Misty things dreams are

[servingmichael]

Who: Raphael and YOU
What: Dreamscapes
Where: Anywhere, everywhere, no where at all
When: Day 84 to 88
Warnings: Violence between siblings, torture, animal predation, death, parental abandonment (most aren't that bad though!)
Notes: What Raphael dreams about between family members, unless it's from the show or played out between players here shouldn't be taken for actual canon - dreams are strange things and in Raphael's case very symbolic.

The Four

Home

TRIGGER WARNING: Animal predation Horror

Brothers

A Special Place

A Special Creation

Betrayal

SPOILER WARNING for Season 8 finale in the links || TRIGGER WARNING for violence between brothers Broken

Abandoned

Vessels

Human Brothers

TRIGGER WARNING: Torture and abuse Anna

TRIGGER WARNING: Death and violence Killing Castiel

Birds

Comments

[servingmichael]

"I won't." He even shifts his wings back to not hit Dean. But he still clings tightly, not because he's afraid, but because he's a clingy little brother and once he was affectionate.

"...Why would you do that?" He leaned in, resting a cheek on Dean's shoulder. "Won't it be sad being by itself?"

[venatical]

"Nah, you keep it company." Dean accepts the affection quietly and without protest, and he holds Raphael a little closer. It doesn't matter to him if he's clingy. Kids are supposed to be clingy; they're supposed to want love.

"You take care of it, and you hang out with it, and you take it sometimes to roll around in the dirt." He smirks at Raphael, and then pokes him in the side.

"Not that different from a little brother."

[servingmichael]

Raphael holds tighter, if only because he rarely gets time alone with the brother he loves most, and he isn't willing to let go. It's a fierce emotion, and it carries in the dream. Lucifer may be The Light amongst the angels, but it's Michael who is the center of Raphael's world, already, even then, starting to edge into the love Raphael had for their Father.

He smiles back at (Michael) Dean, even giggling a little at the poke in his side. "Do you teach them things too?"

[venatical]

Dean understands that love. The dream's making things all screwy, making things misdirect, but that's a love he feels for Sammy, and that gets translated onto Raphael here. He works through it because that's what he does, but it's there and he reciprocates, hoisting Raphael closer.

"Sure, yeah. Why, you want me to teach you how to roll over? How about fetch?"

[servingmichael]

Raphael wraps his legs around Dean tighter, laying his head on Dean's shoulder, and curling his hand around Dean's shirt, the other swiping at his face, cleaning it.

"What's fetch? Is it like tag?"

[venatical]

"Something like that. I throw something, you run get it and bring it back, rinse and repeat."

Dean's never going to get all this sticky crap off his shirt, is he? He lets Raphael cling though, at least until he finds a sandbox.

"Alright, squirt. This is literally your only chance for me to tell you to roll around in the dirt. You ready?"

[servingmichael]

"Is this another flying game?" He had problems with flying still, and it wasn't odd for Michael and Lucifer to make up things for him to do to practice.

Dean's not likely to ever get it clean, no, but that's not really the point.

"I play in the dirt all the time." He just generally didn't get dirty. "I gotta let it stick to me, don't I?"

[venatical]

"Could be." He thinks about that for a minute, then nods approvingly. "Yeah, a flying game."

Dean rolls his eyes a little. "I know. And yeah. Either that'll take it off, or you'll be tarred and sandboxed. C'mon."

He adjusts his grip on Raphael so now he has him with one hand under each arm, holding him out in front of Dean, and he looks into Raphael's eyes, a slightly playful smile on his face.

"Alright, here goes." He lifts Raphael up a little and brings him down fast, but then stops. "No, wait. Okay, now." He lifts him again, then drops him a little lower and brings him back up to eye level.

"Okay, now for real." He grins wider as he fakes Raphael out again, dropping him even lower before bringing him back.

[servingmichael]

Raphael at least doesn't whine that he doesn't want to be dirty, though he doesn't look enthused at the idea.

And he knows such a short fall won't hurt him, even if he has an almost instinctual fear of it, cause him to grab tightly onto Dean's arms as best he can, and the sound he makes is at first far more fear than fun but he does trust Michael and tries to relax. And he's not laughing when Dean stops, grinning, but he's holding on less tightly and trying to smile, though it still looks a little worried.

[venatical]

Dean hadn't meant to scare the kid; it was supposed to be that almost-tossing feeling, but there's no way Dean would drop him or let him fall.

"Aw, I was kidding."

[servingmichael]

Somewhere, even at that age, Raphael just had an ingrained fear of falling, and somewhere permeating the dream, he had a fear of Michael. He didn't understand it, but it was there. "I trust you." But he was still afraid.

[venatical]

Aw, well now an almost-tossing-in-the-air experience is just sad, and he sets Raphael down in the sandbox normally.

"There you go. Go to town."

[servingmichael]

Anyone else and he would have screamed, struggled, tried to fly away. He plopped down in the sand, kicking it away from him and then leaning back and beating his wings to try to cover them in the sand, and when that doesn't work too well, tries to throw it over his shoulders by the handful. "Michael, help me.'

[venatical]

Dean gets down to his knees and scoops up sand in his hands, dropping it over his wings, and then he nudges Raphael's shoulder.

"C'mon, lay back. Spread eagle, not that you need to move your arms to make a sand angel."

...I could have sworn I replied to this

[servingmichael]

Raphael beats his wings as Dean spreads the dirt over him, helping it cover them, then obediently lays back, wriggling around, trying to bury them in the sand. "Like this?"

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[venatical]

"There you go, kiddo. Live it up. This is every grubby little pipsqueak's dream."

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[servingmichael]

Raphael doesn't really enjoy being dirty - probably why Gabriel had done this in the first place. Not that he doesn't play occasionally, but he's neat, for a little one, and dislikes messes. But he just wants this off, so he wriggles down in the sand, beating his wings against the sand to get it between his wings, twisting to try and look at them to see if they were getting cleaner at all. The gunk collected sand, but some of it was starting to fall off - tiny bits. Raphael crawled over - away from Dean - and beat his to shake more off, tugging each wing forward to preen it a bit, examining them and still finding gunk, before plopping down in front of Dean. "I need help."