Claire, can you hear me?
The young girl's eyes fluttered open. She was on a swing set, in a park that was down the street from where they lived. The last thing she remembered was being tied to a chair, and something hard hitting her in the back of the head.
Claire?
'What's going on? Who are you?' she thought frantically, looking around, but there wasn't another soul in sight.
My name is Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord.
The voice wasn't human, that much was apparent. It wasn't like she could hear the voice, more like the voice was inside her. "I remember my dad talking about you. What is going on?" Dimly, from far away, she could hear her dad trying to get the freed from the people holding her.
There isn't time to explain, Claire. You and your family are in trouble, but I can help.
"Then do something!" She screamed, standing from the swings. "What are you waiting for?!"
The voice faltered, like it was confused about what to say. In order to help you, you have to let me… use your body. It will let me walk on Earth.'
"Use my body?" Claire asked, looking around again, but the park was still empty. Where was he? Why didn't he show himself? "What does that mean?"
You will be my vessel, like your father was. It is difficult to explain, and we don't have enough time-
A loud bang reverberated through the void, and Claire screamed in fear. "What was that? Castiel, what was that?"
Your father has been shot. I'm sorry, but you have to give your consent to allow me to use your body, you must give it now. Say yes.
Tears rolled down her cheek, and fear gripped Claire's heart. Her father always told her to trust in God, that He would provide. Now an angel was asking for her help. But this was the same angel that had stolen her father from her.
Claire, please. I promised your father that I would keep you safe.
Claire nodded, wiping the tears away. "Okay," she whispered. "Castiel, yes. I consent."
A light appeared over her, a fire filled her, and the world went black.