A/N: GUYS! There are so many things that are going to be happening in the next few chapters and it's just- it's a lot, so be prepared for some feels. Also, new favorites and follows, I LOVE it and I love each and every one of you sticking with this story. Special shout outs to those who responded to my questions from the last chapter.

Awerry: Thank you so much! I'm super happy that you're enjoying my spin on things, thank you so much for the lovely review!

JediCat1965: Thank you! After I went back through and re-read that last chapter, I agree with you, that formality made that ending I think ;) I'm SO glad you're liking my story, thank you for seeing the Supernatural still in it :)

Happygoddess2003: This comment made my heart so happy! I miss Sam and Dean when they get kind of pushed aside too, but I promise things are turning around. There will be more of the Winchester brothers as a main focus soon, there's just a little bit of sad stuff before hand. (Fair warning)

Love love love love love you all! Seriously, all of my love. You have it!

Please keep in mind while you're reading this that the focus is going to jump from person to person because I want to make sure we catch everyone's view of the fight as their experiencing it. Which also means that a lot of this is all happening at the same time and it's all going to happen pretty fast. Hopefully it's not hard to keep up with. I hope you enjoy it :)

It took an hour to gather everyone, give them their orders, and prepare those leaving. The witches carried little in the form of weaponry, each knowing that their magic would work better than anything else they could bring. The hunters carried knives made of iron and pistol filled with ammunition made of the same material, though they were instructed to only kill if there was no other option. The goal was to capture as many rogues as they could with iron chains and cuffs so that they could no longer fight. They would be left to be stripped of their powers once the battle itself was over. Ana was the only witch that carried a weapon, her gun skills as useful as her powers and her father refused to let her leave without the weapon, wanting to make sure that she had every form of protection she could.

Valera moved around, making sure each person under her command was ready before turning to look at the rest of the Council. "We will see you on the other side."

"Be swift, use your magic wisely." Caoimhe spoke to the group, "Watch out for each other." she added, giving Ana a long look before turning to those who would be staying. "We will be prepared for however our loved ones return." she instructed them softly, knowing that it was mere moments before the group behind her left.

Valera turned to look at those who would stand with her in battle, "We move as one." she repeated the words she'd spoken already twice before, moving to Sam's side since it was her task to teleport him along with her. Ana would take Dean and Connor would take Charlie, the rest were in charge of themselves. With one quick nod the group vanished from the room, appearing in a large field yards in front of the long cabin they had seen in their search for the rogues.

Once the group had adjusted to their surroundings they quickly began to study the land, taking in all that they could so they would be prepared in case they were driven from the more flat land they were gathered on now. Moments passed slowly before Gabriel appeared in front of the group, his face grim, "I'd really love to stay and help you guys tear these witches a new one, but Cas found an angel in Heaven that's working with Gadreel. I need to go."

"Go. Thanks for the help." Ana told him with a small smile, "You and Cas be careful, alright? We'll see you when this is all over." Gabriel gave the witch a wink before disappearing again, leaving the group to deal with the rogue witches he had sufficiently pissed off.

"Think they've figured out that we're here yet?" Riley spoke up, not moving his eyes away from the building down the field from them.

Ana watched the cabin for movement, waiting for a sign that the witches inside were doing something to prepare themselves for an enemy attack, but nothing was giving away the bodies inside. "If they haven't, they're about to." she assured the man, reaching both hands out in front of her. Pausing for a moment she waited to see if Valera would stop her, the elder witch was in charge of what was going on, but when no one tried to stop her the young witch flicked her wrist, fingers curling into her palms as she released her power. At first what spell she had cast didn't seem to do anything, then suddenly the wood near the bottom of structure was taken over by bright orange flames. A sinister smile spread across the witch's face as she watched the flames climb, "They'll figure it out soon enough."

"I like your style, Winchester." Elliot spoke up, his eyes just as focused on the flames as those standing around them. The group was waiting in anticipation for the rogue witches inside to realize the danger and evacuate, that would be their time to move.

The door to the cabin had been thrown open, but when the person on the other side came face to face with the flames the door was immediately shut again. "Remember, take as few lives as possible. We are not murders, we are keepers of the peace." Valera spoke with command, she wouldn't risk the chance of any witch there using black magic to fight against their foes.

