A/N: Hey guys! So this is just going to be a quick note. I'm going to leave a longer one at the end, but I wanted to give you all a heads up. There is some text in this chapter that is in italics, set in the middle of the page. Those are song lyrics that gave me inspiration for this chapter and this part of the plot. :) Enjoy

God took my soul. Left it at the Devil's door.

And now I can't get it back!

-The Devil's Door by Pet the Preacher

"What do you mean her soul is missing?!" Dean demanded, looking back and forth between the two angels and his daughter who was sitting in a chair that had been pulled away from the table, expression completely uninterested. Shortly after Connor had done his magic thing to Ana in front of the bar, he had teleported her back to the bunker and the others piled back into the Impala so that Dean could speed them back to the bunker. They weren't entirely sure what to expect from the young witch and Dean didn't want her to leave his sight until they had everything figured out. When they arrived Connor had sat Ana in a chair and though she was still unconscious he bound her wrists in a set of iron shackles. If Dean was thankful for one thing in that moment, it was that even though she was a powerful witch, that the iron still bound her powers. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the angels, "She's never even gone to Hell! How could it be gone?!"

Castiel sighed, "God." he answered, taking a moment to watch Ana before looking back at Dean. The moment the brothers had received the call that something was wrong with Ana they arrived as quickly as possible, Gabriel fearing that whatever it was that hallened had been something he could have prevented. When Sam and Dean explained their theory, Castiel had checked to verify their concerns and neither he nor anyone in the room were happy with his findings.

"God?" Dean questioned, brow furrowed and jaw clenched, "What do you mean God?!" He had gone from ready to form a plan to get his daughter's soul back to completely freaking out and no one was entirely sure how to handle the eldest Winchester as he paced back and forth behind the chair that Ana was sitting in. She had been awake since Cas had shoved his arm elbow deep into her chest and she hadn't said a word.

Gabriel stepped up from his place against the wall, "Apparently Father has a job for her, but instead of forcing the whole of your daughter into Hell, he just took her soul from her body and sent that." The moment he had confirmation from Cas that Ana was indeed soulless, the archangel had flown away, searching for answers. He hadn't gotten far when Father had appeared to him, giving him the shortest explanation he could before disappearing again.

Dean threw his arm out toward his brother, "Because separating the soul from the body does so much for the person left soulless!" His mind was running a million miles an hour. Flashbacks to dealing with Sam soulless, everything he had to go through to get Sam's soul back, and how hard it had been to watch the wall in his brother's head slowly crack all filled him with anxiety. He wasn't sure he could go through the same thing with Ana, thankfully he wasn't alone.

Sam winced at Dean's words, but chose to ignore them, "I thought God was M.I.A.? Why all of the sudden does He need Ana to do something in Hell?" He was trying hard to not overreact. Yes, they were in a bad situation. No, it was not one he liked, but if God had a reason Sam had to assume that it was a good one.

"Dad didn't give me any details. Just that when she was done doing whatever it is she's up to, that he'll make sure her soul is returned to her body." Gabe explained, moving to stand next to Ana. She didn't turn to look at him as he stopped at her side and he only hoped that this would be over quickly.

Castiel's eyes were focused on the youngest Winchester as well, remembering Sam's days soulless just as Dean was. "She will need to be watched while her soul remains missing."

"No freaking kidding! I've babysat a soulless Winchester before." Dean snarled, "Why did it have to be her though? Did God just snatch up her soul and drop it at some random location without even broaching the subject with anyone?!"

Ana had been silent through the argument, having a staring contest with Connor who sat a few feet in front of her in a chair near the table. When she had woken up to find that she had been placed in a chair, near the center of the room, and shackled in iron she had been far from pleased. "He didn't just take it." she finally spoke, her eyes never leaving Connor's.

"What?" Dean and Sam asked at the same time, each moving to stand in front of her, but not in the way of Connor's line of sight. Neither wanted to chance her somehow getting free and for some reason that possibility was contingent on the witches being able to see each other.

"You really think God would give us all free will and then take it away the moment he needed something?" Ana glanced up at her father, eyebrows pulled up in question, "No, of course not, because though God may not be everything He's made out to be, the man is definitely not that cruel. He asked me and I agreed."

