A/N: Hey guys! So it took longer than I would have like to get this posted. Between moving and getting a new puppy (who chewed through the charging cord for my laptop) things have been crazy. Fair warning, if these next few chapters seem a little slow it's for a reason I promise. The craziness and drama surrounding this plot line will come back around full swing, so enjoy the normal with our characters while it last.

Awerry: Thank you again for the review. I love knowing that you're enjoying the story :)

"So today is the day, huh?" Sam asked as Connor and Ana entered the library. It had been a couple of days since their encounter with Gadreel and the entire family had been keeping themselves in the bunker until some of the attention died down. Apparently the news of Ana's pregnancy was spreading like wildfire and both Cas and Gabe had suggested that everyone stay within the protection of the bunker so they could monitor how the supernatural world was going to react. After two days Gabriel had deemed it safe enough for the witches to make their trip to Montana as long as they were constantly on alert. Sam watched as the couple shared a look before Ana nodded in response to his question, the nervousness she was feeling clear in her tensed muscles. "Hey," he began standing up from his chair and walking over to his niece, "everything is going to be fine. You know that Heather is going to love you no matter what." Sam pulled Ana into a gentle hug, it hadn't been hard to notice that she was already beginning to be a bit more emotional than she normally was. "Just remember that she's probably going to be shocked at first. Let her process it all before you jump to any conclusions."

"My kid? Jump to conclusions? Never." Dean muttered sarcastically as he entered the room from the hall, pausing a moment to take in the scene of his giant of a younger brother dwarfing his daughter as the two hugged. "You guys getting ready to leave?"

Ana unwrapped herself from her uncle, turning to give her dad a small smile. "Yeah, we're going to get this over with, maybe spend a little time there before we come back to get everyone for our meeting with the High Council."

With a nod, Dean leaned against the table, folding his arms across his chest as he scowled at the thought of teleporting. "Alright, just remember you and I have plans tonight." He reminded her, they had waited to reschedule until they received the all clear from the angels and now that they had it Dean really wanted to get to spend some time with Ana without either of them yelling at the other.

"I know, dad." She gave him a pointed look, he'd done nothing but mention this plan he had for the two of them and yet he wouldn't tell her what they were doing. "We should get going. Didn't you tell Kellen to meet us here?" Raising an eyebrow she glanced around to make sure that he wasn't somewhere in the room and she had just missed him.

"I'm coming!" Came a voice down the hall, followed shortly by the sounds of fast footsteps. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sleep in so late." He commented once he had joined the group in the library, "And then by the time I got to the bathroom to shower, Charlie was already in there and taking forever."

Ana rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Excuses, excuses." She teased with a grin as she moved to stand next to Connor. "Alright, we'll see you in a couple of hours and then we'll leave for the Council." The last words were aimed at her dad and uncle as she placed a hand on Kellen's shoulder so she could teleport him along with. "We'll be back."

"Thanks for the warning." Dean teased with a grin, giving his daughter a wink before the group of three disappeared from the room. "Now what do we do?" He asked his brother, the past few days had been filled with little research since there was nothing really going on at the moment. Dean hated that they were just waiting around, but they had no idea what Gadreel's plan was or when he was actually going to act on it. Hell, for all they knew whatever the angels and demons were working on could happen tomorrow or not for years down the road.

"Honestly?" Sam sighed as he made his way back around to the chair he had been planted in since he woke up that morning. "I have no idea. We have nothing to go off of on research, Gabe and Cas haven't been able to find anything out either, and we don't know what exactly we're supposed to be doing for the High Council." Brushing a hand through his long hair, he leaned back in his chair and looked up at his brother, "We're pretty much at a standstill."

Dean mimicked his brother's sigh and sat down in the seat next to him before letting his body sink down into it, "Great." He muttered.

-A-

"What do you think all of this is about?" The question was asked as Ana teleported the group into the kitchen of the Feragen home. She had called Heather earlier and asked her to wait for them with their close family friends. Since the entire Feragen family was an adopted attachment of the Walker and now Winchester families Ana saw no problem with telling everyone at the same time.

