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Sorry it's been awhile! School has been keeping me pretty busy! Anyway, here's the second chapter. I apologize for the many errors, but I hope you enjoy reading!

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Chapter Two:

Haunted

When they returned to the bunker Sam, Dean, and Castiel waited with worried expressions. As soon as they saw Ashton they smiled and rushed over to her. Annabel watched with a blank look as she wandered further into the bunker, towards the library. She could hear some murmured comments as she walked away from them.

"Annabel," she heard Castiel say from behind her, "I'm sorry about Evan."

"I-" she took a shaky breath, "I don't know what hurts worse."

Cas stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

"The betrayal," she squeezed her eyes shut, "Or that he's gone-"

She opened her eyes and stared at her shaky hands, "Because I-"

"Listen to me Annabel," Castiel placed a hand on her shoulder, "There was nothing else you could do."

She shook her head, "I killed him."

"He would have killed Crowley."

"That doesn't change anything," she pulled away from him, "I killed someone I loved."

Cas opened his mouth, but shut it again.

"I'm going to bed," she walked out of the library and too her room.

She flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.

Everyone else gathered in the library. They sat around a table and began to discuss what had happened.

"So it was Rowena this entire time," Sam nearly growled, "And Evan was one of her witches."

"That little bastard," Dean growled.

"Hey-" Ashton stopped them, "He wasn't exactly as bad as you guys think."

"What do you mean?" Crowley frowned.

"Evan loved Annabel," Ashton sighed, "Rowena had Evan under her thumb. I'm sure if he could, he would have rebelled, but trust me, Rowena had complete control over him."

"Really?" Dean sounded sceptical.

"She's become extremely powerful," she crossed her arms and looked to Crowley, "Before you and Annabel arrived, Evan attempted to assassinate Rowena."

"You can't be serious," Crowley frowned.

Ashton nodded, "Instead of killing him, she made him a puppet."

"So he had no control over his actions?" Crowley's frowned disappeared.

"None," she sighed and looked around the table, "Don't tell Annabel, she'll just blame herself more."

"But-" Castiel spoke.

"Please," Ashton stared at him, "Castiel, it'll only make things worse for her."

He simply nodded.

"But why didn't Rowena stop Annabel from killing Evan?" Sam asked, "He could have still been useful to her."

"Don't you see?" Ashton rubbed her temples, "She wants Annabel to break."

"She wants Annabel to go dark side?" Dean leaned back into his chair.

Ashton nodded, "The more broken Annabel is, the more Rowena can manipulate her."

"It won't work," Crowley slapped his hand on the table, "She's too strong."

She shook her head, "I'm not so sure."

"We'll have to keep and eye on her," Sam sighed, "For her own safety."

Castiel suddenly stood.

"What's wrong Cas?" Dean frowned.

"Angel radio is going crazy," his eyes were glued to one spot, "They know about what happened with Annabel."

"Shit," Dean growled.

"I need to go," Cas looked at Ashton, "I need to make sure they don't get out of hand."

Ashton nodded, "Thanks."

With the sounds of wings, Castiel was gone.

Everyone looked like they aged ten years.

"How are you Ashton?" Sam asked, "You were down there for twelve years."

"It felt like centuries," Ashton shuddered.

Sam did a quick calculation, "It would have felt like one thousand four hundred and forty years."

"Thanks Sam," Ash sent him a glare.

"What exactly happened?" he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Besides that bitch using me as scratching post?"

The room went silent.

"Rowena used Evan like a crystal ball," Ash said, "So I saw my little girl grow up without me."

Suddenly Ashton's expression went sour and she turned to Crowley, who frowned in confusion. She then punched him square in the nose with a grunt.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" she hissed, "How could you leave Annabel to look for me!?"

"I left her in good hands," his voice was muffled from his hands as he grabbed his nose.

"But you're her father!" Ashton's face was red, "You should have been there for her!"

"I know," Crowley looked away from her, "But I was lost without you."

Ashton shook her head, "Jesus Crowley!"

The demon remained silent.

"We have a lot of catching up to do with her," Ash crossed her arms.

Crowley nodded and dropped his hands from his face, "I know."

She let out a long sigh and looked at the boys, "Thank you for looking after her."

They smiled and nodded.

"She's a good kid," Dean said.

"No thanks to us," she glanced at her husband.