Sam's expression quickly turned from worry to shock. "That's what you were talking about. When you wanted to know what I would do if I were in the same situation, you were asking about God asking to take your soul from your body."

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner." She muttered, giving Sam a tight smile before turning her attention to the shackles around her wrists. If she weren't freaking bound by iron, she would have teleported out of the room by now. "Also, it's in Hell. The Winchester family favorite vacationing spot."

Connor watched the woman he loved speak in a way that was familiar yet completely foreign to him, "God asked to take your soul from your body, to put it in Hell, and you agreed? Why, Anastasia?" he didn't raise his voice or act as if any of this was upsetting him, though it was. His emotions were raging on the inside and though he knew their connection was still in place, it seemed to be void with the lack of Ana's soul.

Ana sighed dramatically and stood up from her chair, glad that they had still given her the ability to move around freely. "Well, when the big guy upstairs tells you that though you 'did the only thing that could be done' but 'your actions have caused a crack in the cage and if it isn't repaired, my sons will be set free', you kind of agree to go to Hell and fix the problem."

Dean glanced at Connor before turning his attention back to his daughter, "What actions? Stop speaking in damn riddles, Ana, and just tell us what the Hell is going on!" He really wasn't in the mood to waste time on this.

"Wait, this has something to do with the devil's gate in Calvary Cemetery, doesn't it?" Sam questioned. That had been over a month ago, why would God just now be telling them about a problem if there were one, but it was the only thing that made sense to him.

"Someone get the man a prize, Samuel Winchester is the star pupil of the class." Ana replied sarcastically, "Yes, this has everything to do with that damn devil's gate. See, when we destroyed it we effectively erased the problem from this side, but apparently we created a bigger problem on the other end. What started out as a simple little crack in the cage, made from our 'explosion', soon began to grow with the help of the two lovely beings locked inside. They've been picking at it and it's just a matter of time before they break the damn thing and get out." Walking down the bookshelf lined walls, she swung her legs around in wide, half circles as she walked and told her story, stopping at the end to spin and look at the group before her, "I couldn't very well let the exact thing we were fighting against happen, so I agreed to drop down into Hell and fix the problem. Apparently when not confined by the limitations of my body, my soul bares a lot more power than we thought, plus the big guy is giving me a little extra boost so I can get it done right."

Dean took three long strides toward her until he was directly in front of his daughter and looking down at her, "If it's such a problem, why couldn't He go down there and fix it himself?"

Ana frowned at him, "Dean, it's God. Not like he can just waltz into Hell, straight up to the cage and fix it without being noticed." Sometimes she wondered how well his brain worked if he couldn't figure simple things like that out.

"Dean?" he questioned his own name, the full force of what had happened to his daughter hitting him in the gut.

Ana nodded, "That is your name, isn't it?" The eldest Winchester turned away from the body that used to house the person that was his daughter and stalked out of the room. "Did I say something wrong?" she asked the remaining people in the room.

Sam sighed, "You haven't called him by his name in close to two years, Ana." he explained, hating that his brother was having to deal with another soulless family member. The look on Dean's face as he had walked away had been enough to break Sam as well.

"Right… dad." Ana shrugged, "Oh well, guess he's just going to have to get used to his name for a while." Turning to look at the room, her eyes met everyone's as she held out her hands. "So who wants to uncuff me? These things are really annoying."

"Am I the only one who is completely against taking those cuffs off?" Charlie spoke up for the first time since the group had returned to the bunker. She and Kellen had kept to themselves, watching everything unfold and not having a clue what to do.

Ana walked toward Charlie with a sly smile on her lips, "Come on, Char, don't you think things would be a lot more fun if I weren't all bound up?" she wiggled her eyebrows at the older redhead in a very Gabriel-like fashion. "Or maybe you prefer me tied up?" The shocked expression that crossed Charlie's face was exactly what she had been aiming for and she turned away from the girl with a soft chuckle. "Seriously, either someone is going to let me out of these things or I'm just going to pick the lock."

Silence ensued as everyone in the room exchanged a look, all eyes slowly making their way back to her. "We cannot risk what you may do with control over your powers." Castiel finally spoke up, knowing that the possibilities of what the young witch could do could turn out to be disastrous.

