"Eventually. But there's a difference between ending and letting something suffering and let that end drag out, ignoring those who are in pain and suffering because it's hard to cause them harm." Despite what most apparently thought, Raphael actually loved humanity - he just didn't like them. Or more correctly, he was profoundly disappointed in them. And he was aware their plan would result in the death of humanity. He'd make it quick, as painless as he could. It was better than the lives most of them lived.

"That's what's really going to do it, you know. Killing Lucifer is going to hurt him. But when he realizes God isn't ever coming back? That He doesn't care about us anymore? That's what's going to destroy him." Raphael had convinced himself God - not Dad, but God, some distant Father he still loved but also hated - was dead, and realizing He was never coming back, took 'not His concern' to mean that He didn't care about them or what they did...it had been a crushing blow. And then Michael...that, not Michael's neglect, had been what had broken Raphael. Raphael couldn't imagine what it would do to Michael.

"Does he? Good." Raphael didn't. Sure, he'd felt jealousy between the four of them, but it was fleeting and quiet. One of them had always been there, after all. This? This was so much stronger that he didn't recognize it as the same thing at all. And he didn't know how to handle it, or what do to. But it drove him to hate Meg more than he already hated demons in general, and Dean...he just wanted to hurt.