August, 1991- New York City
A gust of wind blows through the corridor painted in a white so bright it rivaled heavens glow.
A woman, with flowing red hair and piercing green eyes fills the room behind the glass with her smile. "Anna. What is the mission that god bestows on us?" She turns, facing the speaker, a look of sorrow in her eyes.
A woman, dressed in overalls enters the room with a bundle in her arms wrapped gently in a knitted blanket. "She can no longer be." says Anna meeting the fruvilous look of the man in the trench coat. "They say she bestows a gift that only heaven should have but follow in the footsteps and the choices of her father."
"Well then we must do as they say." She turns away focusing not on the woman with the radiating smile, but on the bundle in her arms. A hand, tiny as can be, reaches out. It is not the woman with the flowing red hair and piercing green eyes that is the intrest of heaven, it is the owner of the hand. A child.
"Castiel..." begins Anna.
"They are heavens orders."
She paused deep in thought. "Cas, have you ever stopped to think for yourself? That is a child. A child, only recent to the world that god cares for so dear, and yet it's chance of life is over before it began."
"If heaven shall want it that way, then that is how it shall be Anna. It is gods word, we have no choice."
"You are wrong Castiel, we do have a choice!"
"Anna if you choose this you will go against gods will and you will..."
"Fall. I know Cas. But haven't you ever stopped to think? Think that heaven was wrong?"
"Heaven is never wrong!" he demanded.
"Really Castiel?" She turned to face him, a line of tears streaming down her face. "I'm fed up with being told what to do Cas, I refuse to follow through and as your superior, I order you to do the same!"
Castiel stopped, turning back to face the glass. "You believe in the child Anna?" Silence echoed down the corridior. He was alone.
"Well then. I hope she's right about you, Clarissa Fray."