The Sentinels Grace

His heritage was full of beings of great power, bodies magnificent and souls pure ad could be. His first impression of the young woman who approached him was that she, too, was a sweet pure soul. Not unlike his mother, if her gentle approach was any indication. The chocolate male dipped his head politely, "Hello, ma'am." Before Castiel had any chance to say anything else yet another pale woman approached. 

It was a surprise, in a sense, and the two might have been related - they looked like it was possible at least. Her features were different, not the cherub like qualities of the first and the way that she spoke it was obvious this was someone higher in the order than the young woman. "Curiosity, you could say. Intention, would be another - I am trying to see if I would be a fit here." His gravely voice might have sounded gruff had it not been so earnest - he truly was hopeful and so he waited patiently to hear from the two.