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"Raphael..." Sam stared at that vision before him. The Archangel Raphael. No doubt about it now. There wasn't a single flaw on him, no dirt, no dust, no bruise or even a speck of blood. He was clean, pure, and his smile was so free of guile that he barely even looked like the Trickster Sam had known once.
This was the Archangel Raphael. The one he'd read about. Even now he could feel the power radiating off of him. "You didn't have to do that, I... Did I call you?"
He certainly hadn't meant to. Sam exchanged a look with Matty, his eyes wide. Panicked, almost. What did he do?
This was the Archangel Raphael. The one he'd read about. Even now he could feel the power radiating off of him. "You didn't have to do that, I... Did I call you?"
He certainly hadn't meant to. Sam exchanged a look with Matty, his eyes wide. Panicked, almost. What did he do?
Raphael walked over to Sam and then placed his hand onto the younger Tenaz's forehead. A strange bolt of something pure and powerful came through Sam and every wound was gone, every ache was eased and even the dried blood on his face was gone. "Sam."
"Woah, what the fuck? That was full archangel. What did he just do to you?" Matty asked as he approached the two. The closer he got, the more prickly Raphael got. He turned and practically hissed at Matteo. "... Dude, did he just hiss at me?!"
Raphael turned away from Matteo and back to Sam, cocking his head to the side. Sam was safe, he was a good angel again. He was put here to heal and he'd done it. Remove the evil, cure the weak.
"Woah, what the fuck? That was full archangel. What did he just do to you?" Matty asked as he approached the two. The closer he got, the more prickly Raphael got. He turned and practically hissed at Matteo. "... Dude, did he just hiss at me?!"
Raphael turned away from Matteo and back to Sam, cocking his head to the side. Sam was safe, he was a good angel again. He was put here to heal and he'd done it. Remove the evil, cure the weak.
"He's the Healer of God. Remember?" They had done research into all the archangels so long ago now. More into Raphael once they'd learned who the Trickster was and they had idly tossed around the idea that this was what had Raphael impersonate Dr Sexy off the bat.
It all seemed long ago now. "Matty is a friend, Raphael. You. Er. You don't have to hiss at him." A strange thing to specify, but apparently needed. With a frown, Sam looked back at Raphael. "You should go to the bunker. It's safe there. Safe."
It all seemed long ago now. "Matty is a friend, Raphael. You. Er. You don't have to hiss at him." A strange thing to specify, but apparently needed. With a frown, Sam looked back at Raphael. "You should go to the bunker. It's safe there. Safe."
"Safe." A good thing. Safety. He held onto Sam's wrist and then looked at Matteo. Well - that was Sam's brother. He didn't like him but Sam did so he knew what he had to do. He grabbed onto Matty too and before the two could protest, they were standing in the bunker. Matteo pulled away, looking around confused.
"Sammy... my car is back there." How the hell was he going to pick up his car if he was stuck here?
Raphael didn't seem to care, he was still holding Sam's wrist as he looked around, his eyes scanning the wards. They were still up. It was still safe.
"Cas?! Get your ass here! Things are weird and I need my car!"
"Sammy... my car is back there." How the hell was he going to pick up his car if he was stuck here?
Raphael didn't seem to care, he was still holding Sam's wrist as he looked around, his eyes scanning the wards. They were still up. It was still safe.
"Cas?! Get your ass here! Things are weird and I need my car!"
Given the urgency in Matty's voice, it was no surprise that Castiel appeared next to him right away. The angel's eyes found Raphael and he actually took a step back, his mouth falling open.
"...Lord Raphael," he finally said, because he felt it ought to be acknowledged somehow. That was an archangel almost at full grace, not hiding it at all.
Sam looked down at the hand around his wrist, swallowing. Yeah. Things were definitely weird. "Er, Raphael? All the danger is over now. You can, you know. Dim the light a bit. Tune it down."
"...Lord Raphael," he finally said, because he felt it ought to be acknowledged somehow. That was an archangel almost at full grace, not hiding it at all.
Sam looked down at the hand around his wrist, swallowing. Yeah. Things were definitely weird. "Er, Raphael? All the danger is over now. You can, you know. Dim the light a bit. Tune it down."
Raphael seemed to hear Sam and the light dimmed in his eyes as he turned to look at Sam, unsure what the issue was but he didn't want to frighten him. Humans were fragile, easily upset, he had to be gentle. He had to protect Sam. Lazar was loose somewhere, he would hurt him if Raphael wasn't ready. Hurt them all.
