A/N: Hello lovelies! For this chapter we're going back to the main focus being on our favorite Winchesters. Quick shout out to… EVERYONE! Whether you're a new follow/favorite or you've been keeping up with this story from the beginning, I just wanted to thank you all so much. :) I hope you enjoy this chapter.

After finding out that they were dealing with an angel led army rather than a demon led one, everyone separated to their own rooms. So much had happened in the span of one day that they all needed time to process the information. Ana was pregnant, Connor was at some point going to propose, and the fight with the demons and angels who stood against them was nowhere near over. The information was a lot to take in, more than Ana was ready to process, but all she could think about was the growing human inside of her and how tomorrow the plan was to teleport to Montana to let her family there know the news before things got too crazy and she forgot. There was still so much that they didn't know about Gadreel and what he was planning to do and they wouldn't know until the group acted out again. Waiting sucked. Waiting for something to happen for them to fight against, waiting for her family to actually react to her pregnancy announcement, waiting for the fact that she was pregnant to sink in. Gabriel had stopped her shortly before she had left for her room, wanting to check on her and the baby even though Cas had said they were both fine. When he was assured that everything was as it should be, he told Ana that she was almost a month along; estimated due date was the beginning of November.

Sighing, Ana covered her eyes with her hands, her mind still racing with all of the stuff that was going on. Thankfully Connor hadn't argued with her when she suggested that they both take some time to process everything on their own. That had been about two hours ago and she knew that her time alone would shortly come to an end, someone would come around eventually to talk to her about how she was feeling or about what happened while she was in Hell. When a knock sounded at her door the last voice she had expected to hear on the other side was her father's. "Can I come in, kiddo?"

"It's open." Ana called, moving so that she was sitting up against her headboard. She had figured that he would be upset with the recent news and wouldn't want to talk to her for a while. When Dean walked in, she waited as he softly closed the door behind him and turned back around to look at her before she spoke again. "Hey, dad."

Dean gave her a soft smile as he crossed the room and sat down next to her on the bed, mimicking her relaxed position against the headboard. "How you holding up?" He questioned, being able to see the stress and worry in the rigidness of her body.

Shrugging, she pulled her legs up toward her chest and rested her forehead on knees. "I'm doing okay, I guess. Pretty sure that none of this has actually settled in yet." Ana answered honestly, she and her father had come to a full disclosure agreement. There were no lies between them and that had helped a lot when it came to dealing with her anxiety.

"It probably won't for a while." He commented, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. "But when it does we'll all be here for you." The one thing he regretted most in life was not being there for Stephanie while she was pregnant with Ana and he'd be damned if he let his daughter go through this without the support of her family.

"You're not mad?" She asked with a sniffle, keeping her face still hidden against her knees. The tears that were leaking out of her closed eyes were being absorbed into the fabric of her sweats.

Dean sighed, "No, sweetheart, I'm not mad." He leaned down to place a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Life happens and apparently when God becomes part of the family somethings happen before we're mentally ready for them too. Everything is going to be alright, we'll figure this all out, you and the baby will be fine."

She sniffled again as she pulled her face away from her legs, leaning into her father's side, finding comfort snuggled against his side. "Connor thinks you're going to kill him." Ana commented softly, her eyes focused across the room.

"The jury is still out on that one." He commented, but there was no heat to his words. Dean had been slowly trying to come to terms with the fact that he would never get to have the normal father/daughter relationship with Ana that most families had. Which was why realizing that freaking out about something like Ana being pregnant and the likelihood that Connor still planned on proposing was something that wasn't going to happen. He loved his daughter with every bone in his body, but she had already basically been an adult by the time they had met and he had to accept that she didn't need him to be the angry, overprotective father. All Ana really needed from him was his love and support, both of which he would gladly give to her. Maybe in an alternate reality where he had been a part of her life earlier and they had gone through the years of her growing up together he would freak out about what was going on, but their lives were so crazy as it was. They came from a family of hunters, Ana was a witch, there was probably still the chance that they were going to face off against Lucifer and Michael again; the last thing they needed with all of that going on was to have the family divided because of something like this.

Ana turned her head and looked up at Dean, seeing the thoughtful look on his face. "You know that things are only going to get harder, that's even without this whole baby thing, and we can't let anything distract us. Which is going to be exactly what happens."

