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."