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[personal profile] tvtroper 2024-09-20 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
He supposed it made sense. Angels didn't have much imagination, what place could he conjure up but his own memories. It was a nice memory too. He remembered partying with humans all night, punishing a man who roofied his girlfriend and then drinking himself stupid until 6am with a bunch of lovely Cajun fellas.

He wasn't really reacting right now, he wasn't smiling or moving among it. He was just enjoying being here. Not there for once but somewhere else. He watched the people dance, heard the music and felt a swell in his chest. It was panic. Fear. Pain. He didn't feel right being here.

Someone said his name and he blinked, looking at Sam with a awe-struck expression. Sam wasn't there, in 1920. He squinted.
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[personal profile] tvtroper 2024-09-20 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"You weren't here." Raphael finally voiced as he looked at Sam in utter shock. Did he just dream him into existence? If he did, it was strange that this was who he wanted. He wished he could have dreamt of someone more powerful but then... he supposed the Tenaz brothers were strangely and impossibly powerful.

He touched his body and then turned around, looking up to see fireworks going off. He flinched into himself and took a step back. "This is a dream?"
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[personal profile] tvtroper 2024-09-20 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lucifer?" Why did he ask that? Was Lucifer out and about again? "Lucifer is free?" Oh hell, maybe that explained why Lazar was gearing up. If Lucifer was back, those princes of hell would want to reclaim it all. If Lucifer was back... would he care? Would he try to help? He was his little brother... but he also did stab him to death so the odds were unlikely.

He frowned and then looked at Sam, truly baffled. "Can I stay in a dream forever?"
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[personal profile] tvtroper 2024-09-20 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not yours. It's mine. I was here. New Orleans. It's 1924. The parade goes until midnight but we party into the early hours. In a moment, people will start singing together. Ballin' The Jack. Then a man will come with barrels on his float. It's prohibition so he'll be arrested." Raphael explained and then he pointed towards the crowd who began to sing.

Then the float came. Barrells. He raised his hand suddenly and caught a necklace, remembering that he had caught it before. He looked down at it. "I'm asleep." What the hell? "I'm dreaming."

Oh God. He was going to die.
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[personal profile] tvtroper 2024-09-20 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
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.