"Really? I just want to go out and have a good time. It's not like I'm going to decide to rob a bank or go on a killing spree. I'm soulless, not stupid." She pointed out to all of them. Honestly, she just really couldn't stand having her powers being useless and the fact that everyone in the room was so damn boring. If she spent more time with them than absolutely necessary, which wasn't necessary at all, she was sure that blood would start coming from her eyes as she was bored to death.

"You're not going anywhere, Ana." Gabriel moved over to her, placing his hands around the shackles and erasing the key hole so that it was impossible for her to pick the lock and get free. "Looks like you're just going to have to sit back and relax until your soul is reunited with your body."

Ana glared at the cuffs and then slowly raised her eyes to Gabriel's before taking a swing at him. The archangel easily blocked her, using his strength to hold her hands down so that she couldn't try the move a second time. "Screw you, Gabriel." she growled through gritted teeth.

"Real original." He countered before raising his fingers to her forehead and knocking her out.

Catching Ana before she hit the ground, he moved her back into the chair that she had been sitting in before. "Well, this is going to be fun." he commented as he looked over his shoulder at the others in the room.

I sold my soul to a three-piece and he told me that I was holy.

He's got me down on both knees, but it's the Devil that's trying to hold me down.

-Hold Me Down by Halsey

The appearance of the part of Hell that Ana had been sent to was something she wasn't expecting. Though it was clear that Hell was exactly where she was by the heavy scent of sulfur and the screams filling the air in the distance, it looked almost normal. High, brick walls with torches mounted toward the top lined her way and as she continued along the path to what she could only assume was the cage, she wondered how her family was handling the news up on Earth. They had to have found out by now that something was different about her, that is if she was even awake or around any of them. There was no doubt in her mind that she would be getting a very long lecture when she returned, possibly by everyone in the bunker. She shook her head, she couldn't think about any of that now, there was too much to lose for her to be distracted. God… Chuck, she had to remember that he prefered to be called Chuck, he had said that she would know where to go. Not entirely sure how that worked, she continued to follow the walkway, hoping that she would find the cage soon so that she could get out of there as soon as possible.

It was a strange feeling, her soul being out of her body. Ana imagined that it was similar to what being a ghost felt like, they were basically they same thing, weren't they? No, her body wasn't dead, Chuck had assured her it would be very similar to what happened to Sam. Her body would continue living day to day life, though she could only guess how much different she would act because of the situation. Sam had been kind of scary without a soul and she was incredibly thankful that the only way she had seen him like that was through a vision. While her body was up on Earth, her not quite corporeal soul continued down the path toward the cage.

Ana was doing her best to mentally prepared herself for the task to come. The magic of the cage was strong, it had to be to hold both Lucifer and Michael, but that meant her job was going to be difficult. Not only would both beings in the cage most likely try to bribe her to let them out or threaten her with her worst fears if she denied them, but she would also be working with very unstable magic. The crack in the cage itself was physical, but there was also an unseen crack in the magic that rendered the beings inside powerless and fixing that was going to be the real challenge. Chuck had assured her that with the small amount of added power he was able to lend to her that it wouldn't be a problem, though no neither of them knew for sure what would happen. He had created the cage long ago and completely by himself, having a witch do the repair work could have some unexpected consequences.

None of that worried her as she come up to the end of the walkway where a tall, thick wooden door stood separating Ana and whatever lay beyond. Taking in a deep breath, which part of her realized was unneeded, she closed the distance between herself and the door, raising up on her tiptoes to peek through the small square hole near the top. The sight that her eyes landed on was nothing new, she had seen the cage in a handful of visions, but that didn't make actually seeing it any easier. She was sure that if she actually needed the oxygen, she would have been hyperventilating, but as it were souls didn't need to breathe and so she was just stuck there in sheer panic at the thought of getting any closer to the cage and the two men held within it. The large box shape structure was held high above any ground by long thick chains that didn't seem to hook on to anything. Ana could only assume that the space itself was some sort of room, but she knew little of Hell and had close to no idea what was beyond the door other than the cage and the chains that held kept it centered. Not taking her eyes off of the object behind the door, she reached down her hand toward the large lock that set near the looped handle. Chuck had warned her that it would be protected by magic and wards, but he was certain that their combined powers would easily unlock it. He had been the one to create the whole thing so the young witch had faith that he would know best. Focusing her power, she forced it out toward the lock, making sure to unlock it and not break it; she would need to replace the lock once she left.

