One moment Ana was arguing with him and the next she was falling to the floor. Dean's hunter reflexes kicked in so that he caught her before she could hit the floor and get hurt. There was the sudden sound of raised voices as all attention was turned to the unconscious witch in his arms. He could barely hear the worried voices of Connor and Sam, each man not being able to move to check on Ana themselves causing them to question what was happening from afar. She was alive, her breathing was shallow, but even and Dean could feel her heartbeat humming through her body or maybe that was his own… he was too worried to be able to tell the difference. There was little time to question it as he was accompanied on the floor by Caoimhe, the woman Ana had spoken with early that Dean never caught the name of, and Kellen who hadn't offered to aid another witch after the ritual in fear of this exact thing happening.

"Iona, talk to me." Connor demanded, watching as the two witches used their heightened senses and lesser form of their powers to check on his soulmate. As he leaned against his uncle he damned the fact that the spell had taken so much energy out of him, making him unable to check on his pregnant girlfriend himself. When he wasn't immediately answered, fear filled him, "Iona!" Her name a demand for information.

The Scottish witch's body was tense with concern; after all of the things she had heard about Ana it was a surprise that the witch had been knocked unconscious by such a spell. Iona could feel Caoimhe working next to her, giving her young descendent a small portion of energy back. It took some time and though she heard Connor yell at her, she ignored him to focus on the witch that lay in the arms of her father. First she checked to make sure that Ana was okay, because if the mother was in danger than the baby would be as well, whether or not the child was fine on its own. When she was assured that Ana was alright, just weak, Iona moved her focus onto the small blip of a baby in the young woman's womb. Her body deflated in relief once she was certain the baby was alright, perfect she would even say. Looking into the eyes of the eldest Winchester, she gave him a reassuring smile, "She just needs to rest. I'll have someone show you to a room where she can sleep." With that she stood and looked around the room, noticing that both of her brothers were free to help. "Nicholas, Fenrick, could I get your help?" As she waited for her brothers to join her, she glanced at Connor, who was being calmed by Niall so that he didn't begin to panic over Ana.

Iona's brothers stopped by her side, each just waiting for her to tell them what she needed. Being the middle sibling it seemed weird to others how the men both listened to their sister and though she knew that Nicholas had more than enough means to be the "leader" of the three, both brothers never argued when Iona took charge. It was sort of eerie how similar the siblings looked; same dark brown hair, fair complexion, and steel grey eyes. Dean watched the two younger men, the shorter one couldn't be much older than Ana, it seemed that the majority of the next generation of the Council was her age. All that he had seen, except for a younger girl who looked like she was still in high school and a man and woman who looked closer to his own age, seemed to be just a few years older than Ana.

"I think it's best that we put Ana and Connor in a room for a while, let them both rest." Iona explained, "Fen, lead Dean to the room that Connor normally stays in so that he can lay Ana down. Nick, I'm going to need your help moving Connor. Niall needs to stay with the rest of the Council and I don't think it'll be beneficial for Connor to stay here as well."

Both men nodded at their sister's request, Nick and Iona both leaving to speak with Connor while the younger brother, Fenrick, stayed with Dean. "If you're ready I can lead you to the room now." the witch spoke gently to Dean, as if he could understand that with all that was going on the older man was on the brink of breaking down from all of the stress. Simply nodding, Dean carefully stood up, Ana still cradled in his arms and let the younger man lead him out of the main meeting space.

It was strange walking out of the room and into the hall, the hunters had only ever been in the one room every time they came and to think that there was more around it was weird to Dean. It was as if the room existed on it's own in his head when he actually knew that it was in the middle of a rather old castle somewhere on the coast of Ireland. When Ana had just begun to learn about the Council, right before she met with Caoimhe for the first time, Connor had explained to all of them about the castle itself and how the High Council came to be. Though it seemed interesting enough, Dean hadn't paid much attention, though he was pretty sure that when the Council was first thought of the two families that started it were the Good and the Mohr lines, back before they even called themselves by those names. Those two families being from Ireland was the only reason that the castle and the location for their meeting place was in that country, he assumed that there had been fights over it in the past, but whatever may have happened then was completely smoothed out now it seemed. All of the families worked like a well oiled machine and he was really glad that his family was part of it instead of being on it's bad side.

Clearing his head, Dean made sure to pay attention as he followed Fenrick down the long halls until they reached the opposite side of the building. The corridor they were now in veered off toward both the right and the left, each way holding three doors. "This is just the first floor of rooms." Fenrick explained as he continued to lead Dean, stopping in front of a door long enough to open it and stand out of the way. "There's enough room here to house us all if need be, which by the sounds of it could happen very soon. I've heard about the… bunker, is that what you call it?" He paused long enough for Dean to nod as the elder man walked into the room and toward the bed, "Yes, if things go south and for whatever reason we need to stay together or going back to your bunker isn't an option there's also enough room here for your family."