"Cas, what is up with him? He's gone from goofball to -- whatever this is. He killed like 15 demons in half a second and healed Sam too." He didn't heal Matty, which was interesting. He frowned. "It's only Sam he response to."
Raphael let go of Sam and then turned to look around cautiously.
Suddenly, without warning, Raphael's wings burst out in a grand display. It was a strange contract - the unassuming face of Raphael and those grand, glorious wings. They had been hurt and broken for so long, now they felt better. They wanted to be out, to stretch.
"Cas, what is up with him? He's gone from goofball to -- whatever this is. He killed like 15 demons in half a second and healed Sam too." He didn't heal Matty, which was interesting. He frowned. "It's only Sam he response to."
Raphael let go of Sam and then turned to look around cautiously.
Suddenly, without warning, Raphael's wings burst out in a grand display. It was a strange contract - the unassuming face of Raphael and those grand, glorious wings. They had been hurt and broken for so long, now they felt better. They wanted to be out, to stretch.
"He seems to have ...imprinted on Sam."
"...like a duckling?" Sam wasn't sure what to make of any of this. It was terrifying. He had dealt with a lot but seeing someone take on this many demons in a moment, that was a lot to comprehend.
Then, suddenly, the wings burst out. Sam could only see the silhouette and note how much bigger they were than Castiel's.
Castiel, who stood there, looking at the wings of an archangel. He felt the urge to drop to his knees, even after all he'd been through. "His wings are healed." At long last. It had hurt him to see them so broken.
"Your wings are healed?" Sam smiled, finally, at Raphael. "I'm glad. You have to take care of yourself. Do you... Do you want a coke?"
"...like a duckling?" Sam wasn't sure what to make of any of this. It was terrifying. He had dealt with a lot but seeing someone take on this many demons in a moment, that was a lot to comprehend.
Then, suddenly, the wings burst out. Sam could only see the silhouette and note how much bigger they were than Castiel's.
Castiel, who stood there, looking at the wings of an archangel. He felt the urge to drop to his knees, even after all he'd been through. "His wings are healed." At long last. It had hurt him to see them so broken.
"Your wings are healed?" Sam smiled, finally, at Raphael. "I'm glad. You have to take care of yourself. Do you... Do you want a coke?"
"Coke?" Raphael spun around and looked at Sam, nodding his head eagerly. He turned away and walked over to the warding, using his angelic grace to gently imbue each marking with a stronger energy. He had to keep Lazar out, keep everyone safe and protect his Sam. At all costs.
"Righhhht. He's -- well, I mean, this is good, right? We needed a win and now we have a nuked up archangel on our side. You said Lucifer was low on grace, weak in that body he has - well, he ain't." Matteo gestured at Raphael, then looked at Castiel. If they could harness Raphael correctly, they could cram Lucifer back in the cage.
"Sure, he's a little... dopey but that's not always a bad thing."
"Righhhht. He's -- well, I mean, this is good, right? We needed a win and now we have a nuked up archangel on our side. You said Lucifer was low on grace, weak in that body he has - well, he ain't." Matteo gestured at Raphael, then looked at Castiel. If they could harness Raphael correctly, they could cram Lucifer back in the cage.
"Sure, he's a little... dopey but that's not always a bad thing."
"When is being dopey a good thing?" Castiel asked seriously, watching the Archangel all but skip toward Sam when Sam held out a bottle of coke for him. He wasn't sure this was such a good thing.
"When you are one of Snow White's dwarves," Sam suggested, also not convinced of this being great. It was better than Raphael being miserable and in pain, sure. However, he seemed to run purely on instinct and he didn't know if he even understood his instincts. "Raphael?"
He was trying to get and keep his attention. "Can you speak? Something other than my name and coke, I mean. Could we have a talk?"
"When you are one of Snow White's dwarves," Sam suggested, also not convinced of this being great. It was better than Raphael being miserable and in pain, sure. However, he seemed to run purely on instinct and he didn't know if he even understood his instincts. "Raphael?"
He was trying to get and keep his attention. "Can you speak? Something other than my name and coke, I mean. Could we have a talk?"
Raphael drank the coke eagerly and dropped the can, looking at Sam and frowning. If Raphael was more aware, he would have described this experience a lot like in Snoopy, when the parents spoke. He could tell by the tone and the way he spoke that Sam was being nice, he could understand every individual word but it was like they were muffled.
He didn't respond to him but he did filter through the key words. Speak. Talk. Name. Coke.
"Sam."
"... Okay, Jeez, this might not be so simple but I'm telling you, the pieces are there." Matteo felt this could very easily be hacked in their favour. "Can you peek into his mind, Cas? Get a read on him?"