Access to the cage was just a door away, pulling up on the loop that controlled the latch would leave the door free to open and Ana would visible to the beings held within the cage for the first time. Stealing herself, she pushed away any thoughts of failure though they came in persistent hords, willing to break her strength and scare her away from the task at hand. The redheaded witch knew that this was their only hope at repairing the damage that she and Connor had caused while destroying the devil's gate. She opened the door slowly, trying her best to keep her mind off of the words she was no doubt about to hear from both brothers. Thankful that while her soul was apart from her body she didn't really need anything to stand on she willed herself forward, into the void that surrounded the cage, and set her focus on the spell she would use first to physically repair the cage.

Ana had almost reached the cage when she heard the voice, "Do you smell that, brother? Smells like witch." the first voice spoke, tone deep and slightly intrigued, as if the person in control of said voice had been extremely bored.

"And Winchester." The second grumbled, sounding younger than the first. "I should know, I'm constantly surrounded by the stench." There was the sound of movement and then there were two sets of eyes looking out of the small gaps in between the thick lines of metal that made up the entire cage.

"Rescue mission?" Lucifer inquired, watching the female soul close the distance to the cage. They both watched as she ignored them, eyes focused on the cage itself as she began to chant. "Oh, oh, oh!" the Devil laughed as he realized what was going on. "Looks like we're being locked back down, brother. The Winchester witch has come to save the day! By the way," he spoke to the female outside of the cage, "would you mind explaining to us how that happened. One of the Winchester's fronecating with a witch? I can only imagine that's a great story."

Ana didn't respond, her eyes stayed focused on the cracks in the metal of the cage, putting more force behind her words as she continued to chant. The spell she was using was a combination of a mending spell that she and Connor had used many times before paired with one that Chuck had assured her would assure that the inhumanly strong metal wouldn't crack again.

Lucifer sighed dramatically, "You know, for being so young, this shouldn't be something you have to do. You've got to be what? Late teens? Twenty tops? That's really far too young to be venturing in Hell to fix broken things." There was a pause in which the two brothers in the cage shared a look that was missed by Ana, "No, a powerful witch like you should be out enjoying the world and all it has to offer. I can feel your magic as you work, you could have almost anything you wanted, and yet you're here... in the deepest part of Hell, fixing the damage on an old cage. What do you say you call it quits where you're at, head back up top, and when the two of us get topside we'll spare you?"

Ana's eyes flicked up at that, meeting Lucifer's vessel. In that moment, she wondered why either being had kept themselves inside their vessels, maybe they had grown attached or maybe they were stuck. She raised an eyebrow at the Devil, still chanting the spell as she fought back a small laugh at Lucifer's words. Of course that would be his first try at stopping her, sparing her life, making it seem as if they were going to get free and the moment they did that death would overtake the world. Shaking her head slightly, she looked back down to the blemish she was fixing on the cage's wall, there was little change and she knew that it was going to be a slow process. Chuck had warned her that it would take some time and that being added to the fact that time in Hell went by faster, Ana wasn't certain that she would be able to ignore their words the entire time.

-A-

It had been just over an hour that Connor had taken Ana from the chair she had been placed in after Gabriel knocked her unconscious to her room and everyone else had just sat in the library, lost in thought. There was nothing left to do now that it was up to Ana to fix the cage and if they were understanding everything right, she would put an end to any plan that could be used to released Michael and Lucifer as well. The group had been pretty quiet when Charlie suddenly stood up from the chair she had been standing in, "I'm going to talk to Dean." she announced and left the room before anyone could say anything against her plan. Both Winchester brothers had been among the closest friends she had ever had and though she had absolutely no idea what it was like to be a parent, she couldn't leave the older man to deal with what he was going through alone. She loved Ana as much as everyone else did, okay… maybe not as much as Connor or Dean, but they were all family and they were all worried, though none of them had been slapped with the loss of Ana's soul like Dean had been. Making her way down the hall, she stopped in front of Dean's room, wondering if the man was in there or if he had let the bunker completely, which was something she had considered before storming out of the library. Raising her hand, she tapped lightly at his door and hoped that she would receive an answer.