Holding her closer, he rested his chin on top of her head. "We've let other things distract us before. Plus, I see this more as something to focus on. Obviously beforehand we were fighting for our lives, for the lives of everyone else on the planet, but now we have extra reason to keep going. There's no way I'm letting any granddaughter of mine come into the world with the fear of Michael and Lucifer hanging over her head." Dean sighed, "No, we'll handle this before she's even baked fully and then things will get back to normal."

"You're being awfully sappy right now with your 'no chick flick moments' rule and all." She teased, thankful that he was letting his gentlier side through. Though she was used to her father's usual personality sometimes it was nice to have these moments with him.

"Well, I better get used to it now. I hear pregnancy hits the full spectrum of chick flick emotions and there's still a lot of time yet before it's over." He teased back, placing another kiss on top of her head. "Moving back to less sappy topics… When are you going to tell the family in Montana?"

"Connor and I decided that sooner rather than later would be best. We're going to teleport there tomorrow and tell everyone. There's no telling what else we're going to have to deal with before we get another chance to take a trip there and I'd rather they hear it from me than somehow catch wind of it through the grapevine." Ana explained, taking in a breath to continue, but she was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. "Come in, Connor." She called, being able to sense who it was.

Dean watched as Connor slowly opened the door, pausing a moment to take in the father and daughter on the bed before he continued into the room. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but I just got a call from Niall. The Council is asking for our assistance."

Ana looked up at her dad, worry written across her face. Slowly pushing herself away from Dean, she stood up from the bed and walked over to Connor. "What kind of assistance? Don't they have enough witches at their disposal that they wouldn't need to call us?"

"Caoimhe specifically asked for you, which means that we're both expected to be at the next meeting." Connor paused, seeming to not want to say what he was about to. "There is a group of rogue witches rising up and they need to be stopped."

"Of course there is." Ana glanced over her shoulder at Dean who was sitting on the edge of her bed, watching the conversation she was having with Connor. "I told you things were going to get harder and I wasn't even factoring in the witches." Pausing, she turned to look back at Connor as if his words were just finally setting in. "You said a group of rogues? Isn't that highly unheard of?"

He nodded, watching as Dean stood up from the bed and walked over to join the conversation, "That is part of the reason they've contacted us. From what Niall told me they're thinking that bringing in hunters is going to be the next step and if that decision is made they want the hunters to be from this family." He directed his next comment at Dean, "You, Sam, Charlie, and possibly Garth." Looking back to Ana, he continued, "Caoimhe has faith in your trust for your family and the hunters that are there friends. They would rather work with hunters who are already friendly with some witches than have to deal with the awkwardness of bringing in complete strangers."

Dean's brow furrowed, "Wait a minute, why would a group of witches like the Council need the help of some hunters to track down rogues?" If they were as powerful as Ana and Connor made them out to be those witches should be able to handle that all on their own.

Connor shrugged in response, "Honestly I'm not sure. Niall gave me the basics, told me when the next meeting was and asked that we bring you and Sam along before hanging up quickly."

"Who is this Niall guy anyway?" Dean questioned, it sounded like this was Caoimhe's idea, if that was true why hadn't the elder witch gotten into contact with Ana instead of having someone else do it for her.

"Connor's uncle." Ana answered, her mind reeling with the problems this could present. Now not only did she need to worry about whatever was going with the cage, but she needed to make sure that this group of rogue witches wasn't going to try to take out her last remaining witch relative and the rest of her kind. Or at least that's what she assumed would happen, there was no other reason coming to mind that a rogue witch would be dumb enough to go up against the Council. "When's the next meeting?" She questioned, her thoughts finally coming back around to the fact that there was a trip to Ireland in their near future.

Looking down at his soulmate, Connor sighed, "Tomorrow." It was clear that Ana was tired, her eyes were red from crying and there were dark bags underneath them. She had yet to receive a break since she had left for Hell and now it seemed that she wouldn't be getting one any time soon. "It's in the morning and shouldn't take long so we should be able to make the trip to Montana in the afternoon."

Turning to her dad, Ana sighed, "Will you tell Sam, Kellen, and Charlie that we'll be teleporting everyone to the Council in the morning? Might as well bring everyone since it sounds like we may need all of the help we can get."

