"Hold still, man. I'll help, yeah?" He moved slowly and reached out again. This time he tried to gently pull out whatever it was that was trapped in those strange wounds. Part of his brain knew exactly what it was seeing, but it still refused to make sense of it. It was too grotesque, too cruel. Too wrong, doing something like that to someone like Raphael.
Raphael nodded his head slightly. It was better. It itched less and it was kind of nice. Not the sort of nice he was allowed. Gentle touches were always mocking. Sometimes Lazar stroked his hair or made him sit on his lap, sometimes he kissed his cheek with a strange kind of tenderness but it wasn't real softness. It was something much worse.
He looked at Sam properly and then finally, he worked up enough courage to poke Sam. Yes, he poked him. Right in the chest. If he was an illusion, he was a damn solid one. Jesus, this man was build like a wall.
"Guess we are both the real deal, huh?" Had to be. He had touched Raphael now. And, sure, it could be a shapeshifter. Could be an illusion and some sort of trick. But surely anyone who wanted to trick him with Raphael would have done it differently. Would have gone the route Metatron had tried with Castiel. Have Raphael be full of his usual swagger and attitude, pushing him into whatever manipulation was needed.
This wasn't a trick. No one could even conceive of this if it wasn't real, Sam was certain of it. "Are you going to keep giving me the silent treatment? Damn. Never thought that day could come."
Raphael looked at Sam and then looked behind him, clearly watching it for signs of Lazar. He didn't trust Lazar not to appear the moment he opened his mouth. He raised his hand to his own face and got some blood from his mouth, slowly taking his finger down to the floor.
There, he wrote in an old Norse language, a long dead one. something he knew Sam had studied once to crack something he had been doing. He drew one symbol then another slowly.
Danger. Stop.
He gave Sam a moment to look at it and then hastily smudged it away as quick as he had written it.
Sam watched what Raphael was drawing on the floor and, with a sigh, he simply nodded. Made sense, it wasn't as if he could blame him for that. Of course they were being watched, probably listened to. But Sam had so many questions to ask, so many things he wanted to tell Raphael. Only some of them were about why the fuck he was even alive.
He looked at where Raphael's blood was smudged now, another plan forming in his head. Especially as he glanced towards the ceiling. People often underestimated the height advantage.
"Fine. Be quiet." It made him want to sleep, with the vain hope that Raphael might be able to enter his dreams again. "But that means that I'm not gonna tell you what you've missed on Glee."
Raphael followed Sam and his line of sight. The ceiling. Oh no. He was thinking of the old circle trick. He and his brother always tried to pull that one. Raphael made his first proper audible noise - a strange, panicked yelp. He shook his head insistently, looking at Sam with terrified eyes. No tricks, no traps, nothing to piss off Lazar or he'd be mixed up in it and he was always up for punishment.
He just wanted Sam to stop looking around all shifty and sit down. There was a shitty old mattress on the floor and he pointed at it insistently.
"Are you grounding me?" It was humorous, as long as he didn't think about it too long. As long as he didn't let his mind linger on just what horrors had to have befallen Raphael for him to be this terrified of upsetting their captor. He didn't even know the damn demon's name, which was astonishing. How had some no name demon managed to get the archangel Raphael under his control?
Sam shook his head, but he did move over to the mattress. Lying down on it, he glanced at Raphael. "What, aren't you gonna tuck me in?"
Raphael watched Sam sit down and then finally, he relaxed. His body slid down the wall and he wrapped his arms around himself. His head was pounding, he was so tired and he had a punishment on it's way. It was hard to get comfortable. He shook his head slowly and then closed his eyes.
Then forced them back open. Sleep wasn't allowed. He grunted and whined as he forced his eyes open wide.
"Can't sleep, huh?" Shouldn't sleep, more likely. Sam was really only working off of context clues here, but clearly the whole dream thing had made Raphael uneasy. To say the least. It had also royally screwed over Sam by extension, so maybe dreaming was a bad idea.
"There's some tricks to staying awake." Sam tried to think of one that didn't require coffee or anything else they couldn't obtain right now. "Maybe I should tell you what you missed on Glee." Might keep him engaged. "Not really my kinda show though. I'm more of a documentary kind of guy. Matty watches it. Then lies about watching it."
Tiredly, Raphael dropped on his side in the corner on the cell, curled into himself, lying down and just watching Sam. It was fun to have company and he had no idea how much he missed it. He had been around demons only for however long it had been, not a single pleasant conversation and often lots of beatings. It was nice to just listen to idle chatter.
