Hey guys and girls!

I'm back! I'm still working on my original fiction book, but I've decided that I will also be working on my fanfiction at the same time! I'm hoping to get a chapter posted once a week. I'm reposting Chapter Three because I've made some changes to the end of the chapter. Please forgive the errors and enjoy!

Thanks for your patience,

EatMyFeels

Chapter Three:

Angel

A few weeks after Ashton's return, and Evan's death, Annabel had begun to return to normal. It was a slow process, but with everyone's support, she was able to finally look in the mirror.

She was in her room, going through her stuff. She finally decided it was time to do something about all the stuff that was related to Evan. She had a few cardboard boxes on her bed, one was full and taped closed, one was empty, and the other had a few things in it. She was taking pictures off the wall and sliding them into an envelope when Castiel knocked on her door.

"Come in," she called as she slid the last picture into the brown envelope.

Castiel opened the door and looked around her room. She placed the sealed and labeled envelope into the box before she moved to the closet.

"What's up?" she asked as she pulled clothes off their hangers.

She draped the sweaters and shirts over her left arm.

"I got news from Heaven," Cas said as he sat on her bed.

Her shoulders tensed slightly, "Oh?"

"Yeah," he sighed, "It's not bad news, but it's not good news either."

"What'd the angels and god say?" she asked but didn't turn around.

"They're assigning an angel to keep an eye on you," he said.

"Why?" she looked over her shoulder, "You're usually here anyway."

"They said I'm too close to the situation," he cleared his throat.

"Meaning you're too close to me," she scoffed and tossed the clothing into the box.

"They're right, though," his blue eyes looked at her.

"So am I going to be followed around by an angel or something?" she closed the box and taped it shut.

"Not exactly," he said, "The angel will probably watch you from afar."

"Comforting," she rolled her eyes.

"There's nothing I can do Annabel," he sighed.

"So why do I need a stalker angel anyway?" she asked as continued to pack up some of the things that Evan gave her.

"Rowena is still missing," he shifted awkwardly, "They want to protect you from her."

"Liar," Annabel sent him a glare, "They want to make sure Rowena doesn't get her hands on me and my powers."

"And to protect you from her," he said and shifted again.

"What are you hiding?" her brown eyes stared him down.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"You're not telling me everything Cas," she walked towards him, "What are you hiding from me?"

"N-nothing."

"Liar," she dropped a few things into the last box.

"I'm not l-lying," he adjusted his tie.

"You were my favourite uncle," she sighed and walked away from him, "But I guess I'll have to promote Sam or Dean."

"W-wait!" Castiel gulped, "There is another reason."

"What is it?"

Cas hesitated.

"Hmmm Sam or Dean?" she pondered.

"They want to make sure you don't-" he searched for the right words, "They want to make sure you don't change."

"Change?" Annabel frowned, "Change how?"

"Uh," Cas trailed.

"Fine," Annabel walked towards her door, "I'll go ask my new favourite uncle."

"Th-they're worried that you'll go dark," he placed a hand over his eyes and sighed, "Ashton's going to kill me."

"Go dark?" Anna turned to him, "Why would I go dark?"

"After Evan-" he removed his hand from his face, "They thought that after losing him, your grief might lead you down a bad path."

"There's more," she stood in front of him, "Isn't there?"

He shook his head.

"You're lying again."

He shook his head again, "I'm not."

"Please Uncle Cas," she pleaded, "I need to know."

"I promised your mother I wouldn't say anything," he sighed.

"About what?" Annabel sat beside him on her bed.

"I can't Anna," he looked at her with sad blue eyes.

"Please Castiel," she gave him her big brown puppy eyes.

He squeezed his eyes shut, "I-I'm not supposed to tell you."

"Tell me what?" she grabbed one of his hands.

He shook his head.

"Please," she squeezed his hand, "You have to tell me."

"I'm sorry, but I can't."

She dropped his hand, "Fine."

She stood from the bed and walked to her door.

"Wh-where are you going?" he asked and stood.

"To talk to my mom," she looked over her should at him, "she won't be that mad at you, will she?"

Castiel's face blanched, "W-wait Annabel."

