A/N: HOLY COW GUYS! The views that I got after posting that last chapter made me so giddy! I honestly am so thankful for each and every one of you. I continue to write and try to come up with crazy ways to mess with the Winchester world because of the response I get from you, so thank you!

eldaearien: I won't spoil anything for you, but you won't be disappointed with what the next few chapters hold for Ana and the guys :)

The drive from the town of Finch to Calvary Cemetery was about forty-five minutes, just shy of thirty if you happened to be riding in the car with Dean Winchester. There was a heavy feeling of pent up emotions within the car, between the three masters of, "Nothing's wrong, I'm fine," and the obvious disbelief on the part of a certain Mohr witch, nothing was being said. Oddly, not even the sound of music was heard over the speakers. It seemed that even the driver was too lost in thought to bother trying to pretend that everything was normal.

Ana's eyes were focused out of the car window at the passing fields. Though it was only ten in the morning, the sky was grey and it, along with the tension in the car, wasn't boding well with the young witch. The silence was her enemy along the ride, it left too much time for her to dwell on what she had gone through in the clutches of the angels. Trying her hardest to not let her brain wander to the now very vivid memory was becoming increasingly difficult as the drive continued on and she knew that her attempts to hide her terror, panic, and distraught emotions from Connor weren't working because he continued to look over at her every couple of minutes. Thankfully the man sitting next to her didn't try to give her any physical comfort because she knew that in the passing moments in the car if he had tried, she would have lost all control and broken down, which is exactly what she didn't want. No, she was fine. These feelings were nothing new for her and she knew how to deal with them, she had been doing so since the day it happened, but it was so much different having to watch the torture be executed over and over and over again.

When Dean pulled the Impala up to the railroad tracks that constructed the iron devil's trap, he glanced back into the rear view mirror, focusing on his daughter before turning off the engine. "So, we need to do what we can to make this place a freaking fortress. The tracks need to be checked to make sure the trap is still in tact, we should put up a couple of banishing sigils incase any unwelcome angel douchebags show." He paused, waiting to see if she would meet his eyes in the mirror as they had done so many times before, but when it became clear that she wasn't going to meet his gaze Dean looked over his shoulder at Connor. "Think you could come up with some sort of magical barrier? Try to keep out what we can with that?"

"Yeah, that should be easy enough. Depending on the strength of whatever may head this way, it should hold for a while and I know a spell that sets off a warning signal if a barrier is broken." Connor answered, nodding at Dean before looking at Ana, "I'll need your help, you know barrier spells are stronger when we work together."

The redheads only response was a curt nod, her eyes still focused out the window. Without speaking, she opened her door and stepped out of the car, closing the door gently behind her. Dean glanced at his brother before looking back to Connor, "You can still sense what she's feeling right? Your bond thingy is all up and running again?"

Connor nodded, glancing out the back window as he heard Ana open the trunk, "No matter how much she says she is fine, she's really not." he informed the brothers, knowing that they each were just as worried as he was. Ana wasn't acting like herself, not that any of them expected her to after what she had been through, but how silent she was being was beginning to scare all of them.

"I haven't heard her say anything that didn't pertain to the prophecy or what's going on with this case since she came into my room this morning." Sam offered, "She can't just keep this all in."

Dean shook her head, "But that's exactly what she's going to do and as much as I think it's a terrible idea, we shouldn't try to force anything out of her. Maybe she just needs time to get her thoughts straight before she comes to one of us to talk?"

"Or she's going to keep her mouth shut until she's forced to talk." Connor chimed in softly, watching as Ana's form moved around the driver's side of the car, the duffle with her spell supplies slung over her shoulder.

When she stopped by Dean's window, he rolled it down and looked up at the blank expression on his daughter's face, "You guys going to get out so we can get started or are you going to continue to talk about me like I don't know what you're doing in there?" her words held just a little bit of a bite, she just wished that they would leave it all alone. Speaking about her emotions had never been a strong suit of her, not when they were deep, raw emotions painted in red hues. Plus they really had bigger things to worry about at that moment. The three men gave her slightly embarrassed looks, but didn't answer, so she turned to walk toward the cemetery, "If you don't hurry up I'm going to start the spell without you, Connor!" she called over her shoulder.

"If I ever had any qualms about Ana being your daughter, they have just been squashed." Sam commented to his brother as he opened the passenger side door.

Dean watched the taller man exit the car with a questioning look before getting out himself, "Sam, it's been almost a year and a half, if you didn't think she was mine you could have said something sooner."

"I'm not saying that I ever really did, but in that moment she was so much like you, it was kind of scary." The younger Winchester brother clarified as he moved toward the trunk to grab the bags they would need. "Having an angel confirm that she was your child kind of got rid of any question in my mind."