"Sure, kiddo." Dean wrapped an arm around Ana's shoulder and kissed her forehead. "That is as long as you do something for me in return?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, knowing that the idea that had just surfaced in his head was something they could both use.

"Depends…" She answered hesitantly, sometimes the things her father asked for could be weird if not completely disgusting. Though if it was disgusting he was normally just kidding and bringing it up to get a rise out of her.

Dean smiled softly, "Don't make any plans tomorrow night. We'll hit this meeting, you two can make your trip to Billings, and then you and I are going to do something after dinner. Deal?"

Ana took a moment to think about it, watching as Dean slowly made his way toward the door of her room. "Alright, deal. Make sure everyone knows that we'll be leaving pretty early." He only nodded as he walked out of the room, leaving the two witches to themselves.

"While we're there tomorrow I think we should talk to one of the midwives." Connor basically spat out the words. He hadn't been entirely certain that he wanted to bring that up, but he saw no problem in figuring out what kind of medical practice they were going to use for Ana's pregnancy.

The redheaded witch furrowed her brow at him, arms crossing over her chest, "I thought we had time to decide all of that? Plus, didn't you say that human doctors were an option too?" She questioned, using her powers to close the door that her dad had left partially open. This conversation wasn't going to be a short one and she assumed that Connor wouldn't be leaving her room that night.

"Of course it's an option, Ana." He sighed, watching as she turned away from him and moved toward her dresser to get ready for bed. "I'm not saying that we'll immediately decide if we're going to stick with Iona, but I think that it would be a smart move to start talking to doctors and midwives or whatever else you might consider so we can figure this out early."

Ana paused as she was pulling off the shirt she had been wearing, "Iona?" She asked, pulling the shirt the rest of the way off before replacing it with an oversized Metallica shirt that she had stolen from her father. "I'm assuming there is more than one midwife in the Council, but you already know which one you'd like to speak with first?"

Taking in a deep breath he moved to sit on the edge of her bed, wondering to himself if her entire pregnancy was going to be like this or if she was just being difficult because she was stressed and exhausted. "Iona is part of the Calhoun line from Scotland. Her family is close with Niall and I think you'd like her. She's just a little older than me and has shown promise with healing magic since she was young." He paused, watching turning his head to watch her slip out of her sweats. "Ana, there can be so many complications with birth that I want to be certain that you're getting the best care. Whether that's with a witch midwife, a human one, a human doctor, or whatever other options there are."

Turning around she looked at her soulmate, the man she loved, as he watched her with eyes filled with worry. "Do you honestly think that Gabe or Cas would let anything happen to me or our child during labor?" She walked over toward the bed, taking a seat next to him and grabbing onto his hand. "I happen to know for a fact that both of those angels would let very little get in their way of making sure that both of us make it out of that, but you're also not wrong. Figuring this out now may be the best decision, we're most likely going to be too busy with the cage or these rogue witches to try to decide later. If you trust Iona, then I'll meet her tomorrow."

Connor let out a relieved sigh, glad that she understood that he was just trying to be prepared. "So I was thinking while I was in my room-"

"About something other than convincing me to meet with your midwife friend?" Ana interrupted, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, about something other than that." He answered, not even bothering to comment on the snarkiness in her tone. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he hugged her close, "I was thinking that since we know the gender so soon maybe we could start talking about names?" He questioned, moving his arm so it sat around her middle and he could touch the side of her still flat stomach. "I think calling her 'the baby' or just using pronouns for the next eight months might drive me crazy."

Ana laughed softly, of course he would be thinking about something like that. "If I didn't know better I would say that you're a little excited about this."

Her tone suggested that she was teasing, but Connor could see the fear hidden in her eyes. She was worried that he was unhappy about this situation even after the discussion they had on the cliffside. "I am excited. Ana, I was fine with waiting, it seemed like the logical thing to decide on when we talked about it last, but now that we don't really have an option I'm starting to think that maybe this is better. Yes, we're young and the world is a mess, but who's to say that it won't be a mess in the next few years as well. If we were to continue to wait until the right time there would be the chance that the time would never come and we would never have children. So I'm not going to be upset about this because it happened when we weren't ready, we probably will never actually be ready for this, I doubt most parents are ever." Moving his free hand to place his fingers under her chin, he turned her head so that they were looking into each other's eyes. "I have you, the love of my life, my soulmate and now we're going to have a daughter. If that's not something to be excited about then I'm not sure what is." Leaning forward he pressed his lips against her's in a soft kiss.

