Scared of the Dark- Arisa isn't scared of the dark. She's scared of what's in it. (Arisa is younger and Castiel is her guardian)
I stared at the closet door with my thin arms wrapped around my bony knees. Ellen assured me that once I hit puberty I would grow beautiful but I wanted that to happen soon. It's weird the thoughts that came to you when you were waiting for a monster to pop out of your closet. The room was dark but that wasn't what scared me. Darkness was comforting like a friend. I liked the dark and night and moonlit shadows. I didn't like what was in it. I was scared of the monsters and boogey men and demons. I was only eleven, what could I say? I wasn't a good hunter yet. A creak had me whimpering. I shrank against the wall as a figure appeared in the room. My breathing turned raspy and my heart galloped in my chest.
"Arisa?" a rough voice questioned. I sighed in relief when I heard Castiel, my guardian angel. I leaped up from the bed and lunged into his arms. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and buried my head in his chest. He held me tightly for a moment then pulled back and walked me over to my bed. He tucked me and lay down next to me.
"Go to sleep Arisa. I'll protect you from the monsters," he murmured.