Raphael closed his eyes, chin lowering to his chest, shoulders dropping just slightly. His jaw was tightly clenched, and the inner corner muscles of his eyes squeezed tightly. "No, it's not. No matter what we manage to do...it's not been worth the cost."

He'd always had Michael to lean on, and Zachariah later. Castiel's pet humans had taken both from him, and for that alone he'll never forgive the Winchesters. He'd hoped once he would be able to push Castiel into that role - perhaps he still did. His younger brother seemed to understand things the other angels didn't, and had felt burdens Michael and he had shielded the others from. Raphael couldn't understand why Castiel was the new favored son, but he was, beyond doubt. And while he felt jealousy over that, it wasn't for him.

But that meant something didn't it? The supposed favored sons ruled.

Maybe that was why he was allowing Castiel to see him now.