There was a pause before Heather responded to Monica's question, "I have no idea. I just hope they're not in some sort of monster trouble. It seems like that's been pretty non stop since Ana and Dean met."

Turning to share a look with Connor and then with Kellen, she gave a slight nod before they headed into the large living room where the rest of the family was gathered. Heather, Callie, and Gwen were the first to see them, both of the younger girls so excited to see their brother that they jumped up from where they sat and enveloped him in a sandwiched hug. Ana smiled at them as she continued to walk toward Heather, her smile widening as the familiar arms pulled her into a warm hug.

"I've missed you so much." Heather told her softly, holding onto her niece a little tighter than necessary. Hugging for a few extra minutes, she finally let go of the shorter woman and turned her attention to the young man standing off of the side, waiting patiently for the family reunion to settle down. "How are you, Connor?"

Connor pulled his eyes away from Ana, he couldn't help but keep an extra close eye on her now that she was pregnant. Their world was just so crazy and he wanted to make sure that both his soulmate and their daughter were healthy and alive. "I'm good, how have you been since we left?"

Heather smiled as she sat back down, she liked Connor, something about him complimented Ana in a way that she knew her niece needed. "Busy. Work has been a little hectic lately, but it's kept things from getting boring."

"It's killing me!" Gwen all but shouted, interrupting all other conversations going on in the room, as she quickly walked over to Ana, "You better spill whatever news you have or I'm going to go nuts imagining the worst things possible."

Ana gave her friend a wide eyed look before raising an eyebrow at her, "First of all, you need to lay off the caffeine, we've talked about this." She teased while placing a hand on her friend's shoulder, "And I'll get to my news when I'm good and ready, so you can sit down and make nice conversation or I'm just not going to tell you. Plus, I want to wait until your dad is here too."

"Which should be any minute." Monica spoke up, "He took the day off, but had to drop some paperwork off at the office so they didn't get behind on this latest project." She explained, smiling as Kellen sat down next to her on the loveseat and giving his knee an affectionate pat. "We've missed you." She told her son, "Hopefully you haven't been much of a burden on everyone you're staying with."

"Me the burden?" Kellen scoffed and waved a hand at Ana, "At least I'm not the one beating on people who were just trying to help them."

Ana rolled her eyes as everyone's attention turned back to her, "Seriously? You've had how long to freak out over what happened since I returned to normal and you wait until we're in front of the family I didn't want to explain my soulless story to. Really?"

"Did you just say soulless?" Gwen asked, her voice raising in pitch toward the end of the sentence. Her eyes were wide, as were everyone else's in the room, and they were all looking at Ana as if she had just told them she had made contact with aliens.

Sighing, Ana looked to Connor for help, this was definitely not how she wanted their get together to start that day. "It was only for a short period of time." Connor explained, taking the cue from the stressed out woman next to him. "Ana wasn't in much danger and though she didn't tell anyone before she did so, she made the decision herself to help with a future problem we're most likely going to have to deal with. But that isn't why we're here today and I think we'd all do better if we focus on one thing at a time."

The sound of a door opening and closing quickly stopped the conversation from continuing and no one spoke as Hank entered the room. "What'd I miss?" He asked with a smile as he crossed the room, pulling his son into a quick hug once he stood up from the couch.

"Nothing really important." Kellen answered, returning his father's hug before pulling away so that they could get on with this. He was happy to see his family, he wasn't used to being away from them for long periods of time, but he also knew that this trip wasn't about him.

Before anyone could bring up the topic they had just been discussing Ana stood quickly, looking around at everyone as Hank sat down and once all attention was on her the words basically spilled out of her mouth. "I'm pregnant."

Four very high pitched versions of, "What?" Were screeched out as the other women in the room looked at Ana with wide eyes, something that there was no lacking of today. Connor's eyes didn't move from Ana, he didn't like that she was so panicked about telling her family this news. Of course this wasn't something they had planned, but to him that didn't give these people the right to be any less happy for them.

Heather stood up from her seat in one of the chairs in the room and walked over to where Ana stood, "Are you sure?" She questioned, glancing down at Connor before focusing her eyes back on Ana.

