A/N: Guys, writing soulless Ana has got to be one of the funnest things to do. Lucifer is definitely high up there, he's such a blast to write, but soulless Ana tops him just a little. Seriously, I think this is the most entertained I've been with my own writing ever. It's great, just be prepared for that. Hello to recent follows and favorites, I don't put these in here often, but I promise that I am so appreciative to every single one of you! Who's ready for some soulless fun?! I love getting your reviews, please keep letting me know what you think and how you're liking it! Enjoy :)

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*** Quick warning that there is a bit more swearing in this chapter than there has been in previous ones***

Soon after Lucifer had offered to spare Ana's life when he and his brother broke free, Michael decided to take up a different tactic. He knew these Winchesters, the stubborn and thick skulled ones specifically and in this case the apple didn't fall far from the tree with Dean and Ana. At first, he hadn't been sure that she was Dean's and not Sam's, but he could see it in her face and in the color of her eyes, the girl was Dean's daughter through and through. The archangel watched her carefully, taking his time to decipher what he could about her just by looking at her soul and listening to her chant without breaking. She had been at work for days already and the part of the cage she was repairing was barely halfway to being complete again. Lucifer had pushed himself away from the side she was on shortly after she had ignored him, irritated that yet another Winchester was here to ruin another of his plans, but Michael was taking his sweet time. The time he had spent in the cage with his brother had given him a little more patience and if he was ever going to get out of that damn cage so that he could bring a plague of death down on his Father's favorite creations, he couldn't mess this up. The witch was powerful enough to seal the cage, which meant that with the help of both of the beings on the inside, she could break it open as well. "You are very powerful." He spoke, keeping his voice soft but loud enough for the girl to hear over her own chanting. When all she did was glance up at him, he smiled slightly to himself as she looked back to what she was working on, at least she had responded to him. "I can sense part of His presence in your magic, my Father's, which means that you would have had contact with him. Did he send you here? To fix another of his problems that he couldn't handle himself?" She continued to chant, but there was a slight frown to her lips as she spoke now. "This cage was never meant to hold more than one of His sons, that's the reason that it even began to crack in the first place."

Ana groaned, could these two be any more predictable? Lucifer's first go to move was to spare her life, Michael's was to talk her into being on his side; the poor, abandoned son. Clenching her jaw, she quit chanting, it would take a bit more force to get the work on the crack started back up again, but she was honestly already tired of both of them thinking that she was going to cave and work for them instead of against them. "First of all, the reason the cage cracked is because myself and another witch literally blew up a devil's gate that was going to be used to release you two. Secondly, you can save your breathe. I'm not going to help you and it doesn't matter what you say. You want to threaten me? Offer me a deal that keeps me alive? Both of you have screwed my family over in such a large way that if there was a way I could get in the cage and beat the living crap out of you, I would. Now, if you don't mind, I'm trying to make sure that neither of you are getting out of here anytime soon."

"She does something other than chant!" Lucifer spoke in mock shock, "And that attitude is so much like Dean's, it must have been terrible growing up with him as a father." he commented as he walked back over to where Michael stood, reaching his destination just in time to see the witch flinch at his words. "Oooo, daddy issues?" He questioned, face scrunching up, "You and me both, sister."

With a roll of her eyes, Ana went back to chanting and ignoring the brothers. She had a lot of work to get done and she wanted to finish without wasting any more time than she already had on either of them. As she chanted her thoughts drifted to Connor; she hoped he was handling this all okay, she really should have talked to him before agreeing to do this. Chuck had told her that she would need to keep it to herself though, that this decision was her's alone and to make that decision she needed to keep the details to herself. She missed him, not just being near him, but their connection. The fact that she was in Hell could have affected their bond in unknown ways which was why she had made sure that Chuck put a God sized block between the two witches, she didn't want anything to happen to him should something go wrong while she was in Hell. The chant that she was using was repetitive, when she reached the end she just started the whole thing over again, and because she had been doing so for days now it was easy to distract herself by thinking about the loved ones she had left behind. The very people she wanted nothing more than to protect by fixing the problem she and Connor had made so that they wouldn't have to deal with either the Devil or the archangel. With that thought in mind she pushed more power into her chant, willing the work to speed up so that she could fix the protective barrier around the cage and get back to her family.

