Raphael smoothed his fingers over his cuffs - one is getting a bit frayed down here, as he thinks over how to phase his words. "There's a product I can't recall the name of, an epoxy which can be used to repair very small cracks in glass. It's commonly used to repair windshields. But if the cracks are very large, it won't work. Make something more serviceable, keep it from getting worse, but ultimately, you have to replace the windshield." Donnie had been a mechanic, and Raphael trusted Dean to know what he was talking about, even if Raphael didn't fully understand it.

"What I did wasn't dissimilar. I did heal some of the damage, but it's extensive, beyond...any angel's ability to heal completely." That was a lie, but it sat fairly easily in Raphael's mouth, if just a little uneasily. "What's happening to Sam is progressive, it will keep getting worse until it kills him. But I can - and did - heal some of it. He'll get worse, yes. It's not something which is being 'undone' just slowed down. What I am trying to do is keep pushing it back, until I'm pushing it back faster than it can progress, then I should be able to heal it entirely." And at this point, it was a matter of pride and stubbornness. He would heal this because he was The Healer. Period.