Connor shook his head at the brothers and made quick work of getting his things out of the trunk. A lot needed to be done and there was no telling how long they were going to need to be there until their next course of action could be planned out. He jogged to catch up with Ana, who was now standing in front of the devil's gate, a hand pressed against the door. "Hey, you alright?"

"This was where my grandfather pulled himself out of Hell, where my dad killed Azazel…." She trailed off, removing her hand from the door and turning around to look at Connor, "The last time they were here... Bobby and Ellen were still alive, neither of them had been to Hell and back… Things weren't perfect, but they were easier."

He walked over to her, dropping his bag to the ground as he looked at the door, "A lot has happened, but it hasn't been all bad. They have you now and though you all can drive each other crazy, it's clear you love one another."

"You're right, but ever since I came into their lives it's been one thing or another. I just wish things could be better for them, ya know?" Ana shrugged, before turning away from him to dig through her bag. "We should get started on the barrier."

Sam and Dean walked through the old headstones as they made their way over to the two witches who were putting their supplies together. Each man remembering what had happened the last time they had been there, "I can't believe how long it's been." Sam commented, frowning as he passed familiar gravestones.

Dean only nodded in response before moving over to where Connor and Ana stood, he had watched their conversation from afar, but couldn't hear anything, though it was obvious that Connor hadn't made any progress getting through to her. "So, you kids ready to do your witch stuff? Sam and I will start working on sigils." he watched as Ana continued to pull things out of her bag.

"This shouldn't take us long, we've done it before, but while we're working we all need to keep our eyes open. Until the spell is finished we're pretty much moving targets." She explained, standing up and handing Connor a couple of things. "We'll get this up and meet you guys back here."

As she walked away, Connor gave each man a long look before following behind Ana. "You need to talk to someone, Red." He couldn't beat around the bush any longer, she was worrying him too much. Their bond was too open and neither of them had really put in the effort to close it down, so it sat there between them, transferring all of her emotions to him and that's what was making it harder for him to ignore. When she continued to walk toward the north without even acknowledging his words, he sighed, "Anastasia, I'm serious. You can't hide this from me so I know you're not okay, they know you're not okay. It's not healthy to keep it all locked up inside and act like everything is fine."

"Just drop it, Connor." Her voice was flat, holding none of the emotion that was raging through her body. "Let's just get this spell done so we will have a little warning before we're attacked." She knew the need to keep them all alive would distract him for a little while longer. There was nothing else spoken until they reached the tracks to the north of the cemetery, which was where they mixed what they needed to in their small bowls and then each turned, Ana walking toward the west and Connor toward the east, each chanting the spell that would construct the protective barrier.

The spell itself wasn't difficult at all, the time consuming part was walking the perimeter of the cemetery, making sure that they each covered their half circle line. By the time they had reached each other at the south tracks, just on the other side of where the Impala was parked, Dean and Sam had finished putting up sigils around on gravestones and the gate itself. "All done?" Sam questioned as he watched to two walk back toward the gate. He used a rag to wipe off the blood on his hand that he had used to the angel banishing sigil, now a they would need to do was slap their hand on top of it to activate it.

"Yeah, nothing's going to get in without one of us knowing, so we're pretty safe for now. You guys finish up too?" Connor had taken the supplies they used back toward his and Ana's bag, not missing how she continued to look over her shoulder.

Dean was watching his daughter carefully, her attention was partially on the conversation, but she kept glancing over her shoulder as if someone was watching her. "Hey, kid, you alright?" he questioned, wondering if she was sensing something out there.

Her attention was quickly pulled back to her father and she nodded slowly. She was becoming too paranoid, that had to be what was going on. It was the instant playback of her past that was messing with her. Anytime she wasn't actively doing something or distracting herself they would sink back into her main focus and if she closed her eyes for any amount of time she would see it all over again. "Yeah," she finally answered, "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." Connor piped in as he stood up, raising an eyebrow at her. A slight panic was clearly being carried through their bond, but he had no idea why she would be freaking out right now, he couldn't sense anyone around them for miles. Everything had gone perfectly with the spell, the barrier was intact, and if there was an attack they had enough force between them and the angels that would come to their aid to hold their own. He watched as Ana glanced over her shoulder for the fifth time, "Do you feel something out there?"

Squinting, she turned her full body to face out toward the east where some trees spotted the land before turning into a massive patch of wooded area. "I…" she shook her head, red hair swaying back and forth, "I'm not sure." Blinking, the black void behind her eyelids was filled with Brandon's face each time her eyes closed and she began to shake slightly.

