A/N: Guys! The family is back together and let me tell you I am so glad, because keeping them apart was harder for me to write than I originally thought it would be. It had to happen though! Who's ready for some Winchester family drama? It's going to be good ;)

eldaearien: Yes, they're back together and I'm super thankful that they are! Surprisingly Logan wasn't supposed to play a big role in this, but the more I write him the more I see him sticking around. We'll see what happens ;) Thank you for the review!

JediCat1965: It would be a wise move on Ana's part, but when Dean's mad about something there's not much you can do to distract him. ;) Get ready for some failed distraction attempts.

Awerry: YAY! Indeed they are and it is so exciting!

Ana looked at the men who were standing all around the room. Logan was still behind the bar, the hand holding his pistol was twitching at his side as if he wasn't sure if he was going to use it or not. Connor's blue eyes were focused on Logan and if looks could kill the poor hunter would be dead before he even knew what was going on. Sam was probably the least hostile looking of the men and she was grateful for that, he seemed to be more contemplating the change of her appearance if the confused look in his eyes was anything to go by. As she turned to look at the last two men, she was filled with an emotion that she never thought either man would cause her to feel. There were many things in the world for Ana to fear in that moment, but the two things that she feared the most were the archangel and the hunter who were staring her down with set jaws and steel gazes. "I need a drink." She stated, her attention moving from everyone else to the array of liquor behind the bar as she made her way there. Logan stared at her the entire time, watching her carefully as she grabbed a bottle of whiskey and then turned to him. "Either move or grab me a glass, Logan."

The young hunter gave her a long look, still on edge about everything that had just happened. Thinking about the past few weeks that he had known Ana he came to the conclusion that if she was dangerous, that she would have done something to him by now. Slowly setting his pistol down on top of the bar, he grabbed a glass in each hand and set them down on the countertop, "Better pour me one too."

Dean stormed over to the bar, stopping when he was across from his daughter. "Start talking. Now." he demanded, grabbing both glasses between them and pushing them aside.

Raising an eyebrow at her father, Ana pulled the spout out of the bottle and took a long drag from it, the burn it caused down her throat reminded her of the last time she touched that specific type of alcohol. She held the bottle out for the hunter next to her, eyes still focused on her father as he took it. "Dad, this is Logan. Logan, meet Dean and Sam Winchester, the archangel Gabriel, and Connor Mohr."

Logan had just taken a drink from the bottle when she introduced Gabriel and he began to choke on the liquid, coughing it up as he turned to look at the two men across the room that were heading their way. "Archangel?" he questioned, eyes wide. Of course he had heard about the angels on earth, but he never thought he'd meet one.

"We will talk about him later." Dean pointed at Logan, giving the blonde hunter a hard look before focusing back on Ana. "What the hell did you do to your eyes?" he finally asked, not seeing his own color staring back at him was unnerving.

"And your hair?" Sam chimed in as he stood at his brother's side. It was so weird looking at her without the vibrant red hair and green eyes.

Connor hadn't moved from where he stood across the room, his eyes still focused on the hunter behind the bar. "It's a glamour. Which you can drop now since you're not trying to hide your identity." the words were snapped. Ana rolled her eyes and let the magic go, her coloring going back to what it naturally was which helped Connor to relax a little.

"What the hell are you?!" Logan jumped back, hand shooting out for his pistol but before he could grasp it the weapon was suddenly gone.

"If you even consider pointing a weapon in her direction you are going to have four very angry and deadly men on your ass." Connor snarled, holding the pistol up in his hand.

Ana sighed, this was all getting out of hand. With a wave of her hand the pistol was back on the bar where it had been moments before, "I'm a witch." she told Logan as she turned to face him, she wanted to be able to judge his reaction just in case he reached for his pistol again. "A good witch. No demon deal was made, I was born as one."

His eyes went wide, "A witch?" he looked back and forth between Ana and the Winchester men that were across the bar from them. "A good witch?" he aimed the question at the hunters. If she were evil they would have stopped her by now, right? The Winchesters were pretty notorious for kicking evil's ass, but what if it was one of their own? What if Ana was evil and they hadn't had the guts to put her down because she was family?

"Yes, she's a witch. No, she is not going to hurt you- well, not unless you decide to attack her, then she might. Now, let's get back to what the hell you were thinking Anastasia!" Dean slammed his fist down on the bartop.

