"Let me pull out the thread, yeah? That's going to sting a bit." Sam tried to be as gentle as he possibly could, pulling the pieces of thread out one by one. Still a horrendous sight, but much better than he had looked before.

He knew that an angel could not get infections, even one as low on grace as Raphael. So he had brought a bottle of coke with him, which he took out of his pocket now and opened. He held it out to Raphael, gesturing. "You should drink. Get a better taste in your mouth."