"I know." They'd both fought for what they believed it, not just to fight. He knew that. He would never accuse Raphael of believing in it any less than Castiel did. That had been the problem. The strength of their convictions had clashed harder than any blood lust ever could.

He felt far more sober now, but he still wobbled a little on his feet. "Take care of yourself, brother." And then he disappeared.