[ Raphael motivations were murkier now than they had been back home - and while some of that is time and distance, most of it is Gabriel than anything else. Raphael has never, not once since his creation been alone. Not that he was always with someone, of course, but he's always had someone, literally within shouting distance. Never once has he ever had to look around around him and realize there wasn't another archangel.
He never imagined such a time could come. Hadn't been prepared for it. Despite the fighting, despite the old hurts and betrayals, the archangels were different, closer to each other. And he'd always, always had Michael. Thought he always would. As the hours turned to days and the shock of what happen wore off, as the younger angels clamored and cried out to Raphael for answers he didn't have and direction he wasn't sure he even understood, as the days rolled into weeks and it became apparent that not only was Castiel raised by God but that God had abandoned Michael, some of that hurt had settled into intense loneliness.
And then he'd been here. And a brother he mourned - still mourned - had been here and it had been awkward and silted but warm and comforting in a way that Heaven hadn't been since Lucifer's Fall. It hadn't fallen on Raphael's shoulders to care of everyone and Gabriel had proven that he wasn't willing to allow Raphael to assume it all. And Raphael had clung to it like a lifeline.
He was unwilling to let it go, no. Unwilling to lose his younger brother again, and then Michael handed to him. He didn't know what to do, but he was determined to not lose Gabriel again. And fighting...fighting would do that. But he couldn't turn on Michael, could betray him either. Raphael was torn. ]
The tail end of Anna's time traveling escapades, I believe. I haven't asked when precisely yet.
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He never imagined such a time could come. Hadn't been prepared for it. Despite the fighting, despite the old hurts and betrayals, the archangels were different, closer to each other. And he'd always, always had Michael. Thought he always would. As the hours turned to days and the shock of what happen wore off, as the younger angels clamored and cried out to Raphael for answers he didn't have and direction he wasn't sure he even understood, as the days rolled into weeks and it became apparent that not only was Castiel raised by God but that God had abandoned Michael, some of that hurt had settled into intense loneliness.
And then he'd been here. And a brother he mourned - still mourned - had been here and it had been awkward and silted but warm and comforting in a way that Heaven hadn't been since Lucifer's Fall. It hadn't fallen on Raphael's shoulders to care of everyone and Gabriel had proven that he wasn't willing to allow Raphael to assume it all. And Raphael had clung to it like a lifeline.
He was unwilling to let it go, no. Unwilling to lose his younger brother again, and then Michael handed to him. He didn't know what to do, but he was determined to not lose Gabriel again. And fighting...fighting would do that. But he couldn't turn on Michael, could betray him either. Raphael was torn. ]
The tail end of Anna's time traveling escapades, I believe. I haven't asked when precisely yet.