Guardian Angel

The guardian angel

A/N, Hello and welcome to my second Fanfiction. If you enjoy this story and haven't read my first fanfiction 'My Beautiful Angel Girl' (Y/N and Dean story) please check it out. Comments are welcome, but please be nice. I have written this story as I imagine it would be and apologise if Castiel comes across as a stalker in the beginning. Enjoy.

Castiel's POV

I stood in the dark room listening to the soft almost inaudible breathing as my eyes took in her figure which lay under the doona. I didn't know why I was here once again, it seemed I always came back to this room, back to her.

I am her guardian angel and I had been assigned to watch over her as she worked, as she went about her daily life because I had to ensure that she followed the correct path, but recently I had been watching her sleep and it was becoming more of a want for me. At first, I told myself that it was necessary for me to be there, I had to make sure she was ok, but as the weeks went on and I found myself drawn to her room each night I realised that something was wrong.

I didn't stop myself from going to her room, and maybe looking back I should have? I should have stopped myself the first, or even second night, but there was something always telling me that I had to go to her, had to make sure she was sleeping soundly and that nothing was going to come and take her away, or harm her. I know it sounds silly and it was probably just something I said to myself to make me understand why I was here?

There was this constant thought that I had, that something bad was going to happen, but it wasn't right for a guardian angel to think this way. I had no right to be here watching her as she slept. It is wrong and I know that, so why am I here? I knew that she would despise me if she knew that I watched her. She wouldn't want to talk to me, not that we had ever had any communication whatsoever, but I was thinking that maybe one day I may be able to have a conversation with her. Why would you want that? I asked myself. I wasn't allowed to speak to her, she wasn't allowed to know I was here at all. It was Heaven's rule that I stay to guide her, but not include myself in her life.

Everything I was thinking, and doing, was telling me the truth, but I didn't want to listen, or believe it was even possible. It is not possible, is it? I shook my head, trying to shake the thought from my mind. An angel does not have feelings or emotions. Then what is that in your chest?

I hadn't noticed the niggling sensation in my heart at first, and I couldn't say when it had first started but as I stood watching her now, I suddenly realised why I was drawn to her, what the niggling sensation might be. I knew why I wanted to stay in her room and watch her sleep. I had fallen for her. How was it possible? I wasn't allowed to have feeling like that for her.

As her guardian angel I knew she was an important person that Heaven felt needed guidance and protection. Her name was Y/N Y/L/N, and she worked in a lab, something to do with blood, but I didn't quiet understand what she did. I think it was research of some sort? I had been sent by Heaven to ensure she was safe and would stay on the correct path. I didn't know exactly what that path was, but I knew Heaven wanted her to be on it.

If Heaven knew about her, and her importance in the world, why wouldn't they tell me? How do you guide someone on the right path if you didn't know what the final destination was? Sometimes Heaven did things that I wanted to question, but then I knew that I was insignificant to them, just another angel doing Heaven's work and I knew they wouldn't tell me anyway.

Suddenly the figure under the doona made a snorting sound and repositioned herself on her back. I waited for her to settle once again and stepped carefully up alongside her bed. I looked down and saw a few strands of hair across her face and I absentmindedly reached out, grabbing the stray hair, and brushing it off her face.