"Can we not do this now?" Ana asked as she reached for the bottle of whiskey still in Logan's hand. She was exhausted, sore from an unexpected battle, and she really didn't want to have this conversation around Logan.

Dean raised an eyebrow at her, eyes full of hurt and anger, "It's been three months. THREE MONTHS! You left without saying a damn thing, completely blocked every form we had of tracking you, and it was all for what? To play freaking bar maid!"

An anger filled Ana, one that had been buried under grief, pain, and depression for so long that it had built up to a feeling she wasn't familiar with. "Is that what this looks like to you?" her voice was eerily calm, quiet even. Setting the bottle aside, she placed both hands on the bar and closed her eyes while taking a deep breath in. "I've saved at least one life since I've opened this place. I've helped hunters with cases that they didn't have the information on, helped keep them alive and the other possible victims of the monsters they were chasing. I've made this place a safe haven for any hunter in need and you think all I've been doing is serving drinks?" She slowly lifted her eyes to meet her father's, "I left to grieve, dad. To do what I needed to get over the loss of my daughter!" Her voice was slowly growing in volume as she touched on the painful subject that she tried to rarely think about. "The loss that I could have prevented! She was magically ripped from me and I couldn't do anything because I decided to go running into that fight alone! So, no, I haven't just been playing barmaid. I've been getting my shit together."

"Ana-" Connor began, all of her emotions were rushing through their bond toward him as if they were reaching for someone to find companionship in.

"Look, we can argue about how I was wrong to leave or whatever else later. Okay?" She met the eyes of each of the men across the bar from her, "We have bigger things to worry about right now. Like Michael and Lucifer being released from the cage. What information do you guys have?" Dropping her eyes down at the bar, she picked the bottle of whiskey back up and took another drink.

Sam glanced between his brother and his niece, waiting to see if Dean was going to continue yelling. When it seemed that the fight had been put on hold, he cleared his throat, "Basically, we have nothing. We don't know where they're planning on opening the cage or when or how. We've been researching for weeks and have come up with nothing."

Ana turned her eyes to Gabriel, "No news in Heaven about when this is all going down?"

"Cas and I have turned over every stone we could think of, questioned every angel. Whatever they have planned is being kept really quiet." Gabriel answered as he took a seat on one of the stools.

"What about demons?" Ana looked around at the bodies still littering the floor, "Could you do something about that?" She asked Gabe, thankful when the angel snapped his fingers and the bodies were all gone. "Obviously Jade isn't going to be any help, but these weren't all of her followers that are working with Gadreel."

Dean scoffed, "We can't summon a demon we know nothing about." he stated, wondering if her time away from them had made her rusty.

"No shit, Sherlock." She snapped, her father's attitude making hers worse. "Have you tried calling Crowley? He is the king of Hell and can pretty much do what he wants when it comes to demons." Dean and Sam glanced at each other, a clear message being sent between the two. "Give me a phone." She held out her hand, wishing in that moment that she still had her own to use.

"We are capable of making a phone call on our own." Dean told Ana as he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket.

Reaching across the bar, she snatched the phone out of his hand and grinned at him as she unlocked the screen, quickly finding the number before hitting send. "Sure you are dad, but he likes me better." she glared at him as he mocked her across the bar, part of her attention focused on the ringing on the other end of the line.

"Squirrel." The British voice floated over the line causing Ana to wince slightly. She didn't necessarily like working with the demon, but it was better than fumbling for answers.

Placing the phone on speaker, Ana set the device down on the bar before answering. "Wrong Winchester, Crowley."

There was a pause before the demon spoke again, "Ah, Little Red, I'm assuming this isn't a casual phone call."

Her eyes lifted again to glare at the men across the bar, "Seriously, is that nickname ever going to die?"

Gabriel scoffed, a lollipop appearing in his hand, "Never. Charlie is pretty stuck on it, so of course, she's got the rest of us doing it too."

"But, Crowley? Really?" She wondered when the demon would have even heard the name being used.

"Yes. Last I spoke with Charlie, it was all 'mission' this and 'Red missing' that. Neither of you other schmucks were smart enough to call me, but Charlie had me on the look for our missing witch as well." Crowley explained, "Seems that you found her location about the time I was made aware of it."