-A-

Pop.

Pop.

POP!

"Would you cut it out already?!" Dean snapped from his seat at the kitchen table. It had been a couple of days since they had discovered Ana's soullessness and none of it was getting easier to deal with. Since Chuck had dropped the bombshell that her soul would have to find it's own way back to her body then conveniently disappeared before the eldest Winchester could smash his fist against the other man's face, things had only gotten more tense. Gabriel had gone to wake Ana up shortly after his father left and ever since then she had been nothing but annoying. He, Connor, and sometimes Sam would switch off making sure she wouldn't try to escape and since she didn't sleep, neither would they when it was their turn to keep an eye on her. Which was why the two of them were sitting in the kitchen at three in the morning; Dean with a bottle of beer in hand and Ana sitting on the counter, making that God awful popping noise with the bubble gum in her mouth.

Ana grunted and rolled her eyes, "I'm so bored!" she complained, lifting her hands from where they were resting on her lap and waving them at him, the iron shackles still firmly in place around her wrists. "Just let me go, Dean. I'm obviously not going to do anything to hurt myself and like I keep saying, I'm not dumb enough to bring attention to myself or the fact that I'm a witch. I know what the Council does to rogue witches, I'd like to keep my powers and my life, thank you very much."

Dean. His name coming out of his daughter's mouth with a tone that held no warmth hit him like a fist in the gut. Everytime she said it the pain would hit him again and it took everything in him not to just knock her out so he wouldn't have to hear it anymore. "I'm not an idiot, Anastasia. I let you out of those cuffs and then you're gone in an instant, halfway around the world, letting other strange men take body shots off of you." He cringed at the memory.

"There's more to life than being some guy's shot glass, daddy." She snapped, hopping off of the counter and slowly walking over to where he sat. "So much more. This world has so many things to experience and I finally don't give a rat's ass what comes out of any of it. Do you know what it's like to be constantly riddle with panic and anxiety? It's fucking terrible, that's what it is. You're always too worried about the outcomes or what people think to just do whatever the hell you want and now that my soul is gone, I finally have the chance to do that." she shook her head at him, "But no, I have to stay here, locked up like some rabid dog waiting to be euthanised."

Standing up with so much force that he knocked his chair over, he fixed his green eyes on her and glared. What right did she have to talk to him like that? He was furious, face reddening as he fought back the urge to throw the monster in front of him against the wall and call Gabriel down to use his angel mojo on her. Sucking in a deep breath, Dean grabbed on to the chain that held the cuffs together and pulled her behind him as he left the room. He ignored her protests and weak attempts to fight him as he made his way down the hall and to the door he was looking for. Not even bothering to knock, he threw the door open and pushed Ana into the darkness, the light from the hallway showing the room enough that he could see the figure in the bed sit up quickly. "I might kill her if I have to spend another second with her." he growled, turning to walk back down the hallway.

"Dean? Where are you going?" Connor called after him as he quickly got out of bed, moving past Ana to his open door.

Without slowing down, he threw the answer over his shoulder, "I'm going to have a little prayer time." he informed the male witch before rounding a corner and out of Connor's line of sight. If Dean was being honest with himself all of the crap that they had gone through with Ana, from her getting her powers to her now losing her soul, he and Connor had grown closer in a weird way. Of course everyone now thought of the witch as family, but the level of love that both men shared for Ana gave them a deeper understanding of one another and the bond that formed because of that fact was something Dean had never expected.

