A/N: Hello hello hello my lovely readers! First off I want to say a big thank you to the favorites and follows, it's been awhile since I've said it and I've gained some in that time, so again thank you so much! :) Makes my heart happy. Also, huge apology for how long it took me to update. My son recently had surgery and things have been kind of crazy, but I should be able to keep up on my posts now. Let me know how you like it :)

eldaearien: Your reviews always make me so happy and I appreciate that you take the time to write them :) Connor actually went from being someone I thought was only going to be around for a few chapters to this extremely in depth character that I'm just touching the basics of, so far at least. As things progress there will more explanation about Connor's actions and worries. I'm glad you enjoyed to showdown, I really wanted Ana to step up her game and use her powers in a way she hasn't before. As always, thanks for the review!

After Connor and Ana had completed the spell, the devil's gate was protected enough for the group to feel comfortable leaving it. They had decided to go to the bunker because they would have access to a bigger selection of books than they would at any other library. It was decided that the angels would fly and that the rest would teleport, Connor and Ana being able to transport the Impala with them as long as they were sitting in it. So with Dean and Sam sitting up front with the witches in back, they quickly focused their magic and within seconds they were looking at the inside of the garage attached to the bunker. Without saying a word to anyone, Ana got out of the car, grabbed her bags out of the trunk and headed toward the door that led inside. She was still trying to process everything that had gone down while they were at the cemetery and there was a lot to think about.

Dean and Sam shared one of their infamous looks before getting out of the car, Connor following shortly behind them, "You need to go talk to her." Dean told Connor as he handed the witch his bags, not caring if he was overstepping some weird parent/boyfriend conversation line that wasn't supposed to be crossed, but they wouldn't be able to get much done if the couple was on the outs.

"She's obviously not in a talking mood." Connor muttered, grabbing his bag and turning away from the brothers to walk into the bunker.

"This is going to be fun." Sam muttered, grabbing his bag and waiting for Dean to grab his before shutting the trunk. "Think we should tell him what Gabriel and Cas said about it not being possible? I mean, it'd put his mind at ease and then maybe it would make it easier for him to go talk to her about it."

Dean shook his head, "Man, I don't know. Let's just see what we can find on this demon bitch and if it becomes too much we'll lock them in a room together until they figure it out." With the silent agreement between the two, they headed toward the door, ready to hit the books and find what they could on the demon leading the army to release Michael and Lucifer from the cage.

-A-

Ana walked through the bunker, straight into her bedroom, and then shut the door behind her. Dropping her bags to the floor, she leaned back against the door and slid down it until she was sitting on the ground. She wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her head back against the door, her mind replaying Connor's words from the cemetery. While considering their prophesied future child, Ana didn't consider that something they would do could be cause of whether or not that child turned out evil, but then again she hadn't spent much time worrying about it. There were other things that took precedent over something that wasn't happening right at that moment, hopefully they would have quite a while to figure out a way to ensure that their child wouldn't somehow destroy the world.

Before her thoughts could dig further into their future, there was a knock at her door. "Hey, Princess, group huddle in the library. We kind of need you since you're the only one who knows what the demon looks like." Gabriel's voice came through the door.

Standing up, Ana moved away from the door and opened it, looking at Gabriel with a slight frown. "Is he right? If I did something bad with my magic… would it affect my future child?"

The archangel sighed heavily, "No, Ana, not unless it was really bad. Like sacrificing a mass gathering of virgins bad. Look, I know you, I've seen your soul, and nothing you do is going to be what causes your child to become a force of evil. I have faith in both you and Connor that any children you have will be raised right and won't be tempted by dark magic." he set a hand on her shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze, "Now, come on, we have a demon to find and fillet." Gabe wiggled his eyebrows at her and gestured with his arm for her to lead the way.

Ana gave a soft laugh as she walked out of her room, shutting the door behind her and heading down the hall toward the library. "Alright, let's find this bitch and put an end to this. I'm honestly really tired of dealing with big, end of the world, destruction of mankind crap." she turned to give her father and uncle a praising look, "I honestly don't know how the two of you have dealt with this so long."