Smiling against Connor's lips, she only pulled away when she had to yawn. "What time do they want us to be there tomorrow?" It really didn't matter other than making sure they weren't late, she wasn't going to be ready to wake up in the morning either way.

"Niall said that they'll be meeting about three in the afternoon so we should leave just before ten our time." He explained, moving to stand up. "Which means that you can get a good night's rest before we have to worry about anything else. So scoot back and get comfortable, I'll tuck you in."

"You'll tuck me in?" Ana questioned, turning and crawling toward the top of the bed. After pushing all of her blankets back she laid down on her pillow, "Does that mean you're not staying with me?"

He gave her a sad smile as he watched her settle down, grabbing her blankets and pulling them over her. "I wasn't aware that we were allowed to be in the same room again for something other than talking about what's going on tomorrow."

Looking up at him, she frowned, "You know that I wasn't trying to keep you away from me with all of that." She told him, being able to feel through their bond that he was hurt by the fact that she hadn't let him come with her after they had left the library earlier. "I needed time to think Connor. I knew that coming back from Hell was going to be hard, but I didn't think that I would be dealing with pregnancy on top of that." Moving over, she cleared the side of the bed that he normally took so that there was room for him to lay down. "I don't think I'll make it through the night without you next to me." Talking about her time in Hell brought those memories to the forefront of her mind, being able to push her pregnancy worries away now that she had thought about it again. Ana didn't expect to deal with the horrible nightmares that her father and uncle had after their return to Earth, but she also didn't think that her nights would be just like they were before she had left. She hadn't been physically tortured, both angels had still been securely locked in the cage while she was working on it, but that didn't mean that neither angel refrained from torturing her mentally.

Connor didn't say anything as he laid down next to her, not being able to even grasp what he could say to make her feel better, he doubted that there were any words that could do such a thing. So instead of talking, he fixed the blankets over both of them and then pulled Ana in close, holding her tightly in hopes that something in his presence and touch could battle off the possible nightmares she would have. It didn't surprise him that she quickly fell asleep, the unconscious state she had been in the night before doing nothing to rest her body and mind like they needed to be. The sound of her gentle breathing and the reassurance that she was safe in his arms was enough to lull him to sleep as well, his body needing to make up for the lack of sleep it had lost while her soul had been in Hell.

-A-

The next morning found everyone in the bunker standing in the library as Connor and Ana gave them a quick rundown of what to expect once they got to the castle that the Council held their business out of. "We're not entirely sure of the situation, I'm assuming that they're going to give us all of the details while we're there. Since this rogue witch problem seems to be rather large I wouldn't be surprised if the place is busier than it normally is, the Council will most likely have decided that the extra protection is need so don't be surprised if there are witches everywhere. I promise that those allowed into the castle are much like Ana and myself, there is no need to worry about any of them attacking you."

"Plus, no one is going to want to piss of one of the most powerful witches my line has seen and once they're all informed I'm pregnant they'll hopefully be smart enough to not anger the beast." Ana chimed in with a soft smile. "Alright, we should probably leave." She looked at her dad, "I know teleportation isn't your favorite, but you're going to have to take one for the team."

Dean frowned, "Let's just get this over with." He grumbled, knowing that teleporting didn't make him feel the same way flying with Cas did, but it still wasn't something he was a fan of.

Ana and Connor clasped their hands together, holding their free hands out toward the two people closest to them. For Connor that was Kellen and for Ana it was Charlie, both of which took the hand of the Winchester brother next to them, Sam and Dean holding hands closed their circle making it easier for both of the witches to teleport the group of six out of the bunker outside of Lebanon, Kansas into the large meeting room of the castle the Council worked out of in Ireland.

"Anastasia!"

The voice put a smile on the young witch's face as she turned to see Caoimhe across the room. Each woman walked toward the other, meeting in the middle, and they embraced each other in a small hug. They hadn't spoken since they had first met, but it was hard for Ana to not like the elder witch, the woman was family and that was something Ana was ready to trust. When they pulled apart she turned to look over her shoulder, "I hope you don't mind, we brought a couple more hunters other than just my dad and uncle."

