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?"