"When the King of Hell breaks the news, two angels confirm it, and another angel can sense it from about ten feet away…" Ana rambled, clamping her mouth shut before she could continue. "Yes, I'm sure."

"It's a girl." Connor commented, standing up and holding onto Ana's hand, he gave her a reassuring smile. "Gabriel and Castiel have both checked on the baby. So far she's healthy."

Heather placed a hand over her mouth, trying to process everything, but the only thing she could think of was the sister she lost. The sister that was determined to keep a baby she wasn't ready for and then dieing before she was able to even care for the child. With a shake of her head, Heather turned and left the room, her mind playing out a similar scenario for Ana.

Watching as her aunt left the room brought tears to Ana's eyes, her mind going through the possible reasons Heather didn't respond at all. She was disappointed, of course she didn't approve of this, Heather didn't understand the entirety of what this meant and how there was little that Ana and Connor could have done to stop this. Her shoulders began to shake, but before she began to actually cry she felt Connor pull her into his chest, his arms wrapping around her.

"Oh, honey…" Monica stood up, being able to understand what both Ana and Heather were feeling. The two elder women had been friends for years and she had known Ana since she was a baby, if anyone in the room understood both sides of this is was her. "Ana," she spoke as she walked over to the girl wrapped protectively in her boyfriend's arms, "she's just worried about you honey. You're not much older than your mother was…" she trailed off, not being able to think about Stephanie without feeling a slight pain in her heart. Stephanie had been her friend just as much as Heather before she had passed. "Just give her a little time, okay? I'll go talk to her." With a small smile, Monica turned and went toward the direction that Heather had walked in.

The thought of putting those fears in Heather's mind only made Ana feel worse. She had no fear that she would end up like her mother, but she knew that Heather didn't understand that the people in her life wouldn't let that be a possibility. Before her thoughts could linger any further, Gwen and Callie were standing up from the couch and basically pulled Ana away from Connor, circling her in a hug of their own.

"You're going to have the best baby ever." Callie told her smile, hugging her a little tighter.

Gwen scoffed, "Of course she is, that little girl is going to have the best family. She's going to absorb some of the awesome." Placing a quick kiss to her best friend's cheek, "But if you think I'm babysitting before the age of four or five you're crazy."

Ana laughed through the tears still falling from her eyes, "Oh, whatever. You're going to be so excited to dress her up that you're going to steal her from us." She joked back, her eyes turning to focus on Connor as he walked a few feet away and placed his phone to his ear.

"How's Dean feel about this?" Hank questioned from where he sat, grinning as the girls circled around so that they were all facing him. If there was something he would bet on in this world it was the commitment and love the three girls in front of him shared for one another.

"He wasn't entirely pleased at first. No parent wants their teenaged daughter to get pregnant, but when you're a Winchester and God's in the mix there's not a lot you can do when He makes a decision." Ana shrugged.

Hank turned to look at his son, "Did she just say God?"

Kellen nodded, "He prefers Chuck. Really great guy, he has a killer bread."

Ana laughed at Kellen's description, but was stopped by Connor's voice. "Ana, Valera would like to speak with you." He gave her a gentle smile as he handed her the phone, making it clear that nothing was wrong.

"Valera?" She questioned as she placed the phone to her ear, both Callie and Gwen taking a few steps back so that she could have the conversation in semi privacy.

"Ana," Valera's thick Russian accent rolled through the phone, "I'm sorry to bother you, I know that your family is due to meet with us in a few hours, but I just wanted to ask you a quick favor."

Turning her attention partially to Connor with a raised eyebrow she continued to speak into the phone, "Of course."

"Fantastic. With your family being the last remaining line of the Men of Letters you have access to books and information that we may no longer have. We'd really appreciate it if when you come later that you bring whatever information you have on witches that you think could be of use to us with these rogues."

"No problem. Sam knows that library better than anyone, I'm sure he knows where everything is at so I'll have him start working on that." Ana assured the witch on the other line. With the agreement that the Winchesters would bring what information they had that could be helpful the two witches said a quick goodbye before ending the call.