Dean carefully placed Ana on the bed, brushing her hair out of her face before slowly turning to look at the witch. "How old are you?" He questioned, genuinely curious.

"Twenty-one." Fen cocked an eyebrow at the other man, "What does it matter?"

"By the time I was your age I was taking down every ghost, monster, and, sorry to say it, witch I came across. Though I can assure you that the ones we took down were not as friendly as you all are." Sighing the hunter sat down on the bed next to his daughter, looking down at her as he began to speak again. "What I'm getting at is… I thought by doing all of that, going up against every fugly I could get my hands on that I would make life easier, safer for Ana and other kids your age. Now it just seems like one thing after the other is doing what it can to crush that hope."

Iona, Nicholas, and Connor had reached the door while Dean had been talking, the witches stopping to not interrupt him. Sighing, Connor gestured for Nicholas to help him in the room, "Dean, eventually things will calm down." He assured the man weakly as Nickolas helped him to sit in the chair next to the bed. "We have to believe that this won't last forever, otherwise there's nothing to fight toward."

Dean turned his attention to Connor, part of him wanting to hope the young witch was right and the rest stuck with the belief that nothing ever went right for a Winchester. Instead of responding to Connor he stood up and headed for the door, "You get some rest, let me know if she wakes up. I'm going to go check on everyone else." With that he was out the door before anyone could stop him.

"Is he always so doom and gloom?" Nick asked, moving so that he was standing by the foot of the bed.

Connor shook his head, "He's probably stressed, there has been a lot going on lately and we haven't really gotten a chance to breath." Looking to Fenrick, he studied him a moment before posing the question he'd been waiting to. "Were you able to get anything off of him?"

The younger witch nodded, moving away from where he stood by the wall and walking to stand by Connor's chair. "Dean's worried, deeply so for Ana and the child that grows within her. It doesn't stop there, he feels responsible for all of you and in a way, now us. He carries too much, blaming himself for all of this, like he could have somehow stopped it." Fen shrugged, "This will pass. We will handle these rogues, help how we can with the angel problem you and Ana are dealing with, and then hopefully things will calm down so you can raise your child in peace."

Connor gave his friend a weak smile, thankful for the witches of the Council families that cared so deeply for their own, he and Ana included. "I'd very much like to believe that a day will come where we're not fighting off a form of evil, but with this prophecy hanging over our heads I don't think that day will come until we can be certain of how our daughter will use her power."

"Any child of yours, Connor Mohr, will have the purest of hearts." Iona spoke up, giving him a pointed look before he could argue. "Even if they stray once or twice."

"I didn't just stray, Iona."

She scoffed at him, "Compared to how your parents and sister are, all you did was stray. Don't fight me on this. You could have done a lot worse in your time." Giving him one last stern look, Iona moved toward the bed where Ana lay, reaching her power out to make sure that the witch and the baby she carried were both still fine. "You are going to have a very healthy baby girl on your hands in about eight months."

The thought of his daughter made Connor smile, through everything they went through he was thankful that he had Ana and soon their baby girl to keep him fighting. "Why don't you three head back to the meeting room, check on everyone else. I'll wait here until Ana wakes up."

Fenrick patted Connor on the shoulder, "We would like the chance to talk to your lovely Ana when she wakes up. Something tells me she's quite the spitfire." He gave his friend a warm smile before turning to follow his siblings out of the room.

"Yeah, that 'something' has nothing to do with the fact that you're a powerful empath." Connor rolled his eyes, though he fondly watched them all leave. After leaving his family and cutting off all ties to his sister, Victoria, many of the children of the Council families had taken him in. He'd become friend to all of them, campion in magic, but to the Calhoun siblings and the sons of the Harlow line he'd become a brother. Gathering all of the energy he had left in him, Connor pushed himself out of the chair that Nick had helped him into and shuffled the short distance to the bed before situating himself next to his soulmate. "Someday life will be easier. I promise." The words were mumbled, but that didn't make them any less true and the last thought he had before he drifted to sleep was that he would do whatever it took to follow through on that promise.

-A-

When Dean entered the meeting room the first thing he noticed was that the majority of the witches that had been a part of the spell were no longer in the room, he assumed that they had been taken to a room to rest like Ana and Connor had been. The second was that Sam looked pretty comfortable leaning against one of the walls with Valera's back resting against his torso. The younger woman was talking animatedly about something, as animated as she could get at least, and Sam seemed to be concentrating hard on absorbing every word she said. He slowly made his way over to the pair, knowing that Val wouldn't be able to see him right away with the angle she was reclined at and he knew that if his brother didn't want him to interrupt that Sam would no doubt give him a informative bitch face. When Sam spotted his older brother the younger Winchester smiled and Dean took that as a good sign.

