Rumor has it, Raphael is roaming Earth. Unguarded, unaware a certain rebelling angel has heard of his arrival.

Castiel asks you to go with him, seeming rather desperate for help, to perform a ritual to trap an archangel. A ritual akin to trapping a hurricane in a butterfly net—and according to Cas, even worse.

Castiel makes the circle of holy oil, the somewhat pungent liquid makes the shape to encircle around the archangel. Cas drops the match. Flames of holy fire furl up from the ground, a golden glow in the dim room.

Raphael is summoned.

The lights go out—blacking out the room making the holy flames all the more imminent. The lights go out—for the entire Eastern Seaboard.

Thunder claps and lightning crackles as Castiel and Raphael hash it out.

“If God is dead, why have I returned?” Cas probes, he is utterly convinced Raphael has information. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe Lucifer raised you?” The archangel hisses, Cas recoils back, “No.” He bites out in a deep rumble under his breath.

“Think about it. He needs all the rebellious angels he can find. You know it adds up.”

Castiel is getting irked. His impassive, glacial demeanor is cracking. “Let’s go.” He says to you—supressing his anger.

“Castiel, I'm warning you.” Raphael’s voice is practically echoing in the open air, “Do not leave me here. I will find you.”

Castiel stops with an abrupt halt of his feet, and slowly turns around, coat swishing. “Maybe one day.” He whispers brusquely, “But today, you're my little bitch.”