Dear Castiel,

I know you don't like to hear from me, but this is an emergency. It's about Caity. She's anorexic. She can't stay here any longer, it's getting worse and worse. I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't have any other options. So, can Caity go stay with you? I'm sorry, I know you like your own space, but I need to something about Caity before she starves herself to death. Her father isn't making this any easier either. Please consider this.

Love,

Mom

Castiel stared at the letter. Caity was anorexic now? That was not good. And it was all because of their good for nothing father. He couldn't subject her to anymore of that sort of treatment. So he grabbed a pen, a stamp, and an envelope, then sat down at his desk.

Dear Mom,

Send Caity here. She can come this Saturday. I'll see her then.

Castiel

The sun was setting as the plane touched the ground. A 16 year old girl stepped out, though she looked like she couldn't be more than 12. Her hair was white blonde and reached her waist. Her eyes were grey changed shades depending on her now, her eyes were a sparkling grey, matching her nervous and excited teen was ready for a new beginning, a new start. One away from her verbally and every once in awhile, physically abusive father. One where she could hopefully overcome her eating disorder and learn to love herself again. One that came with a twin brother that she hadn't seen in six years.

Caity grabbed her suitcase, struggling as she hauled it onto the ground. Thank goodness that it was a rolling suitcase. She started looking for her brother. She hadn't seen him in 6 years, so she didn't know what to expect. Finally, her eyes landed on an obviously fake red haired boy that resembled what she remembered her brother looking like. He looked at her and his face blanched when he saw her. "Caity?"

Caity nodded, "Castiel?"

He nodded, "Mom told me that you were having… um… issues, but I didn't know that it had gotten this bad." He tried to stop gaping at her really small and frail frame. She had always been small for her age, but she was 16 now, and couldn't have been taller than 5'. Her face was really pale and he could probably span her waist with his hands.

"Yeah… um… well… I am getting slightly better. Anyways, that's why I'm here, right?"

"Yup, so let's get you home. The town's about a two hour drive from the airport so maybe you could take a nap?... Or not," he added after he saw my expression. "I really don't care what you do as long as you don't start bitching about something." Castiel threw her suitcase in back of his truck and gave her a hand up. Her hand was so small compared to his.

"Bitching? Where exactly do you think I grew up? The last time I bitched about anything resulted in one of the only beatings I've ever gotten." And when the anorexia started.

"Right. I guess I haven't been around enough normal girls lately. The ones at school are almost always bitching about anything that they can thing to bitch about. It's annoying."

"Are they all like that?" Caity's worried tone caused Castiel to realize what he implied.

"No, there's one girl that I can sort of stand. Her name's Rosalya. She's Lysander's older brother's girlfriend, so I kind of have to hang out with her sometimes."

"Oh." Caity fell silent, lost in thought. Apparently, Castiel doesn't have a girlfriend then. Or many friends. I wonder if he still plays basketball? She decided that maybe asking him wouldn't be terrible. "Hey, um, Castiel?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you still play basketball?"

"Well, I'm a part of the basketball club, but i can't play in any games because of the stupid school's rules on grades."

"Oh. That sucks."

"Yeah."

"What about you, do you still do any sports or anything like that?"

"No."

"Oh."

They finally pulled up to his apartment building. "This is it," He jumped out of the truck, helped Caity down, and then grabbed her suitcase. They walked into the apartment building and stepped into the elevator. "We're on the third floor," He told her.

Caity nodded, still trying to get over the shock of her brother's hair. It used to be black, but now it was really red, almost blood red. She wondered what had prompted the change, but knew that she couldn't ask. It wasn't her business, really, just like it wasn't his business why she stopped eating and doing everything. She supposed that they'd open up to each other again eventually. They had been close once. Six years is a long time, though. Way too long for twins to be apart. Now it was like meeting a stranger. The elevator finally came to a stop and they stepped off, walking to apartment number 303. Castiel pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the apartment door. "Well, here we are. Your new home." He showed her where her room was and helped her unpack a little. "Dinner's in a half an hour."

"Ok," Caity looked around her new room. It wasn't bad and the view out of her window was pretty good. Anyways, it sure beat her old room. Mostly because her old room was too much of a reminder. This new start would be good for her. Well, at the very least, it would be better than before. It couldn't be any worse, that's for sure.

While Caity was unpacking, Castiel was trying to solve the problem of dinner. He knew that he had to get Caity to eat something, but he wasn't sure what she would willingly eat. He grumbled to himself. He would probably have to always be around her while she ate. That meant sitting with her at lunch at school and having "family" dinners. He opened the door to his fridge. There was nothing even remotely healthy in there, which sucked because he was pretty positive that the only way for Caity to eat something would be if it were healthy. Then he remembered something. There was a tuna casserole in the freezer that he threw in there a couple of weeks ago from when he ate supper at Lysander's and he made him take some home. He popped it into the oven for a little while and when it was done, called Caity for dinner.

Caity came walking in. She looked at what they were eating and wondered where in the world Castiel had gotten that.

Castiel noticed her look and explained, "My friend Lysander insisted on me taking it home one day after I had supper at his house when I had forgotten to go shopping and had run out of food."

"That explains it," Caity replied as she sat down and served herself and Castiel. "I probably have to go shopping, don't I?"

"Yeah," Castiel dug in.

It seemed like he wasn't going to initiate any conversation. I guess I'll just have to reach out first, then. "So, is Lysander the one in the band with you?"

Castiel looked up, "Yeah, you into musical guys now?"

"Shut up! I was just trying to make conversation!" Caity blushed. "Besides, I have no interest in guys right now."

