Raphael flinched against the arm and slid himself down the bench to try and avoid the contact. Touch was not something he wanted any more, it always led to pain. Nice touches swiftly turned to pinches, stabs and jabs. He crossed his arms and listened to Sam, just trying to focus on the fact that him sleeping was a betray or rebellion. He was just so tired.

"Hm. I don't own a leather jacket." He frowned and wondered if Metatron just felt he was hotter like that. "If there has to be fanfic about me, I like it be sexy so I'll take it."