"Drinking." Sam offered with a shrug, knowing that some days that's the only way they both kept going.

Dean nodded in agreement, "Lots and lots of drinking."

Ana laughed, the relief she felt about what Gabriel told her making her mood lighten. "So how do we go about finding a demon that we don't have a name for?" she looked around the room at the men that surrounded her, noticing that Connor seemed pretty upset still, they would have to talk soon since it seemed that no one had informed him that his assumption was wrong. Since they needed to focus on finding this demon, she did a small part of what she could to make him feel better and dropped the barrier she had put up in their connection. As his disappointed and all around depressing emotions flooded her mind, she took in a deep breath and pushed comforting feelings toward him, the action causing him to actually look at her like he had been avoiding. While she had been focused on that, Sam had been talking, but she hadn't been focusing on what he was saying until a name came across his lips. "Wait, you want to contact Crowley?" the shock was clear in her tone, "I've been around for like a year and a half, in that time you've been pretty set on not dealing with him again."

"Well, the fastest way of finding this demon will be to ask the King of Hell." Dean explained as if it was obvious, "It's not like he's going to be stupid enough to try anything while the six of us are all here, so I figure we're pretty safe."

Connor's eyes hadn't left Ana, but the rush of warmth he had felt from her when she dropped the barrier pulled him out of his own thoughts enough to focus on the task at hand, "So what's the plan? Are you going to summon him or just give him a call?"

Sam sighed, "If we summon him, he's just going to be pissy with us. He'll be of more help if we let him come on his own accord."

Dean pulled out his cellphone and flipped it around in his hand a minute before dialing the number, making sure that it was on speaker so everyone would be able to hear what was going on and he wouldn't have to repeat the conversation. The ringing suddenly stopped, "Squirrel, long time no chat. How are things going with the release of our favorite caged brothers?" the gravely British tone came over the phone.

"Of course you know about that. Any idea who the demon is running the whole thing?" Dean questioned, the look on his face less than thrilled about dealing with the man on the other end of the line.

"If I did, do you think that this thing would still be in the works? Releasing Lucifer is not on my bucket list for obvious reasons, but releasing Michael after he's spent this long in the cage with the devil? Avoiding that one like the plague." Crowley paused, "Well, this was a nice chat, must be going. I have a cage to keep locked."

"Wait!" Ana called out, moving to stand by her father, "We have a lead, but I can't do anything with it myself."

There was a soft chuckle from the phone's speaker, "Anastasia, I presume? You've made quite the name for yourself, dear, I've heard about all of your nifty tricks… What exactly is this lead you have?"

Ana rolled her eyes, demons were such a pain and she honestly didn't want to have to deal with Crowley, but this was their best chance at getting an answer fast. "I was able to pull a face from the memory of one of your little rebels, but not a name. You're supposed to be the King of Hell, right? Figure if anyone could put a name to that face it would be you."

"Oh, Anastasia, I'm flattered. I suppose I could give it a go, as long as you put an end to this. I have enough problems to worry about without the possibility of tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb being released from captivity." Crowley offered, trying to act as if it wasn't something he was extremely worried about, but Ana had seen enough of the demon to know that he was.

"Well then stop trying to flirt with me like you do my dad and meet me outside the bunker." She told him with a roll of her eyes and just catching the look her father sent her direction.

There was a sound like a small growl before the King of Hell grumbled something that no one could make out, "Already here, love." He finally spoke through the phone.

Ana made a disgusted face, "Don't call me that." she told him before teleporting outside and standing face to face with yet another person that she had first seen in her visions. "Crowley."

"Anastasia." The demon king slightly bowed his head to the young witch, taking in her appearance quickly before his eyes landed back on her's. "I presume you're going to use your powers to show me the demon you're looking for, or are we waiting on a sketch artist?"

There was a wave of power just next to her and Ana looked up to see Connor at her side, Gabriel and Castiel appearing just behind Crowley, each with a Winchester man in tow. "Enough of the witty banter." she gave him a forced smile and took a step closer to him, "Ready?" the question was rhetorical as she reached out and placed her fingertips on his temples, forcing the image she held in her mind into the demon in front of her. Focusing on Crowley, she watched a moment before the realization of who the demon was clicked in his head, "Who is she?" Ana asked as she pulled her hands away and took a step back.