"Ana?" Connor walked over to her, moving to stand in front of her. "What is it?" he reached to grab gently on to her shoulders, hoping the contact would calm her down.

"No!" She screamed out, jumping away from him and pushing his hands away in one swift movement. With a quick shake of her head, as if to clear out the bad memories, she looked up at Connor to see hurt and worry etched across his face. "I… I don't know if something's out there, I just feel like we're not alone." she answered.

"I'm not sensing anything, Ana…" Connor didn't move to touch her or get closer to her, "Are you sure that you're actually sensing something or does this have to do with what Laylah did to you?"

"I don't know!" She snapped loudly, walking backwards away from her family, each man watching her with their own look of concern. "I don't know." she repeated softly, stopping only when the backs of her legs came in contact with a gravestone.

Dean took a couple of steps in her direction, her body was trembling, her eyes weren't focusing on any of them and seemed wild, "Ana, you need to talk to us about what happened." he kept his voice soft and low, hoping that somehow they could get through to her before it got too much worse. Not only was she worrying him, but they wouldn't survive if they were attacked and she was being distracted by whatever was going on in her head.

"No." she shook her head and rubbed a hand across her face, "I'm fine." The words were said as a signal for the conversation to end, but as she pushed off of the gravestone and walked past her father, he stepped in her way.

"Damn it, Anastasia, you are not fine. From what I can tell you're almost as far from fine as you can possibly get." He argued, tone harsher, "There is too much going on for you to keep this all bottled up. It's obviously affecting you and we can't afford for something to distract you like this."

Ana shoved passed him, "I'm not distracted, I'm completely focused on what is going on right here."

Connor scoffed, "Right, because if that were true you wouldn't have to question if there was something out there. You would know. Something is bothering you, which is not surprising at all, but you can't ignore it forever."

"Of course something is bothering me! You saw what happened!" She finally snapped, a red hot rage boiling through her veins that none of them would just drop the subject and let her deal with it on her own. "In the short amount of time the ritual was going, how many times did you watch it happen? Twice? Three times maybe?"

"Twice." He informed her, remembering both times with extreme clarity.

Ana laughed darkly, "You were there for ten minutes max. I was being tortured for hours." she looked at each man in turn, "There's nothing like watching a four year old version of yourself being tortured, burned, over and over again. Every time I close my eyes I see his face, I feel the burns all over again, like they're fresh." Looking away she shook her head, "There's nothing you guys can do, that's why I didn't want to talk about it, because you," she turned to look at Dean, "feel the need to fix every problem that comes your way and you," she turned to Sam, "would give me those damn sad puppy eyes for hell knows how long." As she turned to Connor, she took in a deep breath, "You already knew, you can feel every emotion that is running through my body, you saw what happened, and because of that I thought I might get a little understanding from you that this is something that needs to be left alone!" Ana snapped, the volume of her voice close to yelling. All of her senses being overloaded by memories and the fleeting presence that she swore she could feel outside of the protective circle was making her lose her patience. Raising her eyes to the thick line of trees in the distance, she squinted at them as if it would help her see whatever was out there, but part of her was questioning if something was even out there at all.

"Ana, what is it?" Sam asked, turning to look in the direction that she was before turning back to her with a questioning look, "You keep looking that way."

Connor walked over to her, pushing aside his worry about her current mental state as he looked into her eyes, "Show me." he instructed, wondering if she was indeed sensing something real out there or if this had something to do with how she was handling the trauma from her torture. With a sharp nod, Ana pulled her attention away from the trees and placed her fingertips on Connor's temples, transferring the feeling and location of the presence she was sensing. "Do you know what it is?" he questioned as she pulled her touch away from him.

She shook her head, "It's there and then it's suddenly gone, but then it comes back in the same exact spot." the explanation had pulled her focus back to the trees, "Whatever it is feels... familiar."

"There's something out there?" Dean questioned, moving closer to the witches, if they were being watched they needed to keep close together in case of attack.

"For some reason I can't sense whatever is out there, but Ana can and her senses are picking up on it." Connor's focus slowly moved from the girl in front of him, to Dean, and back again, "It's strong if it can hide it's presence from me but light it up like a beacon for her."

Sam moved closer to the group and looked down at his niece, who's attention was still directed at the trees, "Do you think that they're trying to lure her out?" he directed the question at Connor since Ana seemed to be too focused on whatever was out there to listen to him.

"Maybe Ana's power is just stronger than whatever is out there and they're not able to hide from her like they are from you." Dean offered to Connor, watching as the male witch's mind tried to work through what was going on.