Connor sighed and turned back to see Ana grinning at him, her eyes focusing on his bare chest. "Keep dreaming." he stated flatly before moving over to his dresser and grabbing a plain tee shirt out of a drawer. Quickly pulling the shirt on, he was glad that he had begun to sleep in pajama pants, otherwise Dean barging in like that could have been a little weird. "What'd you do to piss him off this time?" he questioned as he moved to turn on the lamp beside his bed.

She shrugged, feigning innocence, "What makes you think I did something? You know how Dean gets. All attitude and pent up sexual tension for angel boy."

"Castiel." Connor scolded her.

"What?"

Connor sighed heavily, "Angel boy'. His name is Castiel." He snapped, wondering how things had come full circle. He remembered when they were standing in opposite places, himself with the 'devil may care' attitude and her standing up for the angel she had befriended shortly before the two witches met. God, how the real Ana would be so pissed to hear that her soulless body was acting like a complete bitch about Cas.

With a scoff, Ana moved so that she could sit down on his bed, "I'm aware of his name." she informed him offhandedly, her mind obviously somewhere else as she glanced over her shoulder at the messed up blankets on his bed. "We've made some fond memories here," she patted the mattress, "don't you think?" Turning her attention back to the man standing in front of her, she gave him a slow smile.

"We haven't made anything here." He snarled, hating that this was something they had to deal with. It wouldn't be so damn upsetting if the woman sitting on his bed wasn't determined to seduce him every chance she got and though she knew all of his weaknesses, the mere fact that she wasn't his Ana kept him from feeling anything toward her.

"Oh, come on, Connor!" She pleaded, tilting her head back as she let out a long sigh. After a moment she righted her head so that she could look at him properly, "I'm still her, ya know?" Pausing, she waited for the recognition of her words to hit and when a look crossed his face, it was clear that he was following her words. "Same body, same powers, same mind. Just because all of the boring stuff is gone doesn't mean we can't have a good time."

Connor backed away from her with a disgusted scoff, "See, that's where you're wrong. What's left of you without a soul makes your mind completely different. You're doing and saying things that you otherwise wouldn't, you're antagonizing the entire family just for the hell of it. You're not our Ana, not my Ana, and it's because of that reason that nothing you do or say will get me in a bed with you."

With a soft laugh, Ana leaned back and slowly crossed one leg over the other. "We both know that some of our best times have happened outside of the bed." she winked at him, grinning wider at the redness that creeped onto his cheeks from anger.

Connor clenched his jaw and stormed out of the room, slamming the door closed behind him, only stopping long enough to place a spell over it so it wouldn't open from the inside. No wonder Dean had gotten away from her, she was being extremely irritating tonight. Moving away from his room, he made his way toward the kitchen, looking to cut the edge of her words with a beer. It had only been days since Ana had left and he was growing impatient for her return, there was no telling how much longer they were going to hold it together with taking care of her soulless body. Guilt flooded his body after that thought, the last thing he should be worried about was how they were handling this rather simple problem while his soulmate was literally in Hell, probably being harassed by the Devil himself.

-A-

"Carly? No, that seems too plain. Venessa? Oo! I've got it. Lucy, right?!" Lucifer had gone from threatening her to trying to annoy her to death a long time ago. It had first started with him trying to guess how exactly her parents met and how Dean felt about banging a witch, but it had quickly turned over to what her name was.

Ana didn't respond in the slightest, continuing to chant. The crack was slowly growing closer and closer to being completely fixed, thank God. She wasn't sure how long she had actually been in Hell, but it felt like weeks that she had been working endlessly to right the wrong in the structure of the most powerful prison to ever be made. If there was one thing she was getting out of it all, it was that the entire thing was a learning experience. After spending so much time in the presence of the brothers she had found it easy to learn when they were going to switch from being semi-decent to threatening her with her worst fears. Also, being a spirit was pretty cool, if only because of the fact that she knew that she would be returning to her body. She had never once felt hungry or tired, her mouth didn't ache from the endless chanting as she was sure it would had she been on Earth in her body. This way actually worked better, even if it meant leaving a problem for her family topside and for herself in the fact that she had to find her own way back, but Chuck had assured her that he would give her the perfect opportunity.