"Old friend. Crossroad demon, I believe she's going by Jade nowadays." Crowley sent a glance over his shoulder at Sam and Dean, "She's not the strongest demon out there, but the witch," he paused, turning his attention back to Ana, "no offense darling, has been around almost as long as I have and won't be the easiest to put an end to."

Ana shook her head, dealing with demons in a way that didn't involve killing them was something she wasn't going to get used to very quickly, thankfully they hadn't been dealing with the King much since she'd been around. "Alright, so it's not going to be easy, but I can almost guarantee that it's going to be easier than taking down Michael or Lucifer, or both." she crossed her arms, "How do we find her?"

"You know, Squirrel, you can't tell at all that she shares part of your DNA." Crowley commented sarcastically, his eyes not moving from the youngest Winchester. "A summoning spell would do the trick, but I have the feeling that she'll find you soon enough. Might just want to wait this one out and make sure your little brigade of toy soldiers is ready to take on some casualties."

Connor scoffed next to Ana, giving Crowley an amused look as Ana closed the space between them once again, "Obviously you're a little slow or you're just not doing the math right on this one. With two angels and two witches in this little brigade there's very little chance that anyone will die, except anyone that comes up against us. You might want to remember that for future reference." The young witch gave him a condescending pat on the shoulder before teleporting back into the bunker, followed shortly by Connor.

Crowley slowly turned around to look at the angels and the remaining Winchesters, "Looks like you two wasted no time teaching her the ways of the family." He looked over each of the hunters before giving a slight nod of his head, "Moose, Squirrel, it's been nice to see you again. Don't die while taking out Jade and her army, yeah?" he didn't wait for a response before vanishing from their sight.

The brothers shared a look before walking toward the door that led into the bunker, figuring that the witches had gone in there when they teleported away and it didn't take them long to find the two standing by one of the tables in the library, looking over a book sitting on the table between them. "What's going on?" Sam questioned, slightly recognizing the book as one of Ana's personal belongings.

"Ana had a pretty genius idea and we're looking over some options to see if we can make it work." Connor explained, not taking his eyes off of the book, "Do you mind?" he directed the question at Ana as he reached for the book, hands hovering over the book. When she nodded, he picked it up and began to flip through the pages.

Dean walked down the table and took a seat, "You had a genius idea?" he questioned, looking up at his daughter with a quirked eyebrow.

Ana glared at him, "Don't act so surprised, it's actually something you'd probably try doing. So in a weird way, I think you should be proud." she explained with a grin.

"Uh oh." Sam commented, walking over to Connor to glance at the book, "I'm sure if it's something Dean would try, I should be worried."

With a shake of her head, Ana crossed her arms over her chest, "I just want to blow it up. I mean, it makes sense. Right, Connor?"

"Woah, woah, woah." Dean sprung up from his chair and walked over to his daughter, arms crossing over his chest to mimic her stance as he looked down at her. "You want to blow what up?" He wasn't entirely sure how he felt about her forming this plan, but part of him was slightly proud of her.

"The devil's gate. I got to thinking that if it no longer existed that this specific plan would fail, because they're banking on the fact that the gate is still standing, but if we take it away…" She trailed off, leaving the statement open ended so he would figure it out on his own.

Sam looked to the angels who were standing just inside of the room, "Would that work? It wouldn't just leave the portal to Hell open?"

Ana jumped a little at her uncle's words, grinning from ear to ear with excitement, "Connor already thought of that issue, which is why we're digging through this old spell book. It belonged to one of my long dead relatives, one who specialized in binding things together. We're thinking that if we use a strong enough binding spell, we can bind this particular entrance into Hell to the gate keeping it locked and-"

"-Once the gate is gone so will that entrance to Hell." Dean finished, following his daughter's train of thought as he smiled, "It makes sense and it's possibly the best plan we have." The last part was spoke at his brother, waiting for his incredi-brain to catch some problem with the plan that neither he or either of the witches had.