As Ana handed the phone back to Connor, Monica walked back into the living room with a sympathetic look on her face. "Heather went home, Ana. I think she needs a little more time to process this news. She'll be alright in a day or so." She assured the young woman who was visibly broken by the words she'd just heard. Not being able to hold back the question she had on her mind any longer, she looked at the young couple standing in front of her as Connor moved closer to Ana's side. "Are you two okay with this? You're soulmates, I understand that, but neither of you are very old. Are you ready for a baby?"

Feeling a familiar arm wrap around her back, Ana leaned into Connor's side with a soft smile, "It wasn't something we planned on happening for years, but we're ready. Even if we weren't, we would figure out a way to be."

"Well then, as long as you both are happy about this then so are we." Hank spoke up as he stood up from where he sat next to Kellen. "Plus, after hearing about some of the things you two have taken on I have no doubt that you'll be able to survive being parents."

With Hank's support being echoed by the rest of the family, Ana and Connor decided that it was probably best that they get back to the bunker to help prepare things for their trip to Ireland. Sam would need time and some helping hands to gather up all of the information they had on witches that could help. Saying a quick goodbye to everyone Connor and Ana teleported themselves and Kellen back to the bunker. Sam, Dean, and Charlie were sitting at the table when they appeared, their conversation stopping once the others were in the room. "I need a minute." Ana told Connor softly and left the library before anyone could speak to her.

"Went that well, huh?" Dean questioned with a sigh once Ana was out of the room. He had been hoping that everything went alright, but seeing the look on his daughter's face made it clear that it hadn't.

Connor and Kellen shared a look before moving toward the table to sit with the rest of them. "My family took it alright, but Heather left the room shortly after Ana blurted it out." Kellen explained as he sat in the seat next to Charlie. "She's having a hard time not thinking about Stephanie."

Dean winched at that, of course she was having a hard time with that, he hadn't even been there when Ana was born and he was having a hard time not thinking that the same thing that happened to Steph would happen to their daughter. "Thankfully we have things that Steph sadly didn't when she went into labor with Ana. Two angels and access to powerful witches have made the possibility of Ana not making it out of childbirth almost nonexistent."

"Heather doesn't know that though or that God himself lent a hand in making this happen." Connor rubbed a hand over his face, it had already been a long day and the day was nowhere near over. "She'll come around and when she does Ana will explain why everything is going to turn out fine."

A silence fell over the group after that, stretching out for a length of time as it seemed none of them were willing to break it. They all just sat, eyes focused in random areas of the room as they each worried internally for Ana and how she must be handling what happened with her aunt. Long minutes passed before the quiet sound of feet echoed through the room as the redheaded witch reentered, her eyes looking a little red and puffy, but the smile on her face didn't betray the hurt she must have been feeling. "Alright, guys, we need to get stuff ready to go. Sam, Valera called and asked that we bring what information we have on witches that we think will help."

"Who's Valera?" Dean questioned, not entirely happy that his daughter was once again taking after him in the form of burying her emotions, but glad to see that she was ready to continue on and not sulk on something that would most likely right itself out.

With a roll of her eyes Ana placed her hands on her hips, "She's a member of the High Council. The blonde Russian woman who was speaking before I had my vision the last time we were there." She explained, "Can we get back on topic now? I know our collection of information on witches is rather large, so it may take some time to go through and figure out which ones can help in this situation."

Sam stood up, "Over the years I've gone through and made my own system of categorizing each section." He began to explain as he walked over to the old system he used to file everything, the information was also on his laptop as a backup, but he prefered to use this method. "The cards are separated in these drawers by reference material; witches, demons, vamps, werewolves, and everything else we have information on. Each category is ordered alphabetically by title of book and then each card gives a general summary of what each book has; general information, the lore, weaknesses-"

"Damn. I knew you spent a lot of time in here, but you completely nerded out, didn't you?" Dean questioned as he stood up from the table. "I bet doing all of that work gave you a warm tingly feeling inside." He teased.

"Shut up, Dean." Sam shook his head at his brother as he opened a small drawer on one of the old, wooden cataloging setups that had to be centuries old. Flipping through cards, he began to pull out the ones that looked like they could use. It didn't take long for him to get through the whole thing, but by the time he was finished there was a small stack of index cards in his hand. "This is what we have, hopefully these will help."