"How's Ana?" Sam asked, the concern that had been at the back of his mind as Val spoke coming full frontal now that his brother was back. Caoimhe had stopped and assured everyone that Ana was fine, just overtly tired.

Dean sighed, crouching down so that he wasn't towering over them, though it would have been a change of pace from how often Sam did the same exact thing to him. "She'll be okay, sleeping off all of that with Connor." He shrugged, glancing back and forth between his brother and the witch who looked extremely comfortable against him. "How are you holding up, Val?"

The witch's eyes were focused up at Sam, specifically his defined jawline and the stubble that was growing there. "I'm a little out of it." Valera finally answered, realizing that it had taken her a bit longer than it normally would have to respond. "A spell like that is a lot for any witch and let's just say that when I'm out of energy I get a little… What's the word you Americans would use?" She paused to think on it a moment before nodding to herself, "Loopy."

"A little?" Sam questioned with a smile, looking down at Val with a raised eyebrow before looking back to Dean. "Before you came over she was explaining to me what the spell felt like, I think you caught some of the hand motions she used."

Dean nodded, "I just assumed it was some weird form of interpretive dance." He chuckled as Valera grumbled at him. "What I originally came over here for was to see if we have a plan for the rest of the day? I'm going to assume that the nine of you that did the spell are going to be out of the game until you get some sleep, so what do we do now?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders, right now none of the calls made were on them, this was witch business. Looking down at Valera he noticed that she had fallen asleep while he and Dean had been talking. "I guess we'll just hang out here, not like we really have a way to get back to the bunker unless we call Cas or Gabe, but I doubt you want to leave Ana here with everything going on."

"We'll stay here." Dean concluded. His brother was right, there was no way he was going to leave his daughter, not even knowing this place was as well protected as the bunker. "I'll track someone down to show us where we can all stay and where you can take Sleeping Beauty." Standing up, Dean caught sight of the three siblings from earlier entering the meeting room. Moving quickly he caught up to them before they could get caught up doing something else. "Hey, Iona, right?"

The female witch nodded and gave him a warm smile, "Yes, what can I do for you, Dean?"

"I was wondering if you could help us out. It doesn't look like we're going to be leaving today unless Connor or Ana wake up before nightfall. We were hoping that you had a couple of rooms we could use for the night and that one of you might be able to show my brother where Val stays when she's here? She's out cold." Dean explained, part of him not wanting to seem too up front with the witches, but at the same time knowing that it would be dumb to back down. None of them had shown any aggression toward his family.

"Of course! It looks like the Council has already separated for the day so we can just assume that the rest of the time will be used to make sure the witches that participated in the spell are recovering as they should be." Iona gave the man another smile, "Why don't you collect the rest of your people, my brothers will show you to the rooms you can use and I will direct Sam to Valera's room so I can check on her once we get there."

Dean returned the smile awkwardly, "Sounds good to me. I'll go grab Charlie and Kellen." It wasn't hard to spot the pair across the room, the redheaded hunter and the younger man were sitting next to each other seemingly deep in conversation. The closer he walked to them the easier it became to hear Charlie's animated talking.

"I can't believe you haven't seen any of the Lord of the Rings movies!" She threw her hands in the air and shook her head at Kellen, "Do you live under a rock or something?!"

Kellen sighed and rolled his eyes at Charlie, "No, I do not live under the rock. I just never had a reason to watch them. I never got around to reading the books and whenever I had the thought of watching it, something else would come up."

Charlie looked at him as if he had grown a third head and was ready to jump into another rant when Dean cleared his throat to get their attention. Noticing him for the first time, she jumped up from her seat and wrapped the eldest Winchester in a hug. "How's Ana?"

"She'll be fine, she just needs to rest. We're going to stay here for the night so that we can help in case something happens while their numbers are down." Glancing over his shoulder, Dean saw that Iona had gone to talk to Sam and that her brothers were waiting patiently for them. "I've found some people to lead us to our rooms, we'll get some rest ourselves before they need us again. There's no telling when the rogues will decide to attack." Not waiting for either one of them to answer, he turned and headed back toward where Nicholas and Fenrick were waiting.

The brothers set off with the small group of hunters, easily being able to allow for Dean's request that their rooms be near each other and also near Connor's if it was possible. He wanted to be able to get to his family quickly if anything were to happen. With a quick explanation of the layout of the side of the castle that the rooms were in the hunters were left to their own devices while Fen and Nick returned to the meeting room where their sister had asked them to meet her.

