Sam stared at the spot where Raphael had stood and then he simply walked over to the couch to sit down. He rested his head in his hands and tried to process any of this. All of this. The reality that Raphael was alive. That he'd never been dead. That he had been fine ignoring them (him) for years. He looked at the ground because he didn't want to look at Castiel and Matty right now. Fuck them.

Bobby cleared his throat, shrugging his shoulders. "Square One?" Damn.