He didn't respond to him but he did filter through the key words. Speak. Talk. Name. Coke.
"Sam."
"... Okay, Jeez, this might not be so simple but I'm telling you, the pieces are there." Matteo felt this could very easily be hacked in their favour. "Can you peek into his mind, Cas? Get a read on him?"
"Don't scare him," Sam told Matty, making sure to stand close to the archangel and, yes, aware that it was a little ridiculous to talk like that about said archangel. He was powerful, among the most powerful beings they'd ever dealt with, but he was also-- Not quite there. Sam put a hand on his shoulder, a gentle touch.
"I can try," Castiel offered, not certain whether Raphael would let him. So he approached him slowly, tried to meet his eyes. "Brother? Can I have a look into your mind?"
He reached out, trying to place his hand on Raphael's forehead.
"I can try," Castiel offered, not certain whether Raphael would let him. So he approached him slowly, tried to meet his eyes. "Brother? Can I have a look into your mind?"
He reached out, trying to place his hand on Raphael's forehead.
Raphael's hand raised and he grabbed onto Castiel's hand, gripping it hard. And then he spoke. In Enochian. "Brother, do not violate me."
"What the -- what did he say?" Matteo was closing in, worried about Castiel and ready to try and pry that overpowered archangel off his boy if he had to. "Woah, easy there, holy one. Don't break anything."
Raphael's eyes flickered to Matteo in disgust. "Elder brothers are full of pride and arrogance. I will not be told what to do by lesser beings." Turning away, he looked back at Castiel, still gripping his wrist. "Yield to me, brother."
"What the -- what did he say?" Matteo was closing in, worried about Castiel and ready to try and pry that overpowered archangel off his boy if he had to. "Woah, easy there, holy one. Don't break anything."
Raphael's eyes flickered to Matteo in disgust. "Elder brothers are full of pride and arrogance. I will not be told what to do by lesser beings." Turning away, he looked back at Castiel, still gripping his wrist. "Yield to me, brother."
Castiel clenched his teeth against the pain, not wanting to show just how much it hurt in front of Matteo. He stared at Raphael, trying to make sense of what was happening. "You are not that kind of brother. You never were."
At least he was speaking. Enochian, but still. Speaking. "Stay back, Matty." He was worried he'd get hurt as well. "I won't do anything against your will."
Frankly, he doubted he could. "Samuel is worried for you. Speak to him." Maybe that appeal could help, before his wrist snapped entirely.
"Hey, Raphael!" Sam's voice was louder now, but still gentle. Trying to talk him down. "Let go of Cas, yeah? He doesn't mean any harm. He is safe."
At least he was speaking. Enochian, but still. Speaking. "Stay back, Matty." He was worried he'd get hurt as well. "I won't do anything against your will."
Frankly, he doubted he could. "Samuel is worried for you. Speak to him." Maybe that appeal could help, before his wrist snapped entirely.
"Hey, Raphael!" Sam's voice was louder now, but still gentle. Trying to talk him down. "Let go of Cas, yeah? He doesn't mean any harm. He is safe."
Not that kind of brother. Raphael's eyes briefly glowed and then softened immediately. It was true, he was not that brother. He did not hurt his brothers. He wasn't like the ones he couldn't even bring himself to think about. He loosened his hold on Castiel and then finally, he let go of him. "I speak the way I know to speak."
It was like all human words had tumbled from his head. When he thought of them, he thought of tainted, ugly words falling from the mouth of demons. The human speak was tainted. Enochian was safer.
Matteo came closer to Castiel and pulled him a safe distance from Raphael. "Are you alright?" Fuck, that wrist mark looked purple.
Raphael turned to Sam, blinking. "Sam?"
It was like all human words had tumbled from his head. When he thought of them, he thought of tainted, ugly words falling from the mouth of demons. The human speak was tainted. Enochian was safer.
Matteo came closer to Castiel and pulled him a safe distance from Raphael. "Are you alright?" Fuck, that wrist mark looked purple.
Raphael turned to Sam, blinking. "Sam?"
"I'm here." Sam wrapped his arms around Raphael on instinct, simply because Raphael looked so lost right now. He held him close while looking at Castiel and his brother with wide eyes. What the fuck was he even supposed to do here?
Castiel pulled his wrist against himself, giving Matteo a reassuring smile. "I am fine." It was painful and he had no idea how easily it could be healed, having been inflicted by an archangel, but that didn't matter so much. "He says he can only speak Enochian."
"Ah, damn it. Here I've just lost my Enochian streak on Duolingo." Obviously humans could not learn Enochian, so Sam was joking. Castiel still looked at him in confusion.