"Oh, so you swing the other way?" Castiel smirked, he'd forgotten how fun it was to tease his sister.

"No! I'm straight! I just feel like I should deal with my own issues first." She stared at her half eaten piece of casserole.

Castiel immediately sobered up. "Do you want to talk?" He didn't really know how to deal with this sort of thing, but he figured that maybe talking about it would help her. So long as the kids at school never found out about this.

Caity shrugged. "Not really. But, it would probably be best if I went grocery shopping as soon as possible. There are certain things that I will eat."

Castiel nodded. "You have your driver's license, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then you can take the truck. Here's the keys. Do you have a credit card?"

"Yes, Mom gave me one. She'll take care of the bills and everything, same as she does for you."

"Good, I'll see you later. I'm just going to watch some TV."

"Ok, bye!" Caity left. She plugged in the address to the nearest grocery store and headed there. At the store, she started looking around for stuff that she could eat. Vegetables were always good. Fruit was also always acceptable. She grabbed a head of lettuce, some tomatoes, a couple of cucumbers, and a package of carrots. She then went for fruit, grabbing bananas, oranges, plums, and peaches. None of it was canned. Canned stuff was filled with preservatives that were terrible for you.

At the deli, she got some sliced lunch meat and cheese. She'd been okay so far, but then she hit the bread aisle. The internal battle immediately started. You have to eat bread. But it makes you fat. Do you want to die? I can't gain any more weight. A slice or two a day isn't going to magically make you gain five pounds. I'm trying to lose five pounds! You're already at an unhealthy weight! You're practically committing suicide! But I'm still not thin enough! Yes, you are! There's fat everywhere! I'm ugly! No one's ugly! Everyone's pretty in there own way. That's just a lie people tell you. Only thin girls are pretty. Weight doesn't define beauty. Yes, it does! No, it doesn't! Yes, it does! No! Yes! No! Yes!

A teenage boy, probably about Caity's age watched this struggle, sensing that something was seriously wrong. He walked over to her, puzzled. Something about her seemed familiar, but he couldn't place it. "Um, excuse me ma'am, but are you okay?" The teen looked more closely at her and was shocked to find tears running down her face.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Caity's voice wobbled a little as she bit her lip and turned away, mentally berating herself even more for crying.

"Pardon me if I'm prying, but are you sure that you are fine?"

Caity turned back to him and nodded, surprised to find him dressed like he walked right out of the Victorian era. She supposed it made sense though, his manner of speech matched his clothing style. "You're not prying. And yes, I'm sure that I'm fine," she whispered, trying to discreetly wipe her eyes. Then, something hit her. Castiel's friend Lysander wore Victorian clothes and from what she could remember about the very few pictures that Castiel sent of him, looked vaguely like the boy standing in front of her. "Um," she hesitated.

"Yes?"

"Are-Are you by any chance Lysander?" She stuttered out.

"Yes, I am. Who then are you? You seem familiar to me, yet I cannot recall exactly where I've seen you before."

"Actually, we've probably never met before. My older brother is your best friend. I'm Caity Stewart." Caity gained a little bit of confidence after she realized who he was and held her hand out for him to shake.

Lysander's eyebrows shot up. Castiel had told him about his sister coming, but he had failed to mention that his sister had an eating disorder. At least, he assumed that that was what she had because of her thinness, the healthy stuff in the cart, and the obvious struggle about buying bread. Lysander shook her hand, "Castiel told me that his sister was coming. It is nice to meet you. As you already know, I am Lysander Lawson."

Caity smiled awkwardly. She had no idea that Lysander was so hot! Even in all of his Victorian clothing, he still managed to look modern somehow. He had dyed white hair with the tips dyed black. His eyes were beautiful! One was gold and the other was green. Then, she realized that she had been staring. "Sorry," she blushed. "I didn't mean to stare, it's just, your eyes, they're so…"

"Weird, strange? Take your pick. I've heard them all," Lysander's voice turned slightly bitter.

"No, I was going to say something more along the lines of beautiful or stunning. I guess some people just don't recognize beauty when they see it," Caity blushed an even brighter red when she realized what she said. He must think I'm so weird!

"Thank you. This is one of the first times that someone has said that about my eyes."

"You're welcome," Caity looked down at the floor.

Lysander tried to think of a way to get her to buy bread. Maybe if I make it seem like it's for Castiel? "I couldn't help but notice that you seemed to have trouble picking out a loaf of bread. I think that Castiel would like this kind best," He said, as he pulled a low calorie, low fat loaf down from the shelf and placed into her cart.

Caity looked up in surprise, "Uh, yeah, probably," she stumbled over her words. She couldn't believe that he had picked up on her internal battle and tried to help. But what Lysander didn't know is that he only solved the first of many problems. Now that she was buying the bread, the next struggle would be over eating it. She shook her head to bring herself out of reality. That could be dealt with later. "Thank you."

"No problem," Lysander replied. "I guess I'll see you in school tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you then!"

"See you!" Lysander checked out and left the store, having totally forgotten half the things on his list as a result of meeting Caity.

Caity watched him leave before grabbing the last few things she needed and checking out herself. After she had gotten home and put her groceries away, she decided that it was time for her to get ready for bed. When she was all ready for bed, she did the last thing that was apart of her nighttime ritual, she stepped onto the scale and read it. 85 pounds. Not bad. But still not good enough. She then crawled into bed, immediately falling asleep. But unbeknownst to her, she had accidentally said her weight out loud.

Castiel heard it as he was walking past her door on the way to his room. 85 pounds? This is much worse than I originally thought for. I am DEFINITELY going to need to monitor her food intake. I'll start in the morning.