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."