Ana smiled at her uncle, loving him even more for how nerdy he could be sometimes, it made situations like these a lot easier. Even if he was constantly teased by Dean for it. "That's great. Why don't we get that all together quickly and we can leave now. No point in wasting any time and I'd rather get ahead on this rogue problem before they get the upper hand."

Everyone took a couple of cards from Sam and followed the reference numbers to whichever shelves among the many that the specific books were kept on. It didn't take long for the group to gather up the books and while Sam double checked the rest of the reference cards, Dean went to empty out a couple of the large duffle bags they kept full of weapons so they could fill them with books which would make it easier for the witches to teleport. "Alright," Sam spoke as he walked over to the table where Dean was zipping the last duffle, "looks like we got 'em all. Are we ready to head out?" He directed the question at Ana and Connor since this was basically their call.

"Looks like it. You all ready to do this again?" She questioned, grabbing onto Connor's hand and watching as the rest of the group began to grab hands, the process only halting when Dean scowled at the hand that Charlie offered him. "Delaying this isn't going to make it any better, dad." Ana warned, trying not to snicker at the face he was making. Mumbling begrudgingly, Dean accepted Charlie's hand and then scooted closer to Ana so they could finish the circle. Once their hands were touching Ana teleported them out of the room without warning, knowing that by getting it over faster her father would stop complaining sooner… hopefully.

"Ana! Connor!" Valera smiled as the group appeared in front of her, "We weren't expecting you all for another hour."

Looking around Ana noticed that the rest of the meeting room was empty, "Our morning plans were over sooner than we thought they would be." She shrugged before gesturing to the bags that sat at her and Connor's feet. "We brought every book we thought could help." She added as a change of subject.

"Perfect! We can sort them out over here." Valera patted the table that she was standing next to. She watched as the Winchester brothers shared a quick nod and then both moved to grab the bags, it seemed to her that these men were used to doing their own heavy lifting.

Sam and Dean moved at the same time to grab the bags on the floor, neither of them wanting Ana to even try picking one up while at the same time just assuming they would do it. Once they each had a bag in hand and turned to walk toward the table, Dean bumped shoulders with his younger brother. "Dude," he spoke only loud enough for Sam to hear, "she's hot."

The younger Winchester gave his brother his best bitch face, choosing to ignore the comment otherwise. Placing the bag he carried on the table he turned his attention back to the group, "Where's everyone else?" He questioned, assuming that they would have been working without the rest of them being there if this problem was so important.

"Taking a break. We've been working since early this morning." Valera answered with a soft smile, "I thought I had a lead so I stayed behind, but it turned out to be nothing."

"What exactly are we looking for with all of this?" Charlie spoke up, she figured that this was just going to be like a normal hunt. Find the monster, or in this case group of rogue witches, and find the best way to take them down, but if this woman was following some sort of lead on her own kind then maybe her assumption was wrong.

Valera leaned against the table, hiking up a leg so that she was halfway sitting on the dark wood. "The problem with any group of witches getting together is the strength of their power. For covens like ours it's actually a good thing. We can help more people, stop more disaster, try to keep the balance. For a rogue group this large it's pretty deadly. Our tracking spells haven't been able to find them, which wasn't too surprising. If they're using dark magic then without a force as strong as theirs to rival whatever spell they have blocking us we most likely won't be able to locate them. Which is our best first step, if we're able to track them then we'll have a better idea of what kind of numbers were up against and when they'll be moving to attack."

"Maybe we can help." Connor offered, "When Ana and I unite our powers were pretty strong, add that on top of the conjoined power of those of the Council and I'm pretty sure that we can break past any spell they're using."

Nodding, Valera tapped her fingers against her jean clad legs, "Caoimhe had that thought too. We sent Kye and Riley to gather more of the supplies we'll need. After trying for the third time this morning we ran out."

Connor laughed, "So you send the two brothers who will probably take the longest to get the supplies you need?" He shook his head, "By now Riley has probably found some poor girl to hit on and Kye is probably lost trying to find everything they went out for."