"Go away, Sam." Dean's muffled voice called through the door. The man had been in his room, sitting on his bed and staring at the wall across from him. For the first time in a very long time he had no idea what he should do with himself. His daughter's soul was in Hell, her body left here to roam around and hurt anyone without remorse, and he had no idea what to do with that fact.

Charlie sighed, "Dean? It's me. Can I come in?" she questioned, already reaching for the doorknob as she didn't really care what his answer was.

Dean's attention turned toward the door, he hadn't been expecting anyone but Sam to come and try to comfort him after what had happened in the library, but if it were going to be anyone else of course it would be Charlie. Contemplating whether or not to let her in, he knew that she wouldn't go away, she was persistent in a way that reminded him of a younger sibling. "Yeah." He finally called back, knowing that he wouldn't have been able to keep Sam out either if it had been his brother.

"Good," the redheaded hunter spoke as she opened the door, "because I wasn't going to give you much of a choice anyway." She gave him a gentle smile as she walked over to his bed and sat next to him. "Gabriel knocked her out, she tried to hit him with her chained up hands because we wouldn't let her go."

The news made him groan and rest his face in his hands, of course this was happening. Ana couldn't even try to act normal like Sam had in the beginning of being brought back, no, she had to take a swing at her favorite archangel. "I can't believe she didn't talk to me about this before she just let God yank her soul from her body.

Charlie rested a hand on his shoulder, "Come on, Dean, you're her father. Of course she did this without really talking to anyone about it." she sighed, knowing that her statement wasn't making it any easier for him. "On the same point, she's your daughter, a Winchester. You guys are notorious for doing whatever to takes to keep people safe, especially if it's because of something you caused. Think about everything you and Sam went through to stop the apocalypse. At least God gave his word that she would come out of this alive."

"God." Dean scoffed, standing suddenly and turning to look at Charlie, "I still don't understand why He didn't do this Himself. He created the damn cage and, sure, Ana was part of the reason it was breaking, but why send a witch to do something He could have done himself."

"Because," a different voice spoke directly behind Dean, causing both hunters to jump and move so that they could see the new person in the room, "this is something Ana needs to do." Chuck informed them both, watching the expression of Dean's face go from shock to confusion.

Dean gaped at the prophet in front of him. It had been so long since they had heard from or seen Chuck that the brothers had just came to the conclusion that the man had somehow died. "Chuck?" he questioned, confused to how the man in front of him had come into his room without either he or Charlie noticing.

The bearded man nodded and gave the hunter a warm smile, "Hi Dean." he greeted, pushing his suit jacket aside to tuck his hands in the pockets of his pants, "As I was saying, this is something Ana has to do. Her experience in Hell will not only strengthen her power, but it was also make her a stronger person."

"How do you know that? Did you have one of your prophet visions or something?" Dean questioned, trying to process Chuck being completely fine and the information that the man was giving him.

"No." Chuck shook his head, taking in a deep breath, "I-" he was about to speak but the door to Dean's room flew open, both Cas and Gabe charging in with Sam and Kellen on their heels.

Dean frowned, wondering why they were acting like a bunch of idiots when Castiel took a step back, eyes fixed on Chuck. "Father?" the angel questioned, being able to feel that his assumption was fact, but he hadn't imagined that his father would look anything like the prophet Chuck.

"What the hell, Dad? So you disappear when I'm looking for answers about why you took Ana's soul and what she's doing in Hell, but you'll come running for a Winchester?" Gabriel snapped.

With a furrowed brow, Dean crossed his hands over his chest, "What are you guys talking about? Chuck isn't God." he pointed out. Both angels must have been severely confused to think that Chuck Shurley was the guy that created everything.

Gabriel rolled his eyes, "Dean, I think I would know my Father when I see him. Even more so since it was just a few hours ago that I saw him." his tone was full of snark. Turning his attention back to Chuck, "Seriously, what happened to 'you'll know when the time is right'?"