Though he didn't answer, he had heard both of the questions from the Winchester men, "Ana?" he spoke her name to pull her focus away from whatever was in the trees. When her eyes finally met his, he continued, "You said it feels familiar? Can you sense anything else?"

"Not initially." Her voice was soft as she closed her eyes and focused on what was out there, pushing away the glimpses of Brandon she was seeing to push her senses out toward the presence to get a better reading off of it. "It's dark, obviously not human…" she shook her head and opened her eyes to look up at Connor, "They're keeping me from seeing too much, unless I get closer or use more of my power to force past theirs, I'm not going to be able to get much else."

"And if you force your power past theirs it could cause them to attack, right?" Dean questioned, his hand itching to reach for his pistol, but he didn't. They had no idea what was actually out there and at this point the decision to interact was completely up to Ana.

The redhead paused for a moment, considering her father's words before nodding, "I'm going to assume that if I find the identity of this person that they will attack or something equally as bad. We don't have the best luck with getting out of situations like this without putting up a fight."

Before anyone could say anything more there was the sound of wings around them, Castiel and Gabriel standing just on the outside of their little group. Sam raised an eyebrow at them, "We have up sigils to hide our location from demons and angels, how did you find us?" he questioned, knowing that he and Dean drew them right so logically neither angel should have been able to find them.

Gabriel scoffed and raised an eyebrow at Sam, "Like I haven't put tracking sigils all over your bodies."

Sam and Dean shared a look, both ready to tear the archangel a new one, but Castiel held up a hand to silence them, "Because Ana's not actively trying to hide her location and no one has bound her power, Gabriel has the ability to locate her."

"You do?" Ana asked, with a furrowed brow, "Is it because of you stashing your grace in me?" she was slowly learning that because she had housed his grace for so long that she held some sort of weird connection with the archangel. So far they had figured out that he was more attuned to her mental prayers, whether they were directed at him or not, and that apparently he could track her.

"You ruin all of the fun, Cassie." Gabriel chided his little brother before turning to answer Ana, "Yes, to both questions. Since my grace spent so much time holed up in your body, it's very familiar with your soul so it makes it extra easy for me to find you… You know, unless your powers are on locked down because of the bitch that was my sister."

Dean shook his head, "Okay, this is all very interesting, but I'm sure you guys can talk about this later. Did you two find out who's heading this plan to open the cage?"

"The faction of angels that is working to do so isn't any where in Heaven and we can't get a reading on their location. Though we have come to the conclusion that whoever is in charge is most likely not an angel." Castiel answered, gaze flicking out toward the trees that Ana continued to glance at.

Sam looked between Cas and Ana with a concerned look, "So, a demon? That's our next guess, right?"

Gabriel nodded, "Probably another higher ranking one that thinks releasing Lucifer will work out well for them." he caught Castiel and Ana's attention being focused somewhere behind him, "Earth to Ana." he waved his hands around, drawing her attention to him, "What's up, princess?"

"Is it still out there?" Connor asked Ana, wondering if it was and if so, why neither angel could sense it either. They each held enough power to sense almost anything.

Ana shook her head, "It disappeared once they showed up, I've been waiting for it to come back, but it hasn't."

"What are they talking about?" Gabriel asked, flicking his gaze back and forth between Sam and Dean, knowing that it was best to not try to get answers out of Ana or Connor when they were talking like they were now. Once they're bodies were close together and Connor was completely focused on what was going on with the female witch, there was little that could break the attention that they held for one another.

Dean glanced at the witches, "Ana's been sensing something in the trees that Connor can't." he explained, glancing to both angels, waiting for one of them to have answers.

Gabriel turned in the direction that Cas and Ana had been focused on, "Well whatever it was isn't there anymore. You thinking it's a hostile? I wouldn't be too worried, the barrier spell that Connor and Ana put up is really strong."

"Speaking of that, how did you two get in without breaking it?" Sam questioned, it was easy to forget about the spell that the witches had put in place since he couldn't see it and unlike the rest of the group neither he or Dean could sense it.

"The barrier is like an extension of our power, in some strange way it recognized that these two are trusted and allowed them in without breaking it." Ana explained, "That's why we both prefer to use this specific spell. I could cast it without anyone in the circle with me and it would let in anyone that's trusted, while keeping out enemies."

Dean nodded his approval, "You know, this witch stuff has its perks." he offered, looking over at his brother who was giving him a bitch face, "What?"

"It's back." Ana spoke quickly, looking to each angel to see if they would be able to sense what she was.

"Demon." Castiel spoke, turning to look to Gabriel who gave him a quick nod and they both flew away to go see who was watching them.