Dean scoffed, "Speak for yourself, sister." He muttered, his hand tensing around the grip of his pistol. This was a fight that he had never thought to be prepared for and now that it was ahead of him, he knew that there was no other choice than to make it out of this all alive.

Witches began to appear outside of the cabin in flashes, each one standing to watch the flames climb the walls, reaching for the roof, each set seeming to fight for control to reach the top first. Suddenly the rogues turned around, as if they had sensed the enemy at their backs and were readying themselves to attack. There was a general sound of disgust and hatred released from each rogue as they glared at the Council witches and hunters across from them. The man with silver hair that Ana had seen in her vision stepped forward, taking his position as the leader of the makeshift coven. "Seems our plans have just been moved up in the time frame."

"Oh, good. You've been waiting to have your magic stripped. That makes things so much easier for us." Ana responded, each witch projecting their voice across the field without having to actually raise them. Magic was a great thing.

"You smart mouthed little-"

"Witch?" Ana interrupted, with a smirk. "Well, yes I am. So glad you noticed." With those words she sent a wave of magic at the rogues, just enough to unbalance them. Taking a step forward, she threw another burst of energy at them, "At least one of the two of us can be called that. What's a word for a witch that turns his back on his own kind and bends to the will of an angel?"

Dean watched his daughter, wondering if this was what it was like for Sam to stand by all of those years while he ran his mouth just as Ana was doing now. "I'd go with spineless coward, but that may be letting him off a little easy."

The group of Council witches and hunters had been the only ones to hear Dean, causing a small snicker to run through the group which seemed to irritate the rogue witch further. "Enough talking, girl, let's see which of us is the witch here."

With those words everyone began to move at once. Witches teleported around the field, attacking anyone who wasn't their own. Dean, Sam, and Charlie stayed close together; the disadvantage of being the only humans in the battle meant little to the hunters as long as they had each other in view. None of them would get outnumbered and they could aide each other if the need arose. Dean caught sight of Ana engaging the man that she had been speaking to moments before, each witch attacking the other with magic, but Ana was also using the physical aspect of her hunters training. Just before Dean had to look away to focus on the male witch that appeared in front of him he had seen his daughter land a solid right hook to the man's cheekbone.


Thankfully the witches and hunters were only outnumbered by two, making the fight nearly even. Elliot and Riley moved as a pair, the brothers knowing that they were more powerful in the other's presence and that together they could take on a rogue that they would otherwise not be able to take on alone. It was an easy thing for witches to be able to sense the amount of power another witch held, making situations like this easier for both sides. The female rogue that appeared in front of the brothers must have decided that they were weak enough for her to take on alone, but the brothers both knew that together the witch stood no chance.

Elliot acted first, wrapping a wave of magic around the rogue that could easily be broken. This was the distraction for Riley, as the younger brother would work up a more powerful spell to drop the witch to her knees. Just like the few times before that they'd used that plan, it worked beautifully. Before the rogue really knew what was going on, she was slammed to the ground as Riley forced her muscles to comply to his command. Elliot moved quickly to apply iron cuffs to the witch, there was no time to gloat as they needed to keep their eyes open for a possible attack or to notice if a fellow witch needed aide.


Charlie had been attacked first, the short female witch in front of her throwing a spell toward her that the hunter almost hadn't been able to dodge. Sam had quickly moved to help, an iron blade in his hand that he was prepared to do whatever he had to with to protect Charlie. The witch must have sensed him moving up behind her because in the next second she was spun around and holding the youngest Winchester brother in the air with a motion of her hand, forcing a pressure around his throat to cut off his oxygen supply. Charlie gripped tightly onto the iron chain in her hands and made her move once she felt the witch was more focused on Sam. Running toward the rogue, Charlie let go of one end of the chain, swinging it around once to test the weight. When she was finally close enough she whipped it out toward the witch, grinning as the chain met its mark. The thick line of chain made a thudding sound as it made contact with the witch's neck, wrapping around the other side so that Charlie was able to grab it and pull the witch to the ground.

