I'll Protect You, Always (Supernatural AU/ Castiel love story )

Chapter 6

Castiel's POV

Annabelle had been avoiding me. Everytime I saw her she would just give me a side glance and go in the opposite direction. She had been avoiding me since that night. I didn't understand why she was? Did I do it wrong? Was she angry at me for pulling away? She didn't seem angry. I couldn't quite put my finger on why she was avoiding me.

I really needed to talk to her. She was getting thinner by the day and the bags under eyes just kept getting bigger. She dragged herself around and didn't really talk to anyone. I was curious, so I did some research. It turned out her symptoms are all symptoms of a very common illness in teenagers. Depression.

She was depressed. Now I didn't quite know what depression was exactly, but I had a pretty good idea. I needed to talk to her. She had to stay strong. I was not loosing the one girl I have looked after and cared for for sixteen years.

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Annabelle's POV

Life sucked. I didn't want to be who I was. I didn't like who I was. I was a secluded, antisocial, self conscience, and depressed teenage girl. I didn't know why I was so depressed. It's just that the dread that I had been feeling for all those years, it was getting stronger. It was growing inside me. It was taking my life over.

I was being a tad selfish, though. I could tell that by the way Castiel stole glances at me with a worried expression on his face, that he thought my depression was his fault. Of course it was not! Sure I was a little disappointed when he pulled away all those nights ago. But, I respected him, he respected me and that was why he pulled away. He told me he couldn't take advantage of me. That just made me want to be around him more. 

I hadn't eaten in five days. I was starving, but I just didn't have the strength or energy to care about how hungry I was. Dean and Sam frequently checked on me to see if I was okay, but I didn't say anything to them. I could tell it was really starting to frustrate Dean. The other day when Dean came in to bring me soup, I didn't want it. I wouldn't eat it and Dean tried to physically shove it into my mouth. I still refused to eat it or look at him.

"YOU HAVE TO EAT ANNABELLE! YOU ARE NOT DYING ON MY WATCH! IF YOU DO DIE I'LL JUST GET CASTIEL TO DRAG YOUR ASS BACK!" He screamed at me and I could actually feel the anger rolling of him. But, I didn't care, life was hopeless. He slammed the soup onto my dresser and walked out of my room, fuming.

Sam had a much more calmed approach to me. He told me he knew what I was going through and that I was going to get through it. Typical thing to say to a depressed person.

I hadn't taken a shower in a couple days either, and I probably smelled like complete shit. I didn't know how those boys can stand me. I mean I treated them horribly, and did not care much to say thank you. I just barged in on their lives and they already treated me like family. You really couldn't ask for better older brothers.

I'd been lying in bed for hours just staring up at the ceiling. I finally got out of bed and collapsed on the floor, too weak to hold up my own body weight. I curled up into a ball on the floor. I just wanted to sleep. I just wanted to sleep and not wake up. I closed my eyes and within a couple of minutes was in a deep sleep.

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"Annabelle look at me. I know you can hear me. Look at me." 

My eyes shot open, and I was standing beside a lake. There wasn't a person in sight. The rocks that surrounded the beach were sparkling as the sun went down. The brown mountains behind the lake stood tall. The tall trees behind me swayed effortlessly and looked so serene. I knew that it was a dream. Nothing could be that peaceful. It was the only time you could see my favorite color. I watched as the sun went down reflecting off the water. The light blue waves were sparkling. I approached the shore and stroked my hand against the warm water. I smiled to myself and made circles in the water with my hand.