Miserably, Raphael nodded as he spread his arms and legs out. He remembered the pull of the chains, he remembered fighting and cursing out the stupid asshole. Now he couldn't imagine it. He shuddered in terror and for a very brief moment, his eyes flicked to Sam and then away. Perhaps a mistake but he couldn't help it. He hadn't felt this sort of shame in a long time but with Sam watching, it was bad.

He didn't want to think about how truly pitiful he had become. The archangel Raphael was a joke.