Sam took a minute, considering the plan and the page in the book that Connor seemed to be stuck on, "Is it even possible to get rid of something like that? I would just assume that it wouldn't be something as simple as destroying the gate that would close it."

Gabe and Cas shared a quick glance before they both moved toward the table, Castiel walked toward Sam and Connor to look at the book while Gabriel moved to stand by Dean's abandoned chair. "If everything is done right and the spell is strong enough to bind the portal into Hell with the gate containing it, I don't see why it shouldn't work, but you may also want to have a containment and closing spell prepared, just incase this doesn't go according to plan."

"No problem, I actually have one somewhere that puts both of those things together and almost comes close to the strength of what was used to make Lucifer's cage." Ana made a twisting motion with her wrist and a new book appeared in her hand.

The angels shared a surprised glance, "No one is supposed to have that kind of power. Dad made the cage, you saying someone in your family somehow figured out how to rival God's power?" Gabriel demanded, voice growing angry.

Ana held up her hands in mock surrender, "Calm down, Gabe, I said almost. Obviously I don't have the strength of magic that God does, but I'm saying that this spell should be able to keep the gate on lockdown should this not go as planned."

Gabe frowned at the young witch, questioning her definition of the word almost, "Show me the spell. I want to see if you're right."

Ana opened the book in her hand and leafed through it until she came across the spell, setting it on the table, she slid it over to Gabe before turning to raise an eyebrow at her father, "What's his deal?"

"I think the thought of anyone being as powerful as God set him off." Dean offered with a shrug, "I mean they're angels, God created them and the world, would make sense for them to take pride in their Dad's power."

"You know, you're smarter than you look." She teased with a cheeky grin.

Dean glared at her, "You watch it, I'm not afraid to beat on you." he warned in a playful tone, glad to have a normal moment among the crazy they had been stuck in recently.

The comment made Ana scoff and she rolled her eyes, "Like you'd stand a chance. I know all of your tricks, dad."

"Is that a challenge?" He raised an eyebrow at her and moved a hand so that he was pointing at her, "I taught you everything you know combat-wise."

"Uncle Sam taught me too." She reminded him, glancing over at the third Winchester in the room, though he was engrossed in reading something in the book he was looking at with Connor.

Dean gave her a questioning look, "And who do you think taught him? In a square fight between the two of us, I would take you down."

Ana took a step toward her dad, looking up at him with a smirk, "Why don't we settle this? We can go in the gym and see how long it takes me to pin you."

"How about the Winchester Battle Royal waits until we have this Hell mess figured out?" Gabriel offered, seeming to be the only one in the room listening to the banter between the father and daughter. "Plus, if you're going to do this I need proper time to set up some betting poles." He waited to speak again until he had walked around the table and was standing next to Ana, "So, you're right, this spell is incredibly powerful… in theory. Its never been tested before."

The young witch gave him a small nod, "I know, but the witch that wrote it, Beatrice, was very skilled in crafting spells. I have no doubt that it will work. The only problem is that the ingredients are going to be hard to get."

"The spell we were thinking of using on the gate, we're just discussing the ingredients needed." Connor glanced at Sam as he spoke, indicating that he was pairing the older man with himself in this conversation. "Some of them are going to be a little hard to get as well." He explained, turning his gaze on the two angels in the room, "We may need your help getting some of them."

"Let me see." Ana extended her hand out for the book, carefully taking it from him and turning it around to glance at the list of ingredients. "Right, some of these things are freakishly rare. Connor and I should be able to handle these ones," she tapped the book still in Gabriel's hands, "if you and Cas can help find the more rare items on this one." she slightly wiggled the book in her hand.

Gabriel held the book in his hands out to her and they swapped, each double checking the lists to see that they could get what they needed. "Cas and I should be able to get Saint Helena Olive flower. Quick jump into nineteen ninety-four, no biggie. This uh... " he glanced at the list with a raised eyebrow, "large moonstone, blessed by a Druid priest and washed in the blood of a first born virgin, may be a little harder." The angel looked at the young witch next to him, "Seriously, where do you guys come up with this stuff?"

"Oh, don't worry about that one. I've got a guy." Ana waved her hand as if it were no big deal and continued to look at her list before lifting her eyes to Connor, "Know where we can find a batch of frankincense and myrrh oil aged sixty years?"