Sam and Dean shared another look, communicating that neither of them had known Charlie turned to the King of Hell to help with the search for Ana. "Yeah, we're reunited and it feels so good." Dean spoke, tone implying the exact opposite. "We're moving our focus to finding Gadreel."

"Of course. End of the world demonic omens start to pop up and you all are going to run straight into the thick of it. I'm assuming you were hoping that I have a location for you."

"Either that you have it or you can get it for us." Ana spoke up, "Jade and a large portion of the demons that were working for her are dead, I know that there are at least two that weren't here so they're still working with Gadreel. If you don't have a location I have a firm belief that you can get one for us from one of them."

Crowley scoffed, "You call and I'm just supposed to do as you ask? You do realize that you called the King of Hell, darling, not some whimpering, low level demon who runs at the mention of a Winchester?"

Ana rolled her eyes, "You obviously don't have any ego issues." she muttered. "Yeah, Crowley, I know who I'm talking to and I know that like almost every king in history the last thing you want is your throne taken from you. If you don't help us stop the rise of Michael and Lucifer that's exactly what's going to happen."

There was another pause, Ana looked up at her father, her point was solid and Crowley couldn't argue against it. "I'll get back to you before morning with an exact location." With that the call was disconnected from the other end.

"I'm sorry. Can we rewind this whole thing and someone explain to me how exactly you're on phone call terms with the King of Hell?" Logan's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head if he opened them any wider.

"Actually I think now is a good time for you to get going." Dean stood up, giving the young hunter a long look. "We've got this covered."

Ana chuckled, though it wasn't a happy sound, "First of all, I think the more hands we have on deck for this one the better. Secondly, this is my bar, dad, and I'm not kicking him out."

"Why does he even matter?" Dean questioned, his anger getting the best of him, "What'd you do? Leave us and start shaking up with the first hunter you came across?"

Silence filled the room once the words were out of his mouth and the look of rage that took over Ana's face was one that had never been aimed at her family. With a shove of her power, Dean was across the room and being held against the wall, much like a demon had done to her not an hour before. "How dare you." She snarled teleporting to the other side of the bar so she could walk toward him. "Just because I'm your daughter does not mean I hook up with the first attractive person I come across and to think that even looking at someone else like that when I have Connor is possible shows how little you know." She pushed Dean further up the wall, not noticing how red his face was becoming.

"Ana." Connor had moved to her side when she began to cut off Dean's oxygen. It had been so long since she had been in full control of her powers that her emotions were ruling what they did. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he waited until she looked at him before speaking again. "Ana, you're hurting him. Let him go. You don't want to hurt your dad."

Connor's calm words broke through her anger, forcing her to realize what exactly she was doing. Looking back to Dean, she sucked in a quick breath in shock, she hadn't meant for it to go that far. Lowering him to the floor, she pulled her power away as tears filled her eyes, "I'm sorry." The words were barely above a whisper and before anyone could respond she teleported out of the room.

Dean coughed a couple of times as he took in deep breaths. Sam got up from his seat at the bar and moved over to his brother, making sure he was okay before smacking the back of his head. "Really, Dean?"

"What?!" The eldest Winchester snapped, sitting down in the nearest chair.

"You had to accuse her of that? You know damn well that she wouldn't do anything like that to Connor, so why'd you say it?" Sam snapped, wondering when their family life had become a soap opera.

Dean sighed, "I don't know man." he lied. He'd said it because he was pissed that she'd left, that she seemed to have replaced them with this place and the kid still standing behind the bar.

"Whatever." Sam shook his head and moved back toward Gabriel. "Mind checking the warding around the place? We'll stay here until we get the call back from Crowley." Gabriel disappeared from in front of him and Sam turned his attention to the hunter behind the bar. "I'm not kicking you out, but it would probably be best if you let us deal with this alone for a while."

Logan nodded, looking between the three remaining people in the room. "Are any of you going to go check on her?"

The three men each glanced at one another before looking back to the stranger who still stood behind the bar. "How long have you known Ana?" Sam asked, knowing from the question that it couldn't have been long.

"A few weeks. What's that have to do with anything? She's upset, someone should go talk to her." Logan waited for one of them to move, to agree that someone should talk to her because though he hadn't known her long he knew well enough when something was wrong with her.