"No," she said, "You obviously won't tell me, so I'm going to ask her."

"It's about Evan," he blurted.

"What?" Annabel spun around.

"H-he," he looked down, "He tried killing Rowena before you and your father found your mother."

"He did?" she frowned.

"He did," Cas nodded, "But he failed, and instead of killing him, Rowena made him a puppet."

Annabel's eyes went wide, "what."

"Your mother said that there was no doubt that he loved you," Castiel couldn't bring himself to look at Annabel.

"H-he was a puppet?"

Cas went silent.

"He was being controlled by her?" Annabel's body began to shake, "And I-"

"This is why your mother wanted it to remain a secret," Cas explained, "Please Annabel, don't blame yourself."

She looked at Castiel and shook her head, "I'm sorry Cas."

Before he could say another word, Annabel disappeared from her room. She stood outside the bunker and ran into the woods. Her eyes stung as her vision blurred. She let the branches slap her as she ran past the trees. She processed the new information and came to a conclusion.

Evan had not betrayed her, she betrayed him.

She stopped in the clearing and looked up at the sky. Sunset had painted the clouds blood red. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, while her body shook like an autumn leaf. As the sky darkened she felt a shadow begin to cast over her heart. No matter how hard Annabel tried to think of a reason to forgive herself, she couldn't.

"Idiot," a deep voice spoke from behind her.

Annabel spun around and glared at the person who leaned against a nearby tree. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he held his head high.

"Excuse me?" Annabel scowled.

"Castiel," he sighed, "He shouldn't have said anything."

He pushed himself away from the tree and walked towards Annabel. He appeared to be in his twenties and stood around 6'1". He had a dark brooding face that was covered with shadows. Through the shadows, Annabel could see his light grey, almost silver, eyes. His black hair was slicked back loosely, except for a few rebellious locks that fell in front of his face.

He slid his hand through his hair trying to tame the rebels. A single lock fell forward and continued its protest. The man ignored it and stopped in front of Annabel. The man towered over her and had to tilt his head downward to look at her, causing a few more locks of hair to fall out of place.

"Who are you?" Annabel narrowed her eyes.

"My name is Silas," he gave a slight grin, "I'm the angel that will be watching over you from now on."

"I don't need a babysitter," Annabel scoffed.

"Obviously, you do," he scoffed back.

Annabel glared, "Says you."

"You know it's true," he crossed his arms, "You're hanging by a thread Annabel."

"You don't know me," she hissed.

"I can tell by the look in your eyes," his silver eyes pierced her, "You're so close to giving up, to giving in."

"You don't know anything," she glared and walked pass him.

He followed her, "I know more than you think."

She ignored him as she walked towards the bunker. She entered the bunker, hoping that the angel wouldn't be able to follow her inside. She, however, was not so lucky. Silas was still following her when she entered the library, where her mother and Castiel argued.

"I can't believe you told her!" Ashton yelled.

"I'm sorry, but I think she has a right to know!" he argued back.

"How interesting," Silas chuckled, "The great Castiel is arguing with a human woman."

"Silas?" Cas frowned and stared at the angel.

"Is this where our brave leader spends his spare time?" Silas raised a dark eyebrow.

"You're the one watching over Annabel?"

Silas nodded, "Good thing I arrived on time."

"Thank you, Silas," Castiel nodded his head slightly.

"Who is this?" Ashton said with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"This is Silas," Cas said, "He's been assigned to look over Annabel, don't worry, he is trustworthy, even though he can be quite rude at times."

"I don't need a babysitter," Annabel stood beside her mother, "I'm not going dark or evil or whatever."

"Says the one who is beating herself up over killing her evil boyfriend," Silas crossed his arms.

Annabel flinched slightly, "Asshole."

"Silas," Cas hit a stern tone, "That was uncalled for."

"Hey, I'm just supposed to watch over the cambion," Silas raised his hands in defense, "No one said I had to be nice too."

"I'm asking you to be nice," Cas looked Silas in the eyes.

"You really are too close to the situation," Silas chuckled.

"Silas, please," Cas frowned.

"Fine," Silas sighed, "I'll be nice."

"And make sure nothing happens to her," Castiel added.

