Sam was trying to keep track of the days but it proved to be difficult. Going by how hungry he was, they were feeding him irregularly and there was no natural light source. Raphael didn't need to eat. Lucky for him, because the food was bland and often disgusting. No surprise there, he didn't expect gourmet food from his captor. The best indicator he had for the passage of time was that his bruises had begun to be a slightly paler blue.

Raphael hardly ever made a sound when they were awake and he rebuffed him when they shared dreams. It was boring, more than anything. Sam prayed to Cas out of habit more than hope and he waited for whatever might happen next.

Then, finally, the demon with the red mark on his face came in again. Lazar. He stopped by the door and looked at Raphael, entirely ignoring Sam's presence. "Are you ready for your punishment, boy?"

"The hell he is," Sam answered in his stead, since he assumed Raphael would not show defiance.