Michael sighed and leaned against the cage, glancing outside at the soul hovering just in front of him. If only this damn cage didn't render him powerless he would be able to smite the witch on the other side, permanently putting an end to her being. "Lucifer, you're not going to figure it out and even if you do, the girl isn't going to respond. Why don't you just drop it?"

"Defending the witch, are we?" the Devil raised an eyebrow at his brother as he slowly crossed his arms over his chest, "I always knew you were a softy, Mike, but I never pegged you as one for a witch."

The archangel scoffed, "I'm not defending her, I just don't like the sound of your voice as much as you do." Michael sighed and turned his attention back to the witch, "No, once she fails and she will fail, we'll be free and I'll be able to end her properly."

Taking a deep breath in through her nose Ana continued to chant, trying to keep the fear at Michael's words from affecting her, but it was a lot harder to keep herself unafraid of the brothers locked in the cage when she was standing close enough for them to touch if they hadn't been blocked by the cage and it's magic. She ignored the dark chuckles from the two in the cage as she fumbled part of the chant, there was no way she could mess this up now, she had to be certain that her job was done properly. The only thing that was going to be difficult about that was the fact that it would take her much longer to fortify everything and triple check her work while wrapping the whole thing in possibly the biggest spell she had ever tried to accomplish. It was going to be Hell, literally.

-A-

Three weeks had passed since Chuck had sent Ana's soul to Hell and things had only gotten worse at the bunker. Everyone refused to speak with her, the only reason she wasn't alone at any given time was because they were all too worried what she would do once she was. They had taken to putting everyone on the rotating shifts to watch out for her; Dean, Sam, and Connor no longer being able to do it with just the three of them. Which was how she came to be seated in the library with only Kellen as company, but the man refused to even acknowledge her other than making sure she wasn't trying to escape. Apparently he was pretty disturbed by her sexual advances, which Ana honestly didn't understand. She was hot; her face was pretty, her eyes were stunning, and though she lacked a little in the breast department the physical aspects of being a hunter and keeping herself trained kept her body fit. With a shake of her head Ana moved her attention from her chest to where Kellen sat across the table from her, though he was pretty attractive she was quickly growing bored of looking at the same faces day in and day out. Night had set in hours ago, if there was anytime to break the hell out of there it would be while there was only one person awake. With that thought in mind she stood from her chair and began to walk to the other side of the table.

The sound of a chair sliding across the floor drew Kellen's attention up from the book he had been skimming over, seeing that Ana was now on her feet he raised an eyebrow at her, "Where do you think you're going?" he questioned, really hoping that the person that was in control of his best friend's body wouldn't try to seduce him again.

"No where." She shrugged, "Just wanted to know what you were reading." Standing behind his chair, she leaned down so that she could look at the book in his hand. "Trapping a Witch: Part 1. Really?" she raised an eyebrow at him, "Have I done anything to make this seem necessary?"

Kellen scoffed, "I'm not even going to try to list all of them for you, but this isn't for you if that's what you're assuming. I've been making my way through the basics of every supernatural creature on record in this place, just so happened to be witches now." he informed her.

Ana smiled, "Well, that's good, because I would really hate to see you try and trap me. I may not have my powers, but I'm still fully capable of kicking your ass." She lifted her cuffed hands up, "These won't stop that." she pointed out before quickly bringing her hands down toward his temple and successfully knocking him out. "See?" With a soft laugh, Ana looked around the room quickly before walking toward the exit. Just as she jogged up the stairs and reached the top door, she looked back over her shoulder one last time to make sure she hadn't been caught before opening the door and walking out into the night.

It didn't take long for the young woman to track down a ride into town, a rather dirty looking trucker slowing down his vehicle next to her and offering her a ride into the town. Once she was situated in the passenger seat the man began to drive again, glancing down at the cuffs around the girl's wrists. "You get yourself in some trouble, pretty lady?" he questioned, eyes focusing back on the road.

