"How do you expect to win a war at all?" Raphael stated as he appeared silently, holding his head high. "Castiel, I'm not actually surprised to see you spending so much time with such... Filth." He stated, only sparing a single glance towards the self-proclaimed king of Hell.
"I'll be taking all of those souls. They don't belong with either of you, and I want to thank you for making this search very easy." Raphael stated as he stepped forward a single step towards Castiel. There was two of them, two insects that he could squash quite easily, but where was the fun in that? Raphael always liked to play with his dinner.
Turning towards Crowley with a blank expression, the arch angel spoke only a single sentence. "I'll give you a ten second head start." And then his attention was back on Castiel. He was giving the king of Hell a chance to run while he took care of his pesty little brother who'd been a problem since the day he met Dean Winchester.