Raphael looked at Sam with confused, pleading eyes and then there was a loud bang in his ear. Not fireworks.

He shot up, awake in a dirty cell, panting hard as the guards outside of his cell started moving stuff around. Someone must have dropped something. He was awake. He wanted to go back but he knew he couldn't, it wasn't right for an angel to sleep. And it wasn't right for him to see Sam. He was here, alone, and that was how it was. He was loyal to Lazar.