"Fine, fine," Silas nodded his head, "I'll be a good babysitter."

Annabel growled and clenched her fists into tight balls. A lamp flew off the table at Silas's head, but he easily reflected it with a chuckle. His silvery eyes met her blazing brown ones. It was a battle of ice and fire. Silas was cold and ruthless, while Annabel was burning with anger.

"Annabel," Ashton spoke, "That was rude."

"He was rude first," Anna crossed her arms.

"Two wrongs don't make a right," Ash sighed.

"I never fully understood that math," Annabel scoffed, "Technically, it should make two rights."

"That's not the point," Ashton rubbed the bridge of her nose, "You shouldn't retaliate."

"How else is he supposed to learn?"

Ashton opened her mouth, but shut but again, knowing it was futile. She wasn't going to win an argument with Annabel at this point. Her daughter was too heated up, and she took after her parents, stubborn and not willing to lose. Even though Ashton backed down, Castiel didn't seem to understand that it was useless to argue.

"You both should try to get along," he said, "Since you'll be together for a while."

"Not going to happen," Annabel scoffed and glared at Silas, "Bird Brains here is going to fly home and leave me the hell alone."

"Sorry," the angel grinned, "No can do. I've got orders."

"You know what?" Annabel's eyes targeted him, "You can take you orders and shove them where-"

"Okay Annabel," Castiel interrupted, "There's no need to-"

"Who's this?" Dean's voice overpowered Castiel's.

"Silas," the young angel turned the Winchester, "I am Annabels Guardian Angel."

"Like I've been saying," Annabel grinned and spoke up, "I don't need a babysitter, right Dean?"

"Wrong," Dean glanced at her.

"What?" Annabel frowned.

"Annabel," Dean sighed, "Rowena's not going to give up."

"I can handle her," Anna scoffed.

"Not when she's got the book," Dean shook his head.

"You know I'm strong enough to take her down!" her face went red.

"Not when you're emotionally unstable!"

"What the hell Dean!" Anna clenched her fists.

"You've been compromised ever since Evan's death," Dean crossed his arms.

"I'm fine!" she protested.

"Anna," Dean looked her in the eyes, "I've been in your shoes. You're not fine. Not even close."

Annabel averted her eyes.

"That's that," Dean nodded.

"I don't think so," Crowley walked into the room with his arms crossed, "She's not your daughter Dean, so you don't get the final word."

"I'm the one that raised her," Dean narrowed his eyes, "And where were you?"

Annabel looked between her father and Dean as they spat at each other. With a breath, she closed her eyes and pictured a scene in front of her. Go. She thought to herself. The air around her body vibrated for a moment before she opened her brown eyes. The chilled air around her caused her to shiver and gave her skin goose bumps.

When she opened her eyes she saw small building dimly lit under the flickering streetlamp. Its sign was peeling strips of old paint and the sidewalk in front of the door was cracked. She heard music being played through outdoor speakers. Behind here were a few empty vehicles. With another breath, she moved forwards.

She walked into the building and was greeted by the scent of beer and fryer oil. She sat at scarred wood of the bar and received a frown from the bartender. He walked towards her while drying out a glass.

"ID please," he said.

Annabel pulled her wallet out from her back pocket and showed him her driver license.

"Kansas, eh?" the bartender chuckled, "What brings you all way to Alberta?"

"Just traveling," Annabel smiled.

"I see," he nodded, "What would you like?"

"Cherry whiskey paralyzer and a cheeseburger please," she said.

The bartender put the orders through and started on her drink. When Annabel looked around she saw an old pool table near the back of the small bar. There were only a few other people in the bar. There were two men who looked to be in their fifties chatting. Then there was a younger man at the pool table taking a shot on one of the balls.

"Here ya go," the bartender said and placed the paralyzer down on the bar.

The door to the bar creaked open. Anna looked over at the door and saw a scowling Silas walk in. She grumbled under her breath and took a larger gulp from the paralyzer. He sat on the stool beside her. The bartender asked for his order.

"Water," Silas said, "And an order of fries."

"Alright," the bartender's brown eyes shifted between the two before he placed the order.

"What are you doing here?" Annabel asked and took another sip from her drink.