Sam dropped to the ground painfully now that the witch no longer had control over her magic and he gasped for air before giving Charlie a thankful look. His eyes moved quickly behind Charlie and focused on a familiar blond haired woman and the three other witches she was surrounded by. Valera was a strong witch, of that Sam was positive, but taking on three other rogues who seemed to be able to keep up with her had him back up on his feet and running to help. It didn't take him long to reach the group and once he was there by her side the odds turned, the hunter and witch gaining the higher ground.


Across the field, on the complete other side of the large fight Connor was caught off guard by the rogue witch that stood in front of him. "Victoria?" the name that came out of his mouth was traced with disbelief, this couldn't be who he thought it was.

"Hey there little brother. Miss me?" The woman sneered, not pausing as she attacked the enemy in front of her. There was no mistaking the close blood relation between the pair of witches; they shared the same black hair and blue eyes. There was a clear difference between the two though as they fought with their magic, each one trying to overpower the other's attack, and as their fight continued that difference became clearer as her attacks grew more and more murderous.

His sister had always been a sloppy fighter, Connor figured that out through experience as a child, and it seemed that in the years they had been apart that fact hadn't changed a bit. Victoria was now a little stronger, but no where near as strong as he was and though it seemed she was aiming for his death she was getting no where near her goal. "I should have known you would be caught up in something like this." Connor taunted, knowing that the more mad she got the easier it would be to take her down. "You never could cope with the fact that I got all of the power in the family and none of the darkness that the rest of you had."

"I can still best you." Victoria spat, throwing another spell at him, but she hadn't aimed her hands correctly as it flew past her brother and hit the back of the rogue witch that was fighting against Kari Lillegard.

"We'll see about that." Connor responded with a smug smile, she was still so predictable that it was almost too easy for him to knock her to the ground and hold her there with his magic. Quickly conjuring iron chains around Victoria's body, he relaxed a little, taking the moment to turn around and see how everyone else was handling their own fights.


Nicholas had stood still when the fight first broke out, watching to see where the rogues would go and which of the people on his side of the fight would fight against an opposing rogue. As the rhythm of battle began to take on a steady beat his eyes landed on his parents, the couple paired off against two rogues and holding their own. He noticed that their odds were about to change as another rogue turned her sights on the group, which caused Nick to make his first move.

Teleporting right into the woman's path he instantly attacked, pushing her back until they were further away from his parents so that he could handle the witch on his own. He figured out soon after engaging that he was evenly matched with the witch in front of him and that made pleased that he had stepped in, his parents couldn't handle three witches of this power and survive it in tact.


Jacey and Philomena Stavros had given each other a quick glance, communicating love and wishes of good luck before they separated to intercept a rogue of their own. Each sister had teleported toward the outside of the gathering of people, ready to take on any one that had thought to sit on the sidelines and wait out the worst of it. Mena was the eldest of all of her siblings and new that since it was just herself and Jacey in the midsts of battle that it would be her job to make sure that they made it home. Damien and Andrea wouldn't handle it well if either sister were not to return. That was why she worked as quickly as she could to take out her opponent, she wanted to be able to help Jacey should she need it.

Her worries were brought to life shortly after she had finally wrestled the rogue to the ground. The fight had cost her control of her left arm, her shoulder knocked out of place by a blast of energy that she hadn't been able to deflect fast enough. Releasing a long breath, she turned to look for her sister just in time to see Jacey make the mistake of throwing a spell at the short man she was facing off against just as he threw a dark spell himself. The shock of the evil hit her sister square in the chest, her body becoming rigid before losing all control and falling to the ground with a thud that Mena swore she heard from all the way across the field.


Kari was closest to Ana as the fight broke out, having inserted herself near the younger witch once she had taken on the most powerful witch that was on the rogue's side of the battle. Putting herself between Ana and another rogue that was heading to assist in the fight, she hadn't been paying attention to the amount of power the rogue held and once she was locked in battle it was too late to turn back. Kari Lillegard wasn't the strongest of witches, though what she lacked in power she made up for in brains and that was the only thing that she knew would get her out of the grim situation she had put herself in.

The rogue wasted no time in casting his energy toward her body, taking control of it long enough to merely stop the woman's heart. He was part of a larger plan and none of his time needed to be wasted on the weaker witch who had just fallen at his feet.


