"I don't speak of free will and finding our own way, then kill those who disagree with what I want them to do. I raise my sword only as an utter last resort. I was watching Chuck, remember? I didn't come after you. I didn't kill Joshua after he pulled Dean and Sam away from Zachariah. I didn't try to hunt Anna down with the intent to kill her, no one was even sent to look until the demons tried to get a hold of her." Uriel had wanted her dead, but Anna had caused that...in a large part because of him, but he hadn't wanted to kill her. But he didn't, totally, squash the will of the angels - he just curbed it, controlled it, but he didn't kill over it. Castiel hadn't given that - 'And let it be known -- you're either with Raphael or you're with me.' And anyone not with him, he'd declared war on. Anyone who didn't fall in line with him, while stating he wanted free will.
Raphael doesn't move much as Gabriel does, but he takes more comfort than he thinks he should in Gabriel's turning them about and holding onto him. "I want him here." It's quiet, admitted with his eyes lightly closed, then opens them again. "He needs me to Gabriel. You don't know what he's become, how he's changed." And Raphael actually wasn't angry at Gabriel for that. Michael and Gabriel had both loved Lucifer more than the other archangels, Raphael had loved Michael most and Lucifer second - he was hurt, of course, but he wasn't morning he most beloved. He could watch Michael more closely because of it.
"He doesn't want the Apocalypse, he needs it, and no matter how it ends, it's going to destroy him. Shouldn't someone look after him?" Someone should - in Raphael's mind, their long absence Father needed to. But He'd made it clear that He refused, and Michael deserved better. They all deserved better, really.
"You all are terrible at taking care of yourselves." Or Castiel, Balthazar, and Chuck were, anyway, and Gabriel not much better. "I need to- I can't just-" This time he does huff out a breath. God had abandoned them to whatever fell their way. Angels and humans alike. Raphael couldn't be like that.
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Raphael doesn't move much as Gabriel does, but he takes more comfort than he thinks he should in Gabriel's turning them about and holding onto him. "I want him here." It's quiet, admitted with his eyes lightly closed, then opens them again. "He needs me to Gabriel. You don't know what he's become, how he's changed." And Raphael actually wasn't angry at Gabriel for that. Michael and Gabriel had both loved Lucifer more than the other archangels, Raphael had loved Michael most and Lucifer second - he was hurt, of course, but he wasn't morning he most beloved. He could watch Michael more closely because of it.
"He doesn't want the Apocalypse, he needs it, and no matter how it ends, it's going to destroy him. Shouldn't someone look after him?" Someone should - in Raphael's mind, their long absence Father needed to. But He'd made it clear that He refused, and Michael deserved better. They all deserved better, really.
"You all are terrible at taking care of yourselves." Or Castiel, Balthazar, and Chuck were, anyway, and Gabriel not much better. "I need to- I can't just-" This time he does huff out a breath. God had abandoned them to whatever fell their way. Angels and humans alike. Raphael couldn't be like that.