"Gabriel, I love you, you know this, but sometimes I think your attitude needs some adjusting." Chuck commented as he pinched the ridge of his nose, "You and I both know that I don't always stick to my word, even more so when it comes to this family. Dean assumed I was somehow being lazy and cruel, I wanted to answer his questions. If you keep your mouth closed, maybe I'll answer yours as well." He gave his son a pointed look, slowly turning his attention to Castiel who was staring at him in awe. "I promise once I'm done speaking with the Winchesters that I will answer all of your questions." With a warm smile, he turned his attention back to Dean.

"Wha- What?!" Dean all but screamed, "You can't be God, you're Chuck!" He informed the man, at a complete loss for what was going on in his room. "And why are we doing this in my room? Seriously?!"

Sam brushed a hand through his hair as he stared at Chuck… God… whoever he was. Shaking his head, he finally spoke up, "Alright, why don't we move this into the library? It'll be a lot more comfortable and then Dean can stop freaking out about all of us being in his room." he offered, being the first to leave the room and head toward the library. He was glad to see once he arrived that everyone had followed his offer and they were all now standing in the much larger room. "Alright, I… I guess there are somethings that the rest of us need to be filled in on?" he questioned, his eyes slowly moving back and forth between Gabriel and God.

"I suppose you're right there, Samsquatch. Allow me to make the introductions." Gabriel began, making a grand gesture with his arms, "Sam, Dean, you've met Chuck a.k.a God a.k.a our Father." he wiggled a finger between himself and Cas. "Pops, these are all of my friends."

Chuck frowned at his son, "I am quite aware of who everyone is, Gabriel." he stated, holding his son's eyes for a moment before turning his attention back to those in the room. "As I was trying to tell Dean before we were interrupted," he let his eyes circle around those in the room before landing on Gabe again, fixing him with a chastising stare, "I know that none of you are happy with the fact that Ana's soul and body are separated, but she needed to do this for the future to play out the way it's meant to. Some things are meant to be and there are a handful of things that rely on Ana becoming the person she will after she returns from Hell."

"And what are we supposed to do with her soulless body in the meantime?" Connor questioned, he had just heard them speaking in the hallway and waited until that moment before coming around the corner completely.

Chuck turned around so that he could see Connor, taking a moment to assess how the male witch was reacting to his soulmate missing. The worst thing about all of this playing out was the part of Ana that was meant to be with Connor, the entirety of that was gone, the only thing left being the shell that housed his other half. "Keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn't accidentally get herself killed or in more trouble than she can handle. Though it may be the easiest solution, you cannot keep her unconscious for the entire time that her soul is gone."

"Why the hell not?!" Dean demanded, now fuming with the fact that not only was his daughter's soul missing, but that he had met God before and the bastard didn't have the decency to tell them anything, even if it was just that Chuck wasn't dead.

"She has to be awake to reunite with her soul." Chuck explained, "I gave her soul enough of my help to make sure she lived through her time in Hell, but she has to find her way back to her body on her own."

Everyone's jaws dropped, eyes going wide, "You're not even going to put her soul back in?!" Dean demanded, taking large steps across the room, ready to put God or Chuck or whoever the Hell he was through a damn wall. Before Dean could reach him, the man disappeared from the room, causing the eldest Winchester to growl similar to a feral animal, "Get back here you spineless bastard!" Silence followed and if Dean's anger could have had a physical affect on the room, the whole place would be on fire.

A/N: Boom! Another chapter down. I know it's kind of slow, but there's going to be a lot of stuff going on in the next chapter or so and this is the lead up to it. I would love to know what you're thinking as always :) Thanks for reading.

.37: Yes she did! What do you think of soulless Ana so far?

eldaearien: More Chuck! The complications are only getting started for the Winchesters and their extended family, there's a lot more to come. Yay! I'm glad that you love the way I'm taking this story toward a more original plot, just fitting it into the Supernatural world. Thank you so much for your lovely review :)

DracoPotter80: 'Well shiiiittttt' is putting it lightly. Things are going to go down next chapter! It's going to be good ;)