Annabel blinked as tears slid from her eyes and rolled over her temples. She was still staring up at the ceiling. She could hear her mother yelling, but the walls muffled it. She finally let out a sigh and sat up in her bed. She looked around her room. Everywhere there was evidence of Evan's existence. Pictures, clothing, notes, and gifts he had given her.

She couldn't believe that he had betrayed her, but yet she saw it with her own eyes. She thought he loved her, she still did. She wanted to believe that everything was Rowena's fault, she wanted an explanation from Evan, but it was too late for that. Every time her eyes closed, she could see his dead green eyes staring at her.

She looked down at her hands. They were still covered with dried blood. She felt the sting of vomit as it climbed up her throat. She ran to the sink that was in her room. Her stomach clenched as she vomited into the sink. After a few heaves she was able to catch her breath. Her entire body was shaking. She turned on the faucet and started to wash her hands and arms.

Even after all the blood had been washed away, she continued to scrub at her skin. The gouges left from Rowena's nails had healed, but her hands and arms were red and swollen from the scrubbing. She looked up into the mirror and saw Evan staring back her. His face was pale and angry.

"How could you?"

Annabel's hands clutched the sink tightly.

"I thought you loved me!"

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"You killed me!"

"I'm sorry," tears fell from her eyes.

"I loved you!"

"I'm sorry!" she screamed and squeezed her eyes shut.

Suddenly the sink and mirror exploded into a million shards. Annabel felt the stinging as the glass cut the skin of her face. She fell to her knees as she wrapped her arms around herself. She continued to apologize as everything in her room began to float and fly around. It was like a tornado had been let lose in her bedroom. Pictures were ripped off the wall, shards of porcelain and glass shredded everything.

"Annabel!" Dean yelled through the door, "What's going in there?"

She could hear him rattling the locked door.

Annabel hugged her knees to her chest as she sobbed.

"Annabel!" Dean yelled, "Open this door!"

"Annabel," Evan's voice echoed in her ears.

Suddenly the door flew off its hinges and slammed against the opposite wall. Everything in the room stopped. Shards and shreds of Annabel's possessions floated in the air.

"That is enough," Crowley's voice was stern.

The debris fell to the floor as Ashton ran to Annabel and wrapped her arms around her. She petted Annabel's hair and whispered to her. Crowley stood in the doorway looking at the destroyed bedroom. His eyes drifted to his daughter.

"Annabel," he spoke.

She looked at him.

"Clean this up," he said, "And then we'll talk."

Annabel nodded and looked at the destruction. She closed her eyes. The debris began to repair itself, the sink and mirror shards formed together on the wall, until they were complete. The pictures returned to their place on the walls, and everything else returned to its original place and form.

Ashton and Annabel stood. They walked out of the room and to the library along with everyone else. Annabel sat in a chair; her red and swollen arms were clutched in front of her chest. Her body was still shaking, but her tears had stopped. Her throat was dry, her tongue was swollen, and tasted like salt. Her head pounded as her sore eyes looked at the worried faces in front of her.

"I'm sorry," she croaked.

"There's no reason to be sorry," Ashton knelt in front of her and grasped her hands.

Annabel shook her head, which caused it to throb in pain.

"I keep seeing him," she whispered, "I keep hearing him."

"Who?" Ash frowned, "Evan?"

She nodded, "It's like he's haunting me."

Ash looked at the boys.

"Annabel," Dean placed a hand on Ashton's shoulder as she moved out of his way, "Can I tell you something?"

Annabel looked at him and nodded.

He knelt down to eye level with her, "We're all haunted."

"Really?" she frowned.

He nodded, "We've all done terrible things that haunt us."

Anna licked her dry lips, "You have?"

He gave a sad sigh, "More times than I'd like to think about."

"We all carry the burden of the people we've failed," Sam added, "Me, you, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, and your mother."

Annabel looked at her mother who gave her a small nod.

"How do you deal with it?" she asked Sam.

"I can't tell you that," he sighed, "We all deal with it differently."

She looked down at her hands.

"We all try our hardest to repent," Dean told her.

"How?"

"By saving as many people as we can," he smiled, "That's why we hunt."

She nodded slowly.

"But it takes times Annabel," he placed hand on her knee, "But eventually, you'll forgive yourself."

"Are you sure?"

He smiled, "I'm sure."

Annabel threw her arms around Dean's neck, "Thank you."

He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back lightly, "Everything will be all right, just give it time."

She buried her face into his leather jacket and let a few tears out.