"Just a prank gone wrong. Some of my friends thought it would be funny to cuff me and leave me to fend for myself." Ana lied half heartedly, she honestly didn't care what the man sitting in the seat next to her thought and as long as she got into town where she could get her hands on a saw and break through the damn iron that's all the mattered. Thankfully the trucker didn't try to make any further conversation, only coming to a stop just inside of the town where Ana had asked to be dropped off. "Thanks for the lift, buddy." she commented as she moved to get out of the truck.

Reaching out a hand and setting it on her shoulder, the trucker stopped her before she could jump out of the vehicle, "Well hold on there, now, miss. I do believe I deserve something a little more than a thank you."

Snapping her head around to look over her shoulder, she glared daggers at the man, "Unless you want a black eye, I'd suggest you don't touch me again and keep your perverted thoughts to yourself." Shrugging his hand off of her, she hopped out of the truck and slammed the door closed behind her. Though she had spent a small amount of time in Lebanon, she was thankful that she had paid enough attention to know where the only hardware store was. In a town with just over two hundred people Ana was thankful that there even was one. Looking around she was happy to see that the streets were empty as she pulled the bobby pin that she had been keeping in her back pocket out and began to work to pick the lock, which didn't take long. Turned out that living in such a small town, people didn't expect to be robbed, so their was no further security than that. Entering the store, she quickly shut the door behind her and walked toward the aisles lined with tools. After searching through most of them she finally found an electric saw that looked like it could cut through the iron attached to her wrists. Now the hard part was going to be cutting them off by herself without losing a hand. Moving around the store, she stopped when she found a power outlet and plugged the thing in, deciding that she would cut the chain holding the cuffs together then it would be easier to go at the cuffs themselves.

About twenty minutes later Ana was completely free of her shackles, a wide smile spreading across her face as she felt the control of her magic return. She never wanted to be without it again. With the smile still firmly in place she teleported out of the store, deciding to go somewhere fun, but she was stopped halfway to her destination by a force knocking her onto her back on the ground. "What the Hell?" she snapped, wondering what had happened, but as she stood up it was easy to tell that she wasn't anywhere near Las Vegas. If what her magic was telling her was correct, Sin City was further away than it had been to begin with. Looking around she came to the conclusion that she stood in a hallway and turning around her eyes landed on a door just down the way. With a grin she walked until she reached it and paused a moment before she pushed open the heavy wooden doors. How exactly she found Crowley's throne room she couldn't quite remember, but she was here and if the look on the King of Hell's face was anything to go by she was in for a good time. The demons that stood around the room turned to look at the intruder and waited for their King's orders before taking action. A sly grin spread across her face as she walked further into the room, "Not so much as a 'hello'? I'm hurt boys." she teased, walking around a table and dragging her finger across it.

"Anastasia…" Crowley began, watching the witch carefully though he didn't move from his seat, "is there a particular reason why you're here?"

"Boredom?" She offered, moving around the table and walking toward him, hands resting on her hips as she looked him over. "If I would have stayed at the bunker a second longer I may have put a bullet through my skull just to end it and, c'mon, that would just be a waste of beauty."

The King gave her a calculating look before a slow smile formed on his lips, "Leave us." he commanded and when his demons didn't move instantly at his orders, he moved his eyes around the witch in front of him to glare at them. He waited until they had all hurried out of the room and closed the door behind them before he stood up, "Feeling a little… empty, darling?" he questioned, walking around her in a slow circle.

"If you're coming on to me, I'm going to have to stop you right now because there's no way in Hell that's going to happen." She paused, thinking about her words, "Maybe not the best way to put it, but you get my drift."

Crowley chuckled, "I was referring to your missing soul, Anastasia. There's a rather sad history of this type of predicament in your family." he circled back around until he was standing in front of her, "I know you didn't make a deal, so where has the pesky thing gone to I wonder?"