"I find that offensive." A voice drew everyone's attention toward the door where two men who looked enough alike to be brothers came walking through. "This one may have ditched me to flirt with a blonde on the street, but I know how to follow directions."

Connor raised an eyebrow at Kye, "Right, because when we were six you didn't get us lost trying to walk from here to the town."

The young British man glared at Connor, "I don't recall that being my idea in the first place. What I do remember was you saying that we should go into town to "find a present for Iona's birthday" and telling me that because I'd been there more often than you I should be able to lead us there."

"It wasn't even Iona's birthday." Riley recalled with a chuckle and shook his head, "Mum likes to talk like I was the troublemaker as a child, but you two paired together was ten times worse than anything I ever did."

Kye scoffed, "It was mostly Connor and now look what he's gone and done." He waved a hand at Connor and Ana, "Got with a girl from the Good line of all things, he's obviously the troubled one out of the pair of us."

Ana raised an eyebrow, "Should I be offended by that?" She aimed the question at Connor, her voice low so that not everyone could hear her.

"No," Valera told Ana with a gentle smile before turning to Kye with a slight glare in her eyes, "there are no harsh feelings between the families. Malakye is most likely just jealous that Connor got to you before he did. Something about the Harlow men makes them think that they're the Goddess' gift to women."

"Great, like I don't get enough of that with my dad." Ana murmured, trying to keep Dean from hearing her, but she realized that her goal was nearly impossible since he was standing just behind her.

Dean frowned at Ana as Sam silently chuckled next to him, "Like you know anything about what I'm like with women. In case you hadn't noticed, since the day you came to the bunker to save me my focuses have been somewhere else."

Ana nodded, "Of course I noticed, but that doesn't mean that I didn't also see a long list of women in the visions I had about you before we met."

"Okay." Charlie interrupted before the Winchester battle of sassy comments could go further, "Not that I don't love to hear you two bicker like this, but we kind of have a witch problem on our hands. Which, ya know, is paired with the issue of an angel and a demon working together to release some sort of crazy powerful evil in the form of two archangels. We should probably get to work."

Everyone stopped for a moment, seeming to have forgotten what they were actually there for or maybe they just forced themselves to focus on the lightheartedness of the teasing occurring in the room. "Charlie's right." Sam spoke up, "I'm not sure if you all are ready to try that tracking spell, but we can at least start on some of the books we brought along."

"The others won't be back for a while so we can start researching. I'm really hoping that your books will have some information that we don't have." Valera told Sam, turning to look at the two bags on the table. "We've never dealt with something like this. Rogues don't ban together and we're not sure how the concentrated amounts of black magic will affect our chances in surviving any battle we have with them."

Sam nodded, closing the space between himself and the table so that he could begin sorting books out of the bags. "Well if we have any information on that it will be in one of these and if not we're pretty good at surviving odds stacked against us."

Dean nodded in agreement as he turned to watch his brother begin to make piles of the books from the bag. "We'll come out on top, we always do." Ana and Kellen's eyes met, each holding an amused glint as they both began to laugh. Realizing his mistake too late, Dean rolled his eyes, "You two are children when you're together." He sighed and walked toward the table to start reading a book that was probably going to be the first in a long line of them.

Though Ana and Kellen were still giggling everyone moved toward the table, the two Harlow brothers included as they had decided to stick around to help. They each grabbed a book and found a place to sit, spreading out so that they all had their own room. Hours passed as they read quietly, the silence only being broken when someone would find something they thought would be helpful to the other side of their group, but it always turned out to be something that either the witches already had record of or the hunters had already used in a fight with a witch. Afternoon was beginning to set in and they hadn't come across anything that would be helpful in their upcoming fight. Valera had spoken with the rest of the Council earlier and they decided that it would be wise to let everyone rest for the night so that they would all be ready to do the spell again in the morning. The group that had been holed up in the meeting room agreed that they would rather continue on with their research so that they would have all of the reading out of the way.