They were gone mere seconds before Ana sighed, "It's gone again." she informed the rest of the group just as the angels were joining them again.

"Well they obviously don't want us to know who they are." Gabriel muttered, glancing at Ana, "Were you able to get anything else off of them?"

She shook her head, "I didn't even get that it was a demon, just that it wasn't human and not the best of person."

"So this demon is out here watching us for whatever reason and obviously doesn't want anything to do with you guys." Dean gestured to the two angels, "Maybe this is the one in charge? Staking us out to see what they have to go up against before they can get to the gate?"

Castiel nodded, "It is a logical conclusion and it would be wise of them to size up their enemy before attacking. We should prepare ourselves for the possibility that we will be in battle any minute now." he instructed, dropping his angel blade from his sleeve.

Ana quickly turned toward the gate, ready to grab a few more weapons out of her bag since they weren't really sure the kind of force that may be headed their way. Just as she was about to reach down toward her bag, a bright white light took up her vision accompanied by a stabbing pain that vibrated through her whole head, causing her to cry out as she dropped to her knees and curl into herself. There had never been any pain with her visions and that was her first clue that what she was seeing wasn't naturally caused, but what she saw was extremely possible of happening and it caused her heartbeat to accelerate.

The group of men had quickly moved to surround Ana once they heard her cry of pain. Connor and Dean knelt on the ground next to her while the other three stood and kept their attention on the surrounding area, waiting for someone to attack. "Ana, what's going on, talk to me." Dean spoke as she whimpered, clearly in pain.

Connor swore and placed his hands on the side of her face, he tried to use his magic to get a glimpse of what was happening but he was pushed back by some sort of wall that was constructed around her mind. "It's a vision."

"She has never had a reaction like that from a vision." Sam glanced over his shoulder, knowing that none of the visions he had could have compared to what she was dealing with if the look on her face was anything to go by.

"That's because it's not a naturally occurring one." Connor clenched his jaw before looking to Dean, "Someone has forced this vision to happen and because of that her magic is trying to fight against it, but it's not working."

Ana sucked in a deep breath and sat straight up, eyes opening and focusing on the two faces level with hers. "No. No, no, no. This cannot be happening." she stood up and looked around the cemetery, "We need to get out of here. Now."

"Woah, slow down there, princess." Gabriel couldn't help but to notice the frantic look on the girl's face, "What did you see?"

"That doesn't matter! We have to leave." She tried to plead with them, there was no way that the vision she just had could come true. A vibrating feeling passed through her body and she whimpered, "The barrier is down."

Connor stood and reached for Ana, whose body was trembling in a way he had never felt before, "What did you see, what are we up against?"

The redhead just shook her head, "It's too late. He's here."

"Who is here?" Dean asked, pulling out his pistol and taking on a defensive stance in front of his daughter.

Ana just continued to shake her head, as if it would make everything go away, as if the simple action could stop what was about to happen next. Slow tears streamed down her face as she fought to keep herself together, but it was useless once she saw a figure heading in their direction from the east, where the presence had been not long before.

Connor had to wrap his arms around her to keep her upright as she cried and shook, eyes fixated on the form of the man that was walking their direction, the closer he got the easier it was to make out who it was, though the majority of the group didn't recognize him. He stopped far enough away from the group to make a retreat if needed, his hazel eyes focused on the broken girl in the middle of the protective circle of men. His eyes turned pitch black as a devilish grin spread on his lips, "Are you ready to have a little fun, Ana?" he questioned with a wave of his hand.

There was a muffled scream has Ana buried her face into Connor's chest. She lifted up her shirt to show that the marks that had been left from her torture as a child looked like they had just been inflicted. "Stop, please… stop." she begged, every ounce of training leaving her body as the pain took over and her mind tried to wrap around the face she was seeing across the cemetery.

"If you fight against me, you'll get punished." The demon's warning was a sentence that had been branded on the inside of her head since she was four and she wanted nothing more than to be able to fight against him, but she was broken. Between the torture from Laylah, the constant replay of it all in her head, and the vision she had just had, there was no control left in her body.

"Who the hell is this bastard." Dean growled the words, wanting nothing more than to take a shot at the demon but he wouldn't when it seemed that he had some sort of control over his daughter.

The demon turned his attention to Dean, an evil grin still on his lips, "Oh, Dean, I thought you would have figured it out by now. You know, they say that you humans never forget a face, that each person you ever see is kept in your head for use in things like dreams. This face," he patted his own cheek, "is something I've had for fifteen years now and it's one that our dear little Ana will never forget. Laylah made extra sure of that, didn't she?" Brandon turned his attention back to Ana, "Oh yes, this is going to be fun."