Sam always had such a nice voice. He wondered if Sam had any sort of idea how bad it was going to be. How awful it would be for him. How much he'd suffer for acting as he was. That was not submission. He would have to learn but for now, he could enjoy it. His eyes remained focused on Sam, clearly engaged despite everything. What was happening on Glee?
"There's two cheerleaders who are dating. They make out. That's what Matty pretends to care about, when he admits to watching it at all." Matty was terrible at being consistent with his denial. "It's bullshit though. He likes the gay boy the most." Not that Sam knew which gay boy. Or even whether there was more than one gay boy. He just knew when his brother was interested in a character, there was a different level of enthusiasm.
Sam propped himself up on his elbows, looking over at Raphael. "I used to joke about Cas and Matty. Not sure it's a joke any more. Just makes me feel like a third wheel."
Ah yes, in denial Matty. He remembered that. He sighed almost in a relaxed way, despite himself, just listening to Sam talk. Everything he said was so refreshing and different, even if he didn't know anyone's names from Glee and clearly didn't care for it. He didn't mind, it was just nice. Like old times. As long as he was careful and kept distance, he could enjoy that, couldn't he?
Why not get some of the benefits. He got to hear the hot new gossip. So Cas and Matty were banging? Interesting. He closed his eyes, finally, as keeping them open wasn't working.
"In order to get all those horsemen's rings, Bobby traded in his soul. Made a deal with Aleister." Sam wasn't sure when this had turned to simply narrating his life story of the last few years, mostly the depressing high lights. He knew more about that than he knew about Glee. "I guess you've met Bobby. He was the one to tell us how to defeat a trickster."
It seemed so long ago now. "He's sort of..." Sam paused, then shrugged. "I think he's the closest I've ever had to a dad. My real one was... Eh. I guess I don't have to tell you about difficult fathers."
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"There. Isn't that better?"
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He looked at Sam properly and then finally, he worked up enough courage to poke Sam. Yes, he poked him. Right in the chest. If he was an illusion, he was a damn solid one. Jesus, this man was build like a wall.
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This wasn't a trick. No one could even conceive of this if it wasn't real, Sam was certain of it. "Are you going to keep giving me the silent treatment? Damn. Never thought that day could come."
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There, he wrote in an old Norse language, a long dead one. something he knew Sam had studied once to crack something he had been doing. He drew one symbol then another slowly.
Danger. Stop.
He gave Sam a moment to look at it and then hastily smudged it away as quick as he had written it.
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He looked at where Raphael's blood was smudged now, another plan forming in his head. Especially as he glanced towards the ceiling. People often underestimated the height advantage.
"Fine. Be quiet." It made him want to sleep, with the vain hope that Raphael might be able to enter his dreams again. "But that means that I'm not gonna tell you what you've missed on Glee."
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He just wanted Sam to stop looking around all shifty and sit down. There was a shitty old mattress on the floor and he pointed at it insistently.
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Sam shook his head, but he did move over to the mattress. Lying down on it, he glanced at Raphael. "What, aren't you gonna tuck me in?"
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Then forced them back open. Sleep wasn't allowed. He grunted and whined as he forced his eyes open wide.
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"There's some tricks to staying awake." Sam tried to think of one that didn't require coffee or anything else they couldn't obtain right now. "Maybe I should tell you what you missed on Glee." Might keep him engaged. "Not really my kinda show though. I'm more of a documentary kind of guy. Matty watches it. Then lies about watching it."
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Sam always had such a nice voice. He wondered if Sam had any sort of idea how bad it was going to be. How awful it would be for him. How much he'd suffer for acting as he was. That was not submission. He would have to learn but for now, he could enjoy it. His eyes remained focused on Sam, clearly engaged despite everything. What was happening on Glee?
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Sam propped himself up on his elbows, looking over at Raphael. "I used to joke about Cas and Matty. Not sure it's a joke any more. Just makes me feel like a third wheel."
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Why not get some of the benefits. He got to hear the hot new gossip. So Cas and Matty were banging? Interesting. He closed his eyes, finally, as keeping them open wasn't working.
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It seemed so long ago now. "He's sort of..." Sam paused, then shrugged. "I think he's the closest I've ever had to a dad. My real one was... Eh. I guess I don't have to tell you about difficult fathers."