Dean had just finished his third incredibly long and just as boring book on witches, setting it down on the other two he had finished he glanced at his watch. With a smile, he grabbed the three books and stood from the bench that he had been sitting on, leaving Sam and Valera to man the table and books. Quietly setting them in another pile of finished books, Dean caught Sam's attention with a small cough.

Sam had known about Dean's plan for a while and thought it was really great, his brother and niece hadn't gotten much time together since everything began to happen with the demons. With another Winchester/Mohr family member on the way Dean wanted to make sure he got some one on one time in with his daughter. "We've got this. You two go." He assured Dean quietly, giving him a quick smile before turning back to the book on the table in front of him.

Crossing the room with an excited skip in his step, Dean stopped in front of the bench that Connor and Ana were sitting on. Connor was sitting up, one hand held a book as the other brushed through Ana's long hair as she used his leg as a pillow with obviously no shame in making herself comfortable. Shaking his head slightly, he stopped just in front of the couple, causing both of them to turn their attention to him, "You ready to go?" He questioned Ana, knowing that she would have to teleport them back to the Impala.

Glancing up at Connor she closed her book before turning her attention back to her dad, "Whenever you are. Are you sure that we should be leaving in the middle of this study group?" She questioned, feeling bad that they were ditching out and leaving the rest of the reading to everyone else.

"Yes, I'm sure. Sam said they'll be fine, now come on." He held his hand out toward Ana, "We need to go get Baby."

Ana rolled her eyes, she still couldn't believe that her dad named his car. Sitting up, she placed a quick kiss to Connor's cheek, "We'll be back later." She informed him with a small smile before standing and taking Dean's hand. Without saying anything else she teleported them out of the room and to the garage of the bunker.

Dean ran a hand across the Impala's hood as he walked toward the driver side door, "Get in." he told Ana with a grin as he opened his own door, ready to finally put his plan into action.

-A-

Their daddy/daughter date as Ana began to call it, mostly to hear Dean complain, had started off in their favorite small diner a couple of towns over. They had dinner, talked about what happened that morning in Montana, and anything else that they thought of. It was nice that their conversations came so easily and Ana was extremely grateful that she had the easy relationship she did with her dad. After dinner and dessert, pie for Dean and a strawberry sundae for Ana, they began the drive back to the bunker.

"That was great, dad. Thank you." Ana gave him a soft smile as she made herself comfortable in the passenger seat.

He nodded in agreement, "There's just been so much going on lately and after the soulless stint I've felt like we needed this. Now that we're dealing with witches along with the demons and angels, there's no telling when we're going to get time like this again."

Sighing, she looked out the window and watched the passing scenery, "Life has been nothing but crazy lately." Not that life had ever been really calm to begin with, but at least it was nowhere near the amount of crazy they were dealing with now on a normal basis. Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, the music on the radio being the only sound other than the rumble of the engine. The songs changed over the speakers and Ana smiled as a familiar succession of notes began to play, "Turn it up? I love this song."

Dean smiled and complied, happy that they could enjoy the same music when they were together. As the song registered in his head, his smile changed from something full with pride at his daughter's music taste to a look more filled with emotion. He had heard the song countless times and though it wasn't one of his favorites sitting in his car, driving down an empty road with his daughter in the seat next to him, it brought around a whole new feeling. As the lyrics began his smile only grew when Ana began to sing along. He'd never heard her sing before and though she wasn't incredible, she definitely wasn't bad.

She's got a smile it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

When everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face

It takes me away to the special place

And if I stare too long I'd probably break down and cry

Oh, oh, oh

Sweet child o' mine

He couldn't help but laugh softly as she began to nod her head with the beat, obviously thoroughly enjoying the song and as the chorus picked back up again he began to sing with her, his hands drumming on the steering wheel as they so often did. Glancing over at Ana, they shared a smile as they continued down the road.

Note: Two quick things. So I'm almost certain that this is the longest chapter I've posted. I really wanted to get that last scene in, it's been in my head for WEEKS! Also, the song referenced above is Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N' Roses. I own rights to it like I own rights to Supernatural, which is none. I'm just a crazy fangirl. Now this is longer than I planned… I hope you enjoyed it!