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."