Castiel pulled his wrist against himself, giving Matteo a reassuring smile. "I am fine." It was painful and he had no idea how easily it could be healed, having been inflicted by an archangel, but that didn't matter so much. "He says he can only speak Enochian."
"Ah, damn it. Here I've just lost my Enochian streak on Duolingo." Obviously humans could not learn Enochian, so Sam was joking. Castiel still looked at him in confusion.
"So we can't talk to him and he's a pissy little bitch to anyone but Sam. Great." Just when Matt felt they had some luck, this had to happen. He sighed and then squared up to Raphael, despite how the other was basically slumped against Sam. "Look, I get it. You got trauma - we all got trauma - but your asshole brother is causing us trouble. He has one goal and that's to get to Sam. Do you understand?"
Raphael understood Sam. Trouble. And asshole brother. And that was about enough to wrap his arms around Sam protectively. "Sam." His Sam. "No one will hurt you"
"... Cas, buddy, can you translate this?"
Raphael understood Sam. Trouble. And asshole brother. And that was about enough to wrap his arms around Sam protectively. "Sam." His Sam. "No one will hurt you"
"... Cas, buddy, can you translate this?"
"He is saying that no one will hurt you. It's a singular you. You don't have that in English." Castiel tried to explain, but his wrist was throbbing and translating Enochian was never an easy task. "He is saying that no one will hurt Sam. He wants to protect him."
"I mean, thanks?" Sam wasn't certain what to make of that. "Might at least be good in case Lucifer tries going after his vessel." Having an archangel by his side would be useful for that. He turned his head to try and look at Raphael. "Lucifer told us to save you. He sent us. Can you tell him, Cas?"
"Lucifer told us to save you." Castiel wasn't sure they should tell Raphael that. Worth a try, he supposed.
"I mean, thanks?" Sam wasn't certain what to make of that. "Might at least be good in case Lucifer tries going after his vessel." Having an archangel by his side would be useful for that. He turned his head to try and look at Raphael. "Lucifer told us to save you. He sent us. Can you tell him, Cas?"
"Lucifer told us to save you." Castiel wasn't sure they should tell Raphael that. Worth a try, he supposed.
Raphael frowned at Castiel, trying to process those words. Lucifer sent people to save him? He was his brother. He stabbed him before, belittled and mocked him, how did he know how to trust him? How could he like someone who tormented Sam keep getting away with it. "I will do what Michael could not if he touches Sam."
His eyes flashed white with an almost warning before he turned to Sam and pulled back from the hold, looking up at him. Lucifer could not be in Sam. It made no sense. He wasn't Lucifer, he was Samuel.
"Yeah, your brother told us you were with Lazar. He got us to do the leg work. Any idea why he'd look for you. Can you -- sorry, Cas, we need a translator."
His eyes flashed white with an almost warning before he turned to Sam and pulled back from the hold, looking up at him. Lucifer could not be in Sam. It made no sense. He wasn't Lucifer, he was Samuel.
"Yeah, your brother told us you were with Lazar. He got us to do the leg work. Any idea why he'd look for you. Can you -- sorry, Cas, we need a translator."
"It's not me!" Sam wasn't sure why Raphael flashed his eyes at him like that, but he backed away instinctively, until he stood by Matty's side. Sometimes being by his big brother was the only way to truly feel safe. "I'm not Lucifer!"
Castiel tried to switch his brain to Enochian faster, wanting to handle this delicate situation. "Lucifer is still in his last vessel. Not Samuel. He said he is not after Samuel right now."
Which was likely a lie. It was Lucifer, after all. "He told us where to find you. He said it would get too much attention if he saved you himself."
Castiel tried to switch his brain to Enochian faster, wanting to handle this delicate situation. "Lucifer is still in his last vessel. Not Samuel. He said he is not after Samuel right now."
Which was likely a lie. It was Lucifer, after all. "He told us where to find you. He said it would get too much attention if he saved you himself."
There was a slow unfurling of Raphael, the archangel seemed to almost slump a little as his posture relaxed and his wings disappeared from view. He looked at Sam, who was clearly afraid, and felt a twist in his guy. He was never like this. He wasn't that sort of brother. "Sorry."
A new word for the vocabulary. He looked at Sam and then dropped to his knees suddenly, looking upward at the two brothers.
"Fuck." Matty kept his hand on Sam, watching Raphael curiously. "That Lazar guy really smoked your brain, huh? It's too bad you won't let Cas look."
Raphael turned to his brother, Castiel, and then looked at his wrist. "Sorry."
