect them had strengthened their bond in a way that made it just as open as it had been when it was first created.

With a sigh Connor shook his head, "Just, talk to someone if you need to, okay?" he didn't wait for an answer, just grabbed the bag he had brought with him off of the floor and left the bathroom. Leaving the bag on the table in the room, he made his way out of the door and across the hall to Sam's room, knocking on the door before letting himself in.

"Hey, we were just saying bye to Garth. He's going to head back to be with his pack." Sam explained, turning his attention back to the shorter man standing by one of the beds.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Garth asked, looking back and forth between the brothers. "I don't feel right leaving when you have so much to deal with."

Dean stepped forward and clasped the other hunter on the shoulder, "We can handle this one Garth. I'm sure Bess would appreciate it if you got back home in one piece."

Garth nodded, "Yeah, she wasn't too keen on me coming to help in the first place, but I'm glad I was able to help. If you guys need anything don't be afraid to call, alright? I'll keep track on hunters in the area and if you need help I'll send someone your way." The men said quick goodbyes, Garth forcing each into a hug. Once Ana entered the room she willingly gave him one, thanking him for sticking with them and wishing him the best with his wife and pack.

Watching as the door shut behind her new friend, Ana waited until it was closed and then turned to face the men left with her in the room. "Gabe? Cas? We need to talk." she called into the room, catching the shared look between her father and uncle, "I want answers about this damn prophecy I'm a part of."

The sound of rustling wings filled the room as the two angels appeared, Castiel stood next to Dean and Gabriel was sprawled across one of the beds, "You rang?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow in Ana's direction.

Despite everything that was happening, she gave a short laugh at the archangel's antics. "I want more information about the prophecy." Ana informed him, arms crossing over her chest.

"I'm going to need you to be more specific than that, princess." Gabriel stated, scootching so that he was sitting at the end of the bed. "First half? Last half? Who, when, where, why?"

"Let's just worry about the first half for now. With what's going on here I figure we're closer to Michael and possibly Lucifer being released from the cage than to me spawning possible evil." Ana used her telekinetic powers to drag a light wooden chair across the room toward her. Grabbing on to it once it was within reach, she adjusted the seat so that it was facing Gabriel and she sat down, elbows resting on her knees, "We're talking worse than the apocalypse, right? Let's say something doesn't work according to plan and we don't finish Michael, what's going to happen to the world?"

Mimicking her posture, the archangel looked at the girl across from him in the eye, "Best guess? Heaven crumbles into an even worse shape, Hell gets overfilled with souls, and Mikey sets fire to the whole planet." he shrugged, "We won't know for sure unless it happens, that's why we need you two ready to take big brother down should he rise."

Connor moved to stand behind Ana's chair, "Is it safe to say that if Lucifer rises alongside Michael that we're going to be facing off against him as well?"

"If Michael does rise and has fallen to the side of evil, it will be Lucifer's doing." Castiel informed them, eyebrows pulled together in thought, "The possibility of Lucifer being set free when Michael is released is very likely, there is little to no way to control who or what comes out once the cage is opened. It is my belief that if these things come to pass that Michael and Lucifer will be fighting side by side."

"Freaking awesome." Dean's tone dripped with sarcasm, "It was hard enough dealing with those pricks when they were fighting against each other, now we have to deal with them being battle buddies?" The oldest Winchester shook his head and turned his attention to his daughter, wondering why going up against something like this was falling on her shoulders, but of course it would. She was a Winchester and for some reason his whole damn family was chosen for one thing or another and it never played out in their favor.

At her father's outburst, Ana's attention turned to him and she let out a slow sigh at the look on his face as he stood there just looking at her, "It's okay, this is not the first world ending problem we have faced together and we got through that one just fine." standing up, she took a few steps toward him, "Have a little faith, dad, I mean…" she turned away from him at the last second, walking in the opposite direction, "There's an entire other part of this prophecy that says I'm going to marry this guy," she waved a hand in Connor's direction, "and we're going to have a kid, so we're going to make it out of this alive." As she turned around to face Dean again, she was met with a deep scowl and glaring eyes.

"If you're trying to make me feel better, broaching that subject was not the way to do it." Dean informed her, sending a quick glance toward Connor who wasn't looking at either of the Winchesters.

Ana shrugged, "I'm just saying that if some prophet saw it happen, it's most likely that it will happen and for it to do so Connor and I both have to live through this. If we live, you guys will all live too because it's not like I haven't saved either of your lives with magic before." She paused, a sly smile spreading across her face, "Plus, you have to be around to meet your grandchild."

"This is not funny, Anastasia!" Dean growled.

"Come on, it's a little funny." She offered, glancing to Sam and Connor, waiting for one of them to agree with her.

Connor shook his head when their eyes met, "I would like to continue to live, so I'm not going to comment whatsoever on this subject."

"Wise choice, Gandalf." Dean glanced at him before turning his attention back to Ana, "We have enough stuff to deal with right now and you are too young to be getting pregnant, so drop the grandchild crap."

Ana laughed softly, "Okay, I'll stop, I'm sorry." her eyes darted around the room to the men that made up her family, "On a more serious note, where do we go from here? Find a way to keep the devil's gate shut so that we don't even have to worry about Michael or Lucifer?"

"It does seem like the best coarse of action." Castiel advised slowing transferring his attention from Ana to Gabriel, "We should see if we can find out who is leading this attempt to free our brothers."

Sam glanced back and forth between the two angels, having been pretty silent up until that point, "Do you have any ideas? You guys were searching all last night, weren't you?"

Gabe stood up with a nod, "Yeah, we were, but other than Laylah we haven't been able to find anyone in the position to try something like this. Whichever of our brothers or sisters is heading this venture is keeping themselves very well hidden."

"Alright," Dean spoke up, "Well why don't you guys see what you can dig up, the four of us will head to the cemetery and keep an eye on the devil's gate. Hopefully we'll be able to stop anyone that tries to open it." The angels left quickly, wanting to find the lunatic that thought it would be a good idea to open up the cage.

"Hold on, I have a question." Ana turned to look at her uncle, assuming he would be the one to best answer it, "When you guys opened the cage the first time, wasn't it in a cemetery in Kansas? So if they were trying to open the cage, why are they doing it here?"

Sam thought a moment, "Well when we opened the cage in Lawrence, we had the rings from the Four Horsemen. I'm assuming they're using a different tactic, maybe they're sending troops through the gate into Hell to retrieve Michael? If they're working with the right demons, maybe all they have to do is just open the doors and their allies will have Michael on the other side." he shrugged, "Until we have more information, all we can do is guess."

Ana nodded, "Too many variables, not enough solid facts." she concluded, understanding what her uncle was saying. "Alright, so let's pack our things and get to the cemetery. I'd rather stop this before it starts than have to face down Michael and Lucifer." Turning quickly, she made her way out of the room and across the hall to the one she was sharing with Dean.

"When did she become the boss?" Dean questioned, glancing back and forth between Sam and Connor. When neither man answered he sighed and followed the direction his daughter went to collect his jacket from their room so they could leave for the cemetery.