"Look at him, Matty! He's barely there." Sam didn't think that was a good plan. He felt it barely even qualified as a plan. "And Lucifer has Gadreel, who's not exactly a weakling either."

"Sam is right. Gadreel is no match for an archangel, but Raphael is... Whatever he is." Castiel wasn't sure how to describe it. "But I see your point, Matty. We need to do something while we have any kind of advantage."

Sam sat on the floor with Raphael draped over him, one arm around him and unsure what was happening. "Raphie, man. We really need you." He sighed, but smiled. "He's kind of cute like this."