"That's wonderful," Caoimhe's Irish accent thick as she looked over Ana's shoulder to see that Niall had already made his way over to the group to talk to Connor and the hunters, "we're going to need as much help as we can get and any hunter that you approve of is welcome here. Now come, introduce me to your family."

Ana led Caoimhe to where she had left everyone else, giving Niall a smile as greeting, "Everyone, this is my great aunt Caoimhe. Caoimhe, this is my father Dean, my uncle Sam, my close friends Charlie and Kellen." She pointed each person out as she introduced everyone. "I'm assuming you introduced everyone to Niall already?" The question was aimed at Connor which she received a nod in answer to. "Good."

Caoimhe studied each of the hunters that Ana had brought with her, stepping forward to talk with Dean after she was content with whatever assessment it was that she had made of the others. Taking a moment, she seemed to study him more closely before turning back to Ana, "This one could use a good aura cleansing, he's a ball of stress." She commented, causing the Ana to stifle a laugh.

"This one has a name." Dean commented, pulling something similar to what his brother's bitchfaces looked like. "And my aura or whatever is just fine."

"Stubborn." Caoimhe clicked her tongue and shook her head as her attention moved to Charlie. "I like her." She commented again toward Ana, grabbing Charlie's hand and giving it an affectionate pat. "You should keep her around."

Dean grumbled as Charlie gave him a wide grin, knowing that the witch commenting on how he needed to stress less was rubbing him the wrong way. "See, Winchester, stress less and people will like you more."

Ana laughed, being able to tell that her relative was just poking fun at her father. "Calm down, dad, Caoimhe's just teasing." She explained, her attention being pulled away from the entertainment of her family by the sound of the large wooden doors opening. The room that was empty except for the group of people that they had brought and the nine witches that held the chairs of the Council was quickly filled by about twenty other witches. "I guess that means the meeting is starting."

"It is that time, dear." Caoimhe smiled at Ana softly. "Everyone else here is already aware of the situation. Though they'll have say in what steps we take next, this is more meant to make you and the rest of your family aware of what's going on." She explained before moving to take her place at the long wooden table.

The witches that had come through the doors took their seats in the long wooden benches that looked similar to church pews, leaving the first row free for Ana and her family to sit in. Once they were all seated, the male witch that had first addressed Ana her last time in the gathering hall stood and began to speak in an accent that she couldn't place.

"As we discussed yesterday the hunters who are kin to Anastasia Winchester of the Good line have been asked to join us today." He addressed the whole room before looking directly at those sitting in the first row, "We thank you for coming. Though we normally take care of our own problems some of the problems we've come across seem like they have just as much to do with all of you as they do with us." The man pushed a hand through his short, curly blonde hair, his brown eyes still fixed on those he was speaking to. "These rogue witches have recently unified under one cause, making it more of a danger for us to stop them and if our information is correct infinitely more dangerous for the world."

"Our sources believe that these witches are working in league with those who plan to release Lucifer and Michael from the cage that they are captured in." A woman's voice spoke up from the end of the long table. As she stood up Ana could tell that this woman was the youngest among those who sat with her, "It seems that our two separate problems have become one."

Caoimhe sighed, leaning back in her chair as her eyes focused on Ana, "This is why we have asked that the rest of your family join us today. No one understands the gravity of this possibility more than you do." She aimed the last part at Sam and Dean, "Harald and Valera present you with the information that we have, which granted isn't much, but it has become a full Council decision that we must work together to put an end to all of this."

"Only going to get harder." Ana spoke softly to her father before she stood up, ready to get to business. "No offence, but we can cut this formality stuff out. If we're going to be working together it's going to have to be all of us, not just the nine of you and my family." Turning around, she addressed the witches behind her. The group was made up of people her age or older, though there was one girl that was at least a year or two younger than herself. "This effort to open the cage that holds Lucifer and Michael is being led by an angel named Gadreel, but it's obviously not just angels that we're up against. He has demons and other creatures working with him, adding these rogue witches must have been his latest step."

A man who looked to be close to the same age as her father spoke up, his British accent filled with worry. "How can we be expected to live if that's what we're going up against? Witches fighting other witches isn't an unheard of matter, we've been keeping track of our rogue witches for centuries, making sure that if they do not follow us that they at least stay in line. Demons? Angels? We've never been up against anything like that."

