January 24, 1979
"It's a boy!"
"The Righteous Man is born!"
Heaven rejoiced at the announcement.
Heaven had not sang so gleefully for anything other than their Father since the day, a long time ago, when a little fish crawled onto land.
"Dean Winchester is born!"
All the choirs had paused in their duties to celebrate. All the angels were singing, except for one archangel.
Michael watched as his younger siblings danced and sang with glee.
But Michael hadn't sang in a very, very long time.
All the young angels shouted, "Paradise is nigh!"
But Michael could not share in their enthusiasm. For him to bring about Paradise. he would have to further his own despair.
May 2nd, 1983.
"You have a baby boy."
Heaven was silent. Silent in the way that all the angels went about their duties as normal.
The choirs still sang their praises to God, but it did not distract the rest of Heaven and engulf them in euphoria.
In Hell, the Morningstar cried, "Sam Winchester is born!"
His joyous cry turned to agonized screams as he thrashed against his Cage.
Nearby demons, and ugly little hellspawn ran in fright of Lucifer's wrath. He cried in anguish for his Father, he begged for his brother to hear him.
And he longed for Sam Winchester.
But his Father never freed him, his brother never saved him, and Sam Winchester didn't know he existed.