Ana shrugged, walking around him toward his throne and taking a seat, "Well, when God says he needs to borrow something for a recipe there's not a whole lot of reason to say no."

"The big man upstairs asked for your soul?" His voice was thick with disbelief, turning around to look at her, he scowled when he caught sight of how comfortable she had made herself in his throne. One leg swung over the armrest and she was slumped down in it as she picked at her nails.

"Yup." She answered, popping the 'p' at the end with the smack of her lips. "In the whole mess of keeping Lucifer and Michael in the cage there was some damage, my soul is wandering around in the deepest pits of your kingdom working to put it back together. Can't have any escapees, Crowley."

"Are you daft?" He studied her a long moment, waiting for a response he apparently wasn't going to get, "And pray tell, little Winchester, how is your soul supposed to mend the cage? Surely you don't have that kind of power and if He was going to send you down there, why not the whole package?"

Dropping her hands, Ana looked up at him and grinned at the angry expression he had in response to her sitting on his throne, "Long story short, without my human body to limit my power, I'm stronger. God's giving me a little boost as well, so that's going to help. All you need to worry about is the fact that because of me, your position as King of Hell is still in tact."

Crowley slipped his hands inside his pockets and raised his eyebrows at her, "So you're here to brag?" he questioned, knowing better to trust a Winchester, soul or lack thereof.

"No." She shook her head and stood up, "I told you, I'm bored. All Dean and Sam can talk about is when I'm going to get my soul back, Connor looks at me like I'm some monster, none of them will talk to me, and Gabriel and Castiel are off seeking out their father for answers. It's rather dull."

"So you thought you'd make a little trip down to Hell to visit your favorite demon?" He scoffed, "Come now, darling, there has to be more to it than that." His eyes wandered down her body and landed on her flat stomach, he had been trying to decipher the feeling he was getting from her. Though she was clearly soulless, something was off and it was then that he realized what it was. "Is it a possibility that you've got other things to avoid?" He asked as he slowly raised his eyes to meet hers, an all knowing smirk on his lips.

Ana cocked an eyebrow at him, arms crossing over her chest and hip sliding out to the side, "What else do I have to be avoiding other than an obnoxious family?"

Taking a step toward her, the King removed a hand from his pocket and once he was close enough he placed it on her stomach, "I would assume that the parasite growing in your womb would be something to avoid. From what I've heard of pregnancy it sounds like a real downer."

-A-

From what little she could keep track of her time there, it had been months that Ana had been working her magic on the cage. The chanting part had ended and then she had spent the rest of the time mending the magic of the protective barrier around the cage while adding her own barrier around that one. She had also spent some time double checking it all, which was the exact opposite of what she wanted to do. Once she had finished with the actual spellwork all she wanted to do was run from the brothers in the cage, run from the terrible things that they threatened to do to her family, and escape the images Lucifer had painted of Sam's time locked in the cage with him. By the time she was certain that everything would hold it didn't seem like she could get away from them fast enough, but she did her best to ignore the yells of threats as she left and once the door that she had entered through was between herself and the cage, the young witch didn't feel much better. Making sure that the lock was securely in it's place, Ana turned and bolted back the way she came only making it halfway down the length of the hall she could see before she fell to the floor, her body shaking as she sobbed. For a while she was certain that it wouldn't stop, that she wouldn't be able to get back up on her feet and get out of the hell out of… Hell. All of her fear was quickly washed away by a tugging in her chest, a sensation that she wasn't completely sure of, but Chuck had said that He would make it possible for her soul to make it's way back to her body and that thought alone had her back on her feet, running as fast as she could in the direction that the sensation was leading her. Stopping abruptly as she came to a set of wooden doors Ana hesitated for just a moment before pushing them both open with a wave of power and walking in, coming to a halt yet again as her eyes landed on Crowley and her body.

Crowley turned to see the witch's soul standing just inside of the room and a slow smile tugged at his lips as he looked back and forth between the two separate parts to the Winchester witch, "Well, well, well… this is going to be interesting."