Elania had kept herself toward the outside of the worst of the fight, she needed to keep herself alive and well enough to do the spell that would strip the rogues of their magic once the battle was over. It was for that reason that she had made sure to intercept one of the weakest rogues that was on the field. Valera had been clear in giving her orders, she was the only one left to carry on her line and that meant more than Ela being a hero. Her fight with the rogue witch was so unbalanced power wise that it took the Isauricus witch mere minutes to knock the rogue witch out, conjure iron cuffs around the other woman's wrists, and turn her attention to the fight around her. So much was happening, Ana was now taking on two rogue witches with a third headed her way, but since the young witch seemed to be handling the situation fine Ela turned her attention further to the other side. As she caught sight of Gavin and Dallis, her heart sunk into her stomach at the sight of what was going on.


Gavin and Dallis Calhoun had been holding their own against the two rogue witches they were faced off against, the couple having the upper hand of years together, fighting side by side, and it was clear that the two they were up against did not have that experience. Gavin had caught sight of their eldest son taking on a third rogue that had been headed their way and was filled with a moment of pride before his focus was pulled back to the witch in front of him.

Their fight was going rather smoothly, both pairs of witches being able to dodge and attack, neither being able to get the advantage on the other. Until the male rogue that Gavin was facing off against conjured a long blade out of the air and sent it flying into his abdomen. Letting out a grunt in surprise, the elder man fell to his knees, barely hearing the sound of his son calling out to him.


Dean had been trying to get the damn iron cuffs he held in one hand hooked onto the witch, make that bitch, that just wouldn't stop with the damn spells. She was having enough trouble trying to hold her own as the hunter physically attacked her, the witch had no idea how to fend of violence that wasn't created by magic, but she was giving it a good attempt. Quickly moving around the witch's back, he knocked her legs out from under her and used the spare moment to check on Ana, who was now surrounded by three witches. Flicking his eyes over to Connor, he hoped that the other witch would be able to help Ana soon because though it looked like she was holding her own, there was no telling how long that was going to last. His thoughts were forced to refocus on the witch in front of him, he needed to get the damn cuffs on her so he could go help Ana.


Fighting against the older, silver haired witch, Ana had little trouble. He was strong, but she was stronger by far and it was easy to parry his attack with defensive magic and then return his attack with one of her own. That was until the second rogue had joined their fight, things became a little harder; she was actually having to work to keep herself on the top end of the fight. Still though, she had no doubt that she would be the one to come out on top. She was so focused on the two in front of her that she didn't even sense the third coming up behind her and before she could even get a grasp of what was going on she was being thrown to the ground while simultaneously being silenced. The three witches were working as one and Ana could only stare in horror, listening to the spell that they chanted together. Whatever the spell was it was nothing she had heard before, leaving her curious to what they were trying to do to her, but that curiosity was soon squashed as a sharp pain ripped through her stomach and quickly spread through her body. The magic that was being used to keep her still and silent was strong, no matter how much she needed to scream or how she wished she could fight back, her body wasn't given the chance to respond.

Connor had finally fought his sister to the ground, iron chains wrapped around her body, making her unable to move. He was about to gloat when a strong pain ripped it's way through his body and he screamed out in pain, falling to his knees just as another scream was released across the field. Part of him was certain that it was Nick calling out for his father, but there was little focus being spared elsewhere as he turned his attention toward Ana, seeing that the pain he was feeling was coming from their bond. "Ana!" He screamed out, turning to run across the field.

At his initial scream almost all attention had turned to Connor before quickly being averted to where Nicholas was violently attacking the witch that had just killed his father while his mother sobbed over her husband's body. When Connor cried out for Ana, four sets of eyes were quickly turned toward where they had last seen the young witch, the three hunters and one witch realized what was happening and began to sprint in the same direction.

Valera noticed as she ran that the third rogue that was attacking had been the one she had seen Kari fighting with not long before and with a glance to the left she spotted the limp body of the woman lying on the hard ground. That made for two of her coven she had seen dead and she wasn't going to let Ana be the third. Teleporting so that she was beside Connor the two witches attacked at the same time, throwing their magic at the rogues and forcing two of them to turn their attention away from Ana to defend themselves.