Dean grabbed Ana's shoulder and spun her around so she was looking at him, "Do I even want to know how you found this 'guy' that can get you a rock covered in virgin blood?"

Ana rolled her eyes, "So I've met some people in the witching community and it's not like the virgin was sacrificed. Just a little blood to roll the moonstone around in and it's not covered, they wipe the blood off at the end." When it didn't seem that Dean was going to respond, she turned back around to look at Connor, "Frankincense and myrrh?" she questioned again.

"Do they have to be separate or can it be a mixture?" He questioned, pulling out his phone ready to make a call.

"Uh…" Ana glanced down at the book and read over the spell one more time, "They need to be separate. Do you think Diane has some?"

Connor shook his head as he dialed a number, "I don't think so, but Gregory keeps a large stock of oils. I wouldn't be surprised if he did." he explained as he placed the phone to his ear and then walked away from the group so he could talk to his coven mate without interrupting the conversation in the bunker.

"Alright, while the rest of us work on the harder stuff, why don't you and Sam get the more common things." Ana glanced at her dad, "We already have some of it, though I don't think we have enough dragon's blood. I'll make you a list?"

Dean glanced at Sam and they both nodded, "We might as well do something if you guys are going to do the heavy lifting."

Connor walked back over to them, "Gregory has the oils and a couple of other things on our list, Red. I'll go get that from him if you want to get in contact with Willow."

"Your virgin blood, rock guy is named Willow?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow at Ana, wondering along with Dean and Sam where she found this guy.

"Yes, his name is Willow, no that is not his real name. No he is not a drug dealer or some creepy guy, just a really eccentric Druid who has a wide collection of different stones." Ana looked at the three men giving her weird looks, "Does that satisfy you or would you like me to get you all of his information before I go off to get what I need from him?"

Dean nodded, "I wouldn't mind taking a look at his record."

Ana made a disapproving sound, "Dad, I was kidding! Look we really don't have time for anything like that, there's no telling how much longer we have before they get to the gate and try to open it. I'll be there all of ten minutes. Plus, he owes me one."

"He owes you one?" Connor questioned, "I wasn't aware that Willow would agree to owing anyone for anything."

"Well you save his life from a spell gone wrong and he'll thank you with a very odd promise to 'be there whenever you need him', though I know I'm not taking that the way he meant it. I think he can dig through his collection for a moonstone for me." She offered, moving around the table to grab the small notepad and pen that sat off to the side. Writing down a quick list for her dad and uncle, she handed it to the former before turning to look at everyone else, "Let's just try to get this all done as soon as we can so that we beat Jade and her lackies to the punch line."

"Alright," Dean glanced at the list, "this is all easy enough. Meet back here and then someone can give the two humans a lift back to the devil's gate?" he questioned, glancing between the witches and the angels.

Ana nodded, "Sounds like a plan. See you guys soon." she offered before teleporting out of the room, followed shortly by Connor and then the angels as they flew out.

Sam moved toward his brother and took the list from him, "We can get all of this in the next town over." he said, following Dean toward the garage.

"You would know that, nerd." Dean jabbed, opening the door to the garage and hurrying through it. If they were going to keep up with the angels and witches they would have to travel fast and he didn't want to waste any time.

Once they reached the Impala and both brothers were inside, Sam turned to look at Dean, "How do you think we keep stocked on things like this? It just doesn't randomly appear in the bunker."

Dean scoffed, turning on the car and speeding out of the garage. Of course he knew that the things that they used in the few spells they ever did just didn't appear out of nowhere and the logical response was that Sam was the one keeping them stocked on everything, but he couldn't miss an opportunity to mess with his baby brother, not with the gnawing feeling in his gut growing by the second. If there was one thing that he knew for certain in this world, it was that when that feeling started, it was only a matter of time before it got worse and everything went to Hell. Dean just hoped that this one time his gut was wrong.

A/N(2): Sorry guys, it's a little shorter than I would have liked, but not posting anything for so long was driving me crazy! Next chapter shouldn't take nearly as long to get up. Thanks for reading! :)