"Elliot has a point. I'm not saying that we aren't going to fight, but there isn't much hope of winning since none of us have experience in anything like this." Another woman spoke, her olive skin matching that of one of the men who sat at the Council leader's table.

Connor stood up, moving to Ana's side, "Andrea, Elliot, though I understand that this is nothing like the Council has dealt with before, winning isn't impossible. Ana, Dean, Sam, and Charlie have fought against all of these things before and though Kellen isn't an actual hunter, he's close enough that he can assist us as well. Everyone here is a direct descendant of one of the nine most powerful bloodlines of witches that our kind has ever seen, with the help of the knowledge these hunters have I believe that we stand more of a chance than anyone else."

Ana smiled at Connor, glad that he had stood up to try to calm the worry of those around them. "We have two close friends who know more about angels and demons than probably anyone, I know that they'll be willing to help as well. The only thing that shifts the balance of whether we live or die is knowledge. You need to be taught how to kill demons, angels, and other creatures we could come against in this fight. Which is assuming another reason my family is here."

"The hunters were asked to come and help in anyway they can." The younger woman who had spoken earlier moved around the table and joined the rest of the people in the seats, her Russian accent finally registering in Ana's head. "I am the last Konstantinov descendant left and it will be a cold day in Hell that I let my line end completely with me. So we're going to learn from the Winchesters. We're going to combine our efforts and fight against these witches, who are our responsibility, and try to put a stop to either angel from being risen from their cage." Valera turned to look at Ana, "You are proof that witches and hunters can work together, that we can each be more than just one of those things. In this time we are all both, if we do not fight as one we will not make it out of this alive."

A silence set in as everyone thought on the words that Valera had said and that silence would have probably last longer had it not been for the small grunt Ana released as she clutched her head. Connor didn't even pause to question what was happening, he just placed his arms around her and directed her back toward her seat. He watched as her eyes squinted shut and he turned his gaze toward Dean to see that the man had a worried expression on his face similar to the one that Connor assumed he had himself. The witches around them began to quietly talk among themselves as those who had experienced this before just sat and waited for Ana to come out of the vision so that she could explain what she saw.

"Strange." Caoimhe spoke softly as she walked over to where Ana sat, "She's come into her full power and she still has the visions."

Connor nodded, "They don't come as frequently, but when they do it's never anything good." He explained, pausing as Ana gasped and opened her eyes.

No one spoke as they waited for Ana to readjust to seeing the real world, those who had watched her go through this before knowing that it could take some time. "Demons. A group of them ransacking a town on the coast."

"Right now?" Dean asked, moving so that he was sitting closer to his daughter. He had seen many reactions come from her vision, but Ana visibly shaking had never been one of them.

She shook her head, "No, but soon. The next couple of days tops." Pausing, she met Connor's eyes with tear filled ones of her own. "It's going to be so bad." Taking in a deep breath to try and steady herself. "Gabriel!" Ana called, knowing that the angel would answer her without fail.

There was the sound of wings off to the side, "We've been watching their movements. There's a group of roughly fifteen moving toward the east coast. Cas and I have been trying to retrace their tracks back to wherever they came from, hoping that Gadreel is there as well, but we haven't been able to get very close. Cas is still watching them, if their movement is sign of anything whatever you saw will most likely happen tomorrow."

Ana gave him a curt nod before turning to look at Caoimhe, "We need to deal with this before we can do anything further with the rogue problem. The amount of people who will die if we don't is far more than I'm willing to sacrifice."

"You're given these vision for a reason, Ana." Caoimhe gave her a small, proud smile. "Take care of these demons, keep those people safe, and once you've done that we can continue to plan our next move. We'll monitor the witches until you return. Do me one small favor?" She questioned, waiting until Ana nodded to continue, "Be careful, that babe in your womb will carry on two bloodlines of this Council, can't take any risks."

Ana smiled, of course Caoimhe knew that she was pregnant, most witches probably would if they paid close enough attention. She assumed that since the two of them shared blood that it made it somehow easier for the elder witch to sense it. Moving her eyes from the witch to the rest of her family, she took in another deep breath before standing, "We need to be ready. Gabe, once you have a location we'll move out. Looks like we're going on a demon hunt."