Dean watched as Connor and Val began their own fights with two of the three that had been attacking his daughter, but his eyes moved to stare at the man left that was still attacking Ana, her screams now filling the field since they were no longer being silenced by one of the other witches. Picking up his pace, Dean pulled the iron blade he had hidden on the inside of his jacket free and advanced toward the rogue, hoping to catch him off guard so that he could finish the other man. The rogue must have sensed him because just as Dean was about to strike, the witch turned around, a spell on the tip of his tongue being cut short by the blade that the hunter had just buried into his chest. With the man bleeding to death on the ground in front of him, Dean heard Ana's screams fade to whimpers of pain and he dropped to her side just as Sam and Charlie did the same across from him. "Ana?" he questioned, hoping that she was alright, but instead of being met with an answer he watched as her body began to shake violently.

"She's going into shock." Sam spoke in fear, knowing that none of this could be good for the baby. Looking around for someone to help, he first saw Kari's body across the field and then the two mourning witches bowed over the body of their loved one. Val and Connor were both still locked in a fight with one of the rogues that had hurt Ana, it looked like they had already taken care of the other. They needed to get Ana back to the castle so that one of the witches there could check on her though and with his two 'go to' witches too busy to do so, Sam continued to look around for someone who was done fighting that could do so. "Riley!" He called, eyes finally landing on a witch that he recognized. The younger man turned to look at Sam, taking in Ana on the ground and the status of Connor before turning to talk to the man beside him that the hunter thought was Riley's brother.

Suddenly Riley was crouched beside Dean, looking down at Ana. "I'll take her to Iona. Are you three coming with?" He looked up at the hunters around him.

"Take Dean." Sam instructed, knowing his brother would be no use to them there. "Charlie and I will stay to help everyone else." he explained, not giving Dean a chance to speak against him before he stood and pulled Charlie to her feet. "Go."

Riley didn't waste any more time, grabbing onto Dean's shoulder and Ana's wrist he teleported the Winchesters away and back to the castle. The moment they appeared Iona was moving toward them, pushing him out of the way so that she could get to Ana.

"What happened?" She aimed the question at Dean, kneeling at the man's side as she checked the unconscious witch on the ground. Ana's heart was still beating, there was no bleeding, she didn't seem to be in any duress, she needed to know what happened before she could move any further. Certain spells could be transferable if another's magic came in contact with it and she knew that putting herself in danger would weaken their chances of healing the others that came back. Iona was basically leading the team of witches that had been left behind.

"We're not sure." Riley began to speak when it was clear that Dean was too focused on Ana to open his mouth, "She was surrounded by three of them, whatever they did must have hurt really bad because once she had her voice back all she did was scream."

Iona swore under her breath, throwing caution to the wind as she reached her powers out to check on Ana. Her body was fine, nothing was broken or damaged, the only thing wrong with the young witch was the shock that the pain had caused to her body. It had been so extreme that her body had basically shut itself down. Moving her focus toward Ana's womb, Iona hoped that the baby that was nestled within was as physically healthy as her mother. "Oh, Goddess." the words unwillingly slipped out of her mouth as she was hit with the realization of what the spell had done.

"What?" Dean questioned, Iona's words pulling him back to what was going on around him, "What's wrong?"

Tears filled Iona's eyes as she lifted them to meet Dean's. "It's the baby. She's gone."


Connor had stayed long enough to take care of the last rogue that had hurt his soulmate. With both him and Valera working to finish the man off it didn't take long, but every second that passed that he wasn't next to Ana felt like torture. He watched as Valera wrapped the rogue in a spell, forcing him to the ground and knocking him unconscious. The two shared a look before Connor teleported, knowing that everyone would understand that he needed to find out what had happened to Ana. Appearing in the meeting hall in the castle that had been transformed into a large infirmary, he was met with Iona's words.

"It's the baby. She's gone."

The words seemed to echo in his head. The baby. She's gone. Gone. Gone. The daughter that they hadn't planned for at all, the tiny baby that they had been growing more and more excited about by the day, the child that he and his soulmate had created was gone. Connor fell to his knees, tunnel vision focused only on Ana's face. This would tear her apart.

A/N(2): And the heartbreak has occurred. For me at least, don't know about you guys. Also, random tidbit, I finally figured out the line separator thing and am extremely thankful I did. Only took me fifty-seven chapters.

Anyway, let me know what you think!