"You go right ahead and do that." Dean spoke, "And when she attacks you like she did me, don't come crying to us." he leaned back in his chair and placed a hand to his forehead, he could feel the beginnings of a raging headache coming on. He knew that Ana hadn't meant to hurt him, she just dealt with her emotions exactly like he did, which meant not dealing with them at all.

Logan shook his head, "Whatever." he muttered, moving toward the hallway. He couldn't believe that none of her family was willing to go and talk to her, she was obviously hurt and not even her own soulmate would step up to check on her. Reaching the stairs the young hunter paused a moment before taking them two at a time, he knocked lightly on the door at the top, knowing that it was a dumb decision to just barge in. "Ana?"

"Go away Logan." Her voice was muffled by the door.

"I'm not going away until you talk to me." He leaned against the door, waiting for her to come and open it for him or for her to tell him to go away again. "We could start with you lying to me for the past few weeks or just jump to the whole attacking your father thing. Somewhere along the lines I'd like to touch on the fact that you're a witch, since I'm not entirely sure if I'm supposed to want to kill you or not." Logan rambled and planned to continue to do so until she let him in.

Ana groaned as she opened the door, "You do realize that I could get rid of you, right? I'm a witch, I can move you halfway around the world if I wanted." she pointed out, wondering what kind of idiot, who knew she was a witch, would come and annoy her after what just happened downstairs.

"I know, but you won't." He gave her a half shrug,"The way I see it is I'm a neutral party. I don't know you're family, I obviously don't know you as well as I thought I did, so you can tell me what's going through that stubborn head of yours and I won't feel obligated to sugarcoat anything for you."

Ana moved out of the way to let him in, closing the door behind him and watching him sit down on her couch. "Way to make me feel like a bitch."

With a raised eyebrow, he pointed a finger at her, "Hey, I'm just telling the truth."

"You're never going to get past this lying thing, are you?" She moved over to sit on the couch with him. Placing her back against the armrest so that she was facing him, she pulled one knee up toward her chest and wrapped her arms around it. "You understand why I did it, though, right?"

He sighed, "Yeah, I get why you did it, but that doesn't mean I like it at all. I never lied to you about anything, even being a hunter, when I decide someone is my friend I don't lie to them." Studying her carefully he could tell that she didn't like what he was saying, but that she was also focused somewhere else. "Seems like everything is out on the table now though, so why don't we skip the small talk and go straight for the deep and emotional."

"Deep and emotional?" She questioned with a frown, "Did you seriously just say that?"

"Yes, I did. Now stop avoiding talking about it and tell me what's going on in your head." He paused, watching the look in her eyes become hard. "Now, now, don't you do that. You're only going to make yourself more upset and hurt someone else that you don't want to. Why don't we start with something easy, tell me about Connor."

Ana let out a long sigh, her eyes moving across the room as her thoughts wandered to her soulmate. "What's there to say? He's amazing, he always has been. We met when my family found out I was a witch and that I needed to be trained, there was always something there between us and we both knew it. We had already started dating before we found out we were soulmates, but even with that information nothing changed."

"So why'd you skip out on him?" Logan had never been the type to go about things in a smooth manner, he didn't want to hurt her intentionally, but he wouldn't cut corners to make her feel better.

"I was pregnant." She spoke the words as her eyes began to water, "We went into a fight with a group of rogue witches who were working with the angel Gadreel to raise Michael and Lucifer from the cage. There was a group of us and together we were strong. I was strong, but I wasn't watching my back while I was fighting off two witches and before I knew what was happening a third moved behind me. They held me down with their power while using a spell to… rip my daughter from my body." The tears began to slip down her face and she wiped at them with the back of her hand. "We lost good witches that day, I probably could have helped keep them alive if I hadn't decided to run into my own fight head on. I probably could have kept my daughter alive and then they wouldn't blame me for losing her."

Logan's eyes went wide as he listened to her talk. There was nothing he could say to make her feel better about something like that, nothing anyone could say. Reaching over, he wrapped his hand around hers and gave it a gentle squeeze, "I highly doubt that any of them blame you for what happened, Ana." his words were soft.

"Well they should, because I do. My stupid decision is what ended my daughter's life before it even started. That's why I left. Even if they don't blame me, I blame myself enough for all of them." She paused, looking back at him. "I couldn't be around any of them if I was going to find a way to get through my grief."

