There wasn't much difference now, from when she'd first begun to doubt Heaven and its intentions. All she'd regained was her memory – truth about a past that she'd left behind by choice. She wasn't sure whether or not it was a good thing yet. On one hand, she now possessed the knowledge and power to attempt gaining allies who would listen to her side of things regarding the current hierarchy. On the other, she sacrificed the illusion of a normal, human life – one that was given to her by rebirth, and afforded her a carefree set of liberties that she'd never had as an angel loyal to Heaven. She'd fallen by choice. She wanted the freedom that she'd seen the human race partaking in for the two millennia she'd been stationed on Earth.

Those who she'd considered friends were now out of her reach, and Castiel refused each extension of her hand. It hurt her, and it was disheartening. He refused to believe that perhaps God wasn't the one calling the shots anymore, when she'd suggested it. He refused her help. What Anna failed to understand, however, was that she had still gone back. She smote Uriel where he stood, to save Castiel's life. Her loyalties remained solid, despite being turned down time and time again. But was it all really worth it? Was attempting to save him, and the Winchesters, worth the constant chase? Heaven wanted her, Hell wanted her… She could protect herself from one, but she could only run from the others. Hide. She appeared only when she felt it necessary.

But what was the point? If they had intention to kill her, they would've sent someone to do so already. She feared for what plans they might have in mind. There were only so many possibilities, and none of them were pleasant. Anna's eyes lifted upward, and she scanned the skies. She wondered if her Father was truly as angry with her as her subconscious had led her to believe as a young human child. She remembered the initial fear when she'd first been born as a human. It was clearer now that she had the full scope of her lives – now at a technical count of three – firmly planted in her mind like little films. A part of her longed for the simplicity and ignorance that came with just being a normal, clueless girl; a sweet girl, raised by a church deacon and a housewife.

She'd been blindly religious and faithful as a human. She looked up to angels as beacons of light in darker times in her life; she looked to God for guidance. It wasn't until she began hearing the whispers from Heaven again that she started to change. So many things could go differently, now that she knew everything. She wanted to help. She needed to help, but in order to do so, she had to gain the loyalty of those she once had allegiance from. Namely, Castiel. She could see the doubt in his eyes when they spoke. She knew he wasn't far from disobedience. It would shatter him, however, to turn his back on Heaven. She believed that he was most loyal to God out of all of the angels, simply because he refused to give up. But he wouldn’t Fall by choice, nor would he Fall easily. It would destroy him. She would just have to find a way to gain his loyalty and the kinship of the Winchesters some other way. There were things afoot - terrible things on the horizon that could be stopped if only someone with more say and power than a fallen angel stepped forward and spoke out.

And now the culmination of all things began to stir and bubble violently in the belly of the world, just waiting to erupt. Turbulence was an inevitability. Heaven was after her, Hell was after everyone else, and there wasn’t any way for her to hold up her hand and stop it. Even with her grace back, even with the strength which did remain, she hadn’t been completely restored to the power of her former rank. She couldn’t stop it all on her own. She needed help.

Anna stood from her place, eyes surveying the area around her. She had work to do – too much to wait any longer, wasting time on reminiscence and pointless nostalgia. The Apocalypse was pretty much nigh, and the Winchesters were at the center of it all. Something was wrong with Sam, and Dean… Anna wanted to make sure he was protected. But they were both her friends, regardless of the darkness in which Sam was choosing to indulge. And for her friends, and for the world. And Cas… Castiel was someone they needed. He was someone they really needed, in fact, and she would get through to him, no matter what she had to do in order to get her point across. He was already beginning to doubt. He needed to understand that earth and humanity were more important than his orders. With newfound goal in mind, and in a surge of determination and a resolved, strong sense of self, Anna disappeared.