"Ah, there you are." Iona came up between her brothers just as they were turning down the corridor that led to the meeting room. Linking her arms through both of theirs and giving them each a warm smile. "I assume you got the hunters squared away?"

Nick nodded, "Of course. Their just down the hall from Connor and Ana. How was Val when you left her?"

Iona's smile turned into a knowing smirk, "In the very capable hands of one Sam Winchester, I'm sure she'll be fine." As they walked through the open doors of the large room, she leaned her head on Fen's shoulder. "She's growing quickly smitten with that one."

"Of course she is." Fen shook his head, shrugging his shoulder to make his sister move her head. "Not only do they have the book lover thing going on, but Val's always liked taller men and she could climb that one like a tree."

The siblings shared a soft laugh as they moved to join the small group of witches left in the room, their parents and grandmother included. No one in their family had taken part in the spell, all five of them wanting to be able to help those who would need to recover from the energy loss. The Calhoun line was known for being great healers, though some of them were much better than others. "How is everyone?" Nick questioned their father.

Gavin sighed, "They're all very weak. Emie, Ana, and Kye are the worst off. Those three being the youngest to participate, you know how hard it can be for them to regulate how much energy goes into such a thing. Ela, Damien, and Andrea were all able to get back to their rooms on their own and of course Marius refused any help, the lad has been idiotically stubborn since the day he was born and thirty-odd years has done nothing to aide that."

Iona scoffed at her father's comment, knowing very well just how stubborn the only Lillegard son could be. "What of Elliot? How is he holding up?"

"Tending to his baby brother as usual." Their mother's voice came from behind her, causing Iona to look over her shoulder to see her. "As your father said, Kye was very weak and no matter how long I fought with Elliot he wouldn't just worry about himself while his brother needed his support. Riley is with them so hopefully he convinced Elliot to sleep." Dallis wrapped a comforting arm around her daughter's shoulder, "There's only so much we can do when they won't cooperate."

Standing together it was clear that the Calhoun traits were the dominate genes in the family. Dallis had married into the family line and her lighter traits had not been carried on by her children, they looked so much like their father. "Looks like the elders are leaving. I assume that's our que to get some rest as well." Gavin gave each of his children a look before shooing them off to their rooms, taking his wife by the hand and following shortly behind the three.

It wasn't long before the meeting hall had cleared out and though it was early in the evening it seemed that everyone was content with getting their rest while they could. There was no telling when they would be ready to go up against the rogues or what would eventually happen with Gadreel and his followers. Even with God rooting for them there were things that had to happen, certain events that had to take place, people who had to make decisions and as Chuck thought about all of the obstacles that lay ahead for the Winchesters he knew that the betrayal that was taking place at that very moment would be one that would haunt the hunters and the witches for a very long time.

-A-

Deep in the forest not far from the castle that protected the hunters and the witches, Gadreel stood waiting for the one who had called him to make their appearance. The information that the witch held was priceless when it came to dealing with the Winchesters and would give him the upper hand he needed to be prepared for their next move. Gadreel felt the taint of magic on the night before the witch appeared in front of him, "You said this was important, why did you keep me waiting?"

"I had to wait for everyone to go to their rooms before I left. The magic that was worked tonight was powerful, the location of the rogues and their plan has been revealed." The witch spoke, they hadn't been prepared for this to happen so quickly. "Once those who did the spell are well enough they plan to attack. With the Mohr and Good witch fighting the rogues stand no chance."

Gadreel nodded, thinking about the next step in the elaborate plan he'd constructed. "Let them do what they will. The rogue witches mean little and are only a distraction tactic at this point. You will not do anything to stop or slow the Council's attack on them. Continue to study them, learn their weaknesses, be my eyes and ears. Your time will come." With that the angel disappeared, the forest quickly becoming empty of all supernatural beings as the witch teleported back to the castle, ready to follow the orders given.

A/N: So it's a lot shorter than my chapters normally are, but it's done and I'm happy with the ending so that's a plus. What's everyone think so far? New things are happening, lots of new characters as we're further introduced to the Council families. Total, including Ana and Connor, there are twenty-eight people in the active Council families. That's not including any rogue witches that belong to those lines, which there are a few of, so there are going to be a lot of names thrown around in coming chapters. It may get confusing, but please bare with me. If you have any questions, I will gladly answer them. I'm thinking about doing some sort of lineage tree so you can see who belongs to which family and all that stuff, if you're interested in that let me know! As always I hope you enjoyed this chapter. :)