A new word for the vocabulary. He looked at Sam and then dropped to his knees suddenly, looking upward at the two brothers.
"Fuck." Matty kept his hand on Sam, watching Raphael curiously. "That Lazar guy really smoked your brain, huh? It's too bad you won't let Cas look."
Raphael turned to his brother, Castiel, and then looked at his wrist. "Sorry."
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"You don't have to be sorry," Sam tried to reassure him, aware by now that it was unlikely to be understood. He looked at Castiel for help, who tried his best. Enochian simply didn't translate one to one to English very well.
"It is nothing, brother." He meant the wrist, obviously. "Samuel says it is nothing too. No one is angry. You can let go." Of his own anger.
"Raphael?" Sam didn't step closer yet, but he tried to get a response. "Do you want candy?"
"It is nothing, brother." He meant the wrist, obviously. "Samuel says it is nothing too. No one is angry. You can let go." Of his own anger.
"Raphael?" Sam didn't step closer yet, but he tried to get a response. "Do you want candy?"
"Candy?"
There was something about that word that actually made him shiver. His eyes widened and he nodded his head, his mouth filling with hot saliva.
"Woah, that was something else." Matty muttered as he came over to Castiel and looked at his wrist, wincing. "You think you can heal this or should we try to talk our psycho archangel into curing you?" He was just standing there, holding Castiel's arm, gently touching his skin around the bruise. He didn't think twice about it, of course he was concerned. It was his angel.
There was something about that word that actually made him shiver. His eyes widened and he nodded his head, his mouth filling with hot saliva.
"Woah, that was something else." Matty muttered as he came over to Castiel and looked at his wrist, wincing. "You think you can heal this or should we try to talk our psycho archangel into curing you?" He was just standing there, holding Castiel's arm, gently touching his skin around the bruise. He didn't think twice about it, of course he was concerned. It was his angel.
"I should be able to heal it. Eventually." Castiel glanced Raphael's way, shaking his head. "He might smite me." It was a joke, based on real events. He smiled as he looked at Matty, saying the line Matty usually used on him. "Don't worry. It looks worse than it is."
Sam decided to ignore the romantic scene playing out in the other corner, instead walking over into the kitchen and opening the snack drawer. He got out some of the candy bars they had stored there holding the first one out to Raphael and dropping the others onto the table. "Here. Reese's. I think you like that, I've seen you eat it before."
Sam decided to ignore the romantic scene playing out in the other corner, instead walking over into the kitchen and opening the snack drawer. He got out some of the candy bars they had stored there holding the first one out to Raphael and dropping the others onto the table. "Here. Reese's. I think you like that, I've seen you eat it before."
Raphael eager took the candy and opened it swiftly, unwrapping his peanut butter cup and eating it excitedly. Then he smiled at Sam, an actual smile, his first proper smile since he got here. He ate the second one just as swiftly and dropped the litter on the floor.
"Sam!" He grinned, wide and bright, looking at the other like he had just completed a heroic task for him.
"So... we just tame him with candy and get him to keep Lucifer from killing us. Is that the plan? Cause it don't seem half bad." Matty admitted as he let go of Castiel, making some distance because he had been touching a dude's arm for way too long and it was a bit weird.
"Sam!" He grinned, wide and bright, looking at the other like he had just completed a heroic task for him.
"So... we just tame him with candy and get him to keep Lucifer from killing us. Is that the plan? Cause it don't seem half bad." Matty admitted as he let go of Castiel, making some distance because he had been touching a dude's arm for way too long and it was a bit weird.
"We need to find out what Lucifer is doing." Sam knew that it boiled down to that, yet he didn't even like to think about Lucifer. He just felt it gave him an invitation to his mind when he allowed his thoughts to linger on him. "Apparently he's in charge of Hell, walking around in a vessel. Why haven't we heard more yet?"
"I do not know. Heaven is not exactly... united. Currently." Castiel shrugged. Angel Radio wasn't helping with this at all. "But I don't think him being in charge of Hell is good for us. Or anyone."
"I guess if I have to choose, I'd pick Aleister over him." He handed Raphael another candy bar, then sighed and pushed his hair back. "Saving Raphael was important. But we won't just keep waiting around for Lucifer to send us tasks."
"I do not know. Heaven is not exactly... united. Currently." Castiel shrugged. Angel Radio wasn't helping with this at all. "But I don't think him being in charge of Hell is good for us. Or anyone."
"I guess if I have to choose, I'd pick Aleister over him." He handed Raphael another candy bar, then sighed and pushed his hair back. "Saving Raphael was important. But we won't just keep waiting around for Lucifer to send us tasks."
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