"My job," he said as the bartender placed a glass of water in front of Silas, "What about you?"

"Escaping from an awkward situation," she said.

"Don't blame you."

"It's hard having a family like that," she chuckled to herself.

"I can relate," Silas said and sipped his water.

Annabel gave him a look from the corner of her eyes.

"Cas, myself, and all the other angels are brothers and sisters," Silas said, "We're a big family full of conflicting personalities too."

"I suppose," Anna gave a small shrug and lowered her voice, "but you don't have Winchester's for uncles and the King of Hell for a father."

"Thank God for that," Silas grinned.

Anna rolled her eyes at the angel as her burger was placed in front of her. She started eating as she ignored the angel beside her. The sooner I prove that I don't need supervision, the sooner I can get rid of him. A basket of fries was then placed in front f Silas. She stuffed a few fries into her mouth and started to chew when Silas spoke again.

"You're pretty lucky that I'm the one looking after you," Silas said.

Anna swallowed her fries before she spoke, "I don't feel lucky."

"I have some experience dealing with humans and being on earth," he said, "Not all of my brothers and sisters have the same level of understanding for emotions that I do."

"Yet you're still a dick," Anna said before taking a bite out of her burger.

"You have been coddled by Castiel," Silas said, "You need to see the severity of your situation."

"I understand the severity," she grumbled through her food, before swallowing, "I'm the one that's feeling these emotions. I'm the one that has to deal with them too. No matter how understanding you are there is no way you can understand the depth of my emotions."

"I am merely here to keep your actions in line," he said, "Or stop you when you cross that line."

"Stop me?" he eyes narrowed, "Or kill me?"

"The last thing I want is to make your family my enemy."

Annabel ate more of her burger, while Silas started on his order of fries. She glanced at his face from the corner of her eyes. His light grey eyes were looking up at the small television above the bar. His black hair was pushed back, except for the locks that fell in front of his eyes. If I didn't know him I would think he was a normal human.

"It's rude to stare you know," he said with a grin.

"It's rude to stalk a girl too," Anna grumbled under her breath and finished her burger.

Silas sighed, "How about we make a deal?"

"You realize I'm Crowley's daughter right?" she raised a brow, "He taught me about making deals."

"Just listen," Silas said with a slight growl, "If you put an end to Rowena I will convince Heaven that you are not going dark and then I can get out of your hair."

"You make that sound easier than what it actually is," Anna said with a long draw from her straw.

"You don't want me here, right?" Silas said, "And I definitely don't want to be here. There are more important matters I could be dealing with right now. So let's make this situation easier on both of us."

"So if Rowena is dealt with, then I won't have an angel stalker anymore?"

"Exactly."

"I can drink to that," Anna grinned and finished her paralyzer.

"So where should we start hunting for Rowena?"

"No clue," Annabel shrugged.

Silas raised a brow at her.

"But," Annabel added, "It might be easier if we let her find us."

"I'm listening."

"It's pretty simple," Annabel said, "Use me as bait and then we trap her. From there we can kill her."

"We can't kill her."

"Why?" Annabel frowned.

"We need to find the Book of the Damned."

"She doesn't carry it on herself," Anna sighed, "She usually has it hidden away somewhere."

"We can't let the book fall into the hands of evil again," Silas said.

"So what do you suggest we do?"

"Trap her, like you said," he explained, "But use her to find the location of the Book. After that, you can do what you like with her."

"Why does Heaven want the Book of the Damned?" Annabel narrowed her eyes.

"We are going to remove from Earth."

"And use it for yourselves?" Anna crossed her arms.

"No," Silas shook his head, "The Book is invaluable so we can't destroy it, but it is also dangerous. We need to keep it out of the hands of humans and monsters alike."

"And leave it in the hands of Angels?" she raised a brow, "Because there has never been a corrupt angel before."

"We're backtracking here," Silas rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Let's leave the Book out of this for now. If you capture Rowena then Heaven will leave you alone, deal?"

Silas held out his hand, but Annabel ignored the hand and leaned towards Silas. She captured his lips in hers. She pulled back with a small grin.

"You always seal a deal with a kiss."