"That's fine. He doesn't have to know." Sam reached out to put an arm around Raphael, unsure how to best handle it. The fear was palpable, it was as if he felt it himself. Maybe he did, being in Raphael's dream. Or sharing a dream. He wasn't sure what exactly was happening ehre, metaphysically. "He's not here. It's just you and me."

And perhaps, niggling at the back of his head, someone else. Someone he tried to push out as much as he possibly could. "You wore a leather jacket. When Metatron wrote you. Castiel told me that."