"Did you find your way through it?" He asked, genuinely curious to see if she was finally moving past the horrible incident or if she was just really good at hiding it.

Looking away from him again, she shook her head slightly, "I don't think I ever will."


They watched the hunter leave the room before turning to one another. Dean tipped his head back and closed his eyes, knowing that he was going to have to do something about his headache if he wanted to get any sleep before the sun came up. "Okay, so what the hell is up with those two? It's not just me, right?" he questioned, opening his eyes just enough to squint at Sam and Connor.

Sam crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at his brother, "I can't believe you said that to her. One, because you know as well as I do that she would never do anything like that to Connor and two, you're only doing it because you're angry at her for leaving."

"Also, I don't think either of you noticed, but I'm pretty sure he swings the opposite way." Connor offered, moving to sit down across the table from Dean. "He kept checking Sam out while you and Ana were yelling."

"What?!" Both brother's asked, Dean with a hint of laughter and Sam with a tone filled with shock.

Connor shook his head, "You know for hunters, you two can be totally oblivious sometimes." he commented before sinking down slightly in his chair.

Dean lifted his head fully so that he was looking at the witch across the table from him, "You've sure gotten sassy since we saw you last." he pointed out, part of him glad to see that the kid was still alive. He hadn't told anyone, but he'd almost been as worried about Connor once he left as he had been about Ana suddenly disappearing. It was true that the male witch was just as much a part of their family as any of the rest of them.

When Connor didn't respond, Sam spoke up deciding that they needed at least some semblance of a plan before morning came and Crowley came with a location for them. "So what's going to be our plan once we know where Gadreel plans on raising Lucifer and Michael?"

"I honestly don't know. This isn't our fight, not really at least." Dean answered, eyes studying Connor, wondering if he was going to be up for the upcoming battle. "Stop it if we can obviously, but if those winged douchebags get out of the cage, then it's up to Ana and Connor to stop them."

Slowly lifting an eyebrow, something sparked in Connor's eyes at Dean's words. He and Ana would have to battle the two strongest archangels if things came to the worst, which with it being them it most likely would. They would need a good plan, a good backup plan. There was no way they could allow either angel to roam free on the earth with the knowledge of what they would do. "We can't do it alone, you know that right? Sure Ana and I are supposed to take out the devil and the eldest archangel, but there are going to be angels and demons there working with them. We can't handle that all on our own."

"Ana said we would need all hands on deck." Sam said in agreement, looking to his older brother as he spoke. "Obviously we'll all be there, but we may need to get a little more help."

"What about the Council?" Dean asked, aiming the question at Connor. They had helped as best they could with the rogue witch problem, it would make sense that they would be willing to help them with this.

Connor sighed and shook his head, "There's been a lot going on, more so since I went back after Ana left." he paused, glancing back and forth between the Winchester men before deciding that he could tell them exactly what they had been dealing with. "Caoimhe, Niall, and I have been talking… We're almost one hundred percent certain that there's someone in the Council that has turned against us."

Sam's eyes went wide as he slowly sat down onto one of the chairs between the men already at the table, "You think you guys have a mole?" He was honestly shocked to hear that, the witches of the High Council had seemed so in sync when they had been planning their battle with the rogues, he couldn't imagine that one of them had turned against the rest.

"We have no idea who it is, but thinking back to everything that has happened it's pretty clear that someone has been telling someone working with the rogues what's been going on, what our plans are." He rubbed a hand over his face, he hated thinking about one of their own turning against them, but as they talked more about what had happened during the battle with the rogue witches the more it seemed that something was wrong. "Also that day when Ana had almost been drained of her power… It was the type of spell where there had to be some sort of physical contact. They'd need something of her's or be able to place something on her for it to work, the only people that had been around her prior to that were Council witches and us."

Dean's jaw tightened as he thought about what Connor was saying. "We figure out this Michael and Lucifer thing then we figure out which of your witches is working against you." The thought that the had trusted those people and now they were dealing with a possible treachery pissed him off. A witch that was supposed to be working for the good of the world had helped to put a spell on his daughter that could have killed her and that did not sit well with him. Though he was incredibly mad at her at that moment, he wouldn't stop until the witch that had hurt her was stripped of its powers.