[Comprehensive British and American] Raphael refuses to go home

Everything seemed to be going well, and Raphael found free accommodation and meals, a place where he could learn how to get closer to humans.

What's even more wonderful is that this place allows him to obtain human knowledge 24 hours a day, without worrying about being caught asking where the guardian is, or why children don't have to go to sleep.

"I have to say, I like it here." Raphael threw the apple in his hand into the air, "This is the place I've seen that fits my heart the most, although there is no sky and sunshine, it looks more suitable for demons to live in. Oh, by the way, I hate enclosed spaces, and I thought I had to tell you guys."

When I woke up early in the morning, I saw an old man sitting in the library, Sam, who was very perfunctory to the old man's words, and yawned: "What are you looking at?" He slept very late yesterday, and now suddenly Seeing a guy who is full of energy without sleep all night, it is inevitable to feel that being an angel is really good.

"Oh, I'm looking at how humans describe us." Raphael shook the book in his hand, "I have to say that compared to those stories in the "Bible", what the recorders here wrote is more realistic Heaven. Of course, by 'fitting' I don't mean true to reality, it's just less funny in comparison."

His tone was very cheerful: "You can't imagine that human beings' imagination of angels has surpassed my cognitive limit for this species called 'angel'." Raphael looked at the yawning Sam, "Oh , Speaking of..."

His originally cheerful words were like a video with the pause button pressed, and it just stopped without warning.The pause was so sudden that even Dean, who was stirring the cereal with his head down, couldn't help looking up at Raphael. .

"Raphael?" Sam looked very confused, he looked at the angel whose smile froze on his face, "what happened?"

Sam's voice was like a call, Raphael tore off his crossed legs from the table and stood up straight, speaking to the person in front of him with a serious tone that Sam had never heard before. Void spat out a string of languages ​​he hadn't heard.

At the same time, Sam heard hurried footsteps behind him: "Your Excellency!" It was Cassidio who ran over, and he habitually called out the honorific in a hurry, "What is that?"

"Gabriel's horn!" Raphael raised his head and received it, "Cassie, I will borrow your skin." It was still a mandatory sentence, and after the white light flashed, it was an angel who looked terrified.

"Your Excellency Raphael!" He stood there at a loss, "Why are you with Cassidio?" His expression was still terrified, but his words were at a loss.Sam felt that the angel seemed to be immersed in some great fear, unable to extricate himself, and even logic was not restored.

Raphael, who also discovered this, skipped his question: "That's not the point, Yodshir!" He had to repeat it a second time to wake up the angel's sanity," said Amuel He only had time to squeeze you out of the flesh, what happened?"

"Amuel!" Yodshir repeated blankly, "Yes, there is also Amuel!" He blinked blankly, and finally retracted his frightened expression, "Raphael Your Excellency, Amuel, how is Amuel?" Looking at Raphael, his breathing was a little short.

"Now I know why Cassidio can never grasp the point." Dean walked behind Sam with the cereal in his hand. "This point is also very biased." With sarcasm.

In this regard, Rafael had to raise his voice: "Youd Hill, tell me what you saw!"

"I don't know," Yudhir paused, "I just don't want to lean over human beings, so I've been wandering in the human world all the time. Then suddenly there was a moment, not long ago, I heard a voice." His expression Trance, that is the expression that will never appear on Cassidio's face, "It is the voice of heaven."

In this regard, Dean tilted his head and lowered his voice to complain to Sam: "Oh, great, after angels can kill people, heaven can also speak now, right? Next time you tell me that demons save the world, I will No surprises!"

"That's Gabriel's horn," Raphael squinted at Dean, "not the real horn, but another one that's more virtualized." He looked at Yodshir, "Hey, look at me , bro." He had to spend time comforting the frightened angel, "You're safe now, so look at me and tell me what you saw?"

"I just looked for it," Yudhir's voice trembled unconsciously, "and other brothers and sisters, I saw a lot of old friends, and even Ma Feilin, the last time I saw her... "

Raphael had no choice but to call this angel who was always off topic again: "Youd Hill, the point?"

"Then they started screaming, and their bodies emitted white light, and I saw them being expelled and wiped out. That's not the angel's blade, Lord Raphael," the little angel didn't digress this time, "what is that stronger something powerful, something darker."

In this regard, Raphael frowned and began to think about the things he knew, but there was no answer: "When did Amuel appear?" It is also one of the most powerful in China.

"When he appeared in front of me," Udsir blinked and looked at the two people in nightgowns behind Raphael, "Are they also angels?"

"No, of course not." Raphael reached out and took a transparent vial from around his neck, unplugged it and put it on the table, "Amuel's ability has never been in combat." The Archangel under him Each has its own strengths. If this encounter is an assassin type, then Amuel will definitely be able to survive.

Udhill glanced at Raphael, and finally closed his eyes and left from Cassidio's body.

Sam and Dean had been looking at the mouth of the bottle. In the small bottle that was only the size of a fingernail and looked like an ornament, a few grains of silver-white spun yarn suddenly appeared.

"So there is actually no difference between the weight of an angel and the weight of a human soul?" Dean held his bowl and leaned forward to look at the spun yarn at the bottom of the small bottle, "It's pretty."

Raphael didn't care, he blocked the bottle with a stopper: "This is the weight of twelve angels, one angel per grain of sand." He ignored the shocked faces of Dean and Sam, "Amiao Er's combat ability is not high, but he has always been the most efficient one. These days, I only found twelve angels, which is lower than I imagined."

"Most of the angels died in the process of falling into the sky," Cassidio, who regained control of his body, replied, "there are still some who wander around the world without a trace. The rest, except those who hide themselves neutrally, are mostly Participated in factional struggles among the Angels, which are constantly slaughtering our numbers."

Compared with Casidio, who was full of responsibility, Raphael looked extremely indifferent, he even hummed indifferently, which was terrible perfunctory.

He hung the bottle around his neck again: "Have you had a ride to go out recently?" He straightened his shirt and looked at Brother Winchester, "Although I like your new house very much, but I have to go out."

"What are you going to do?" Sam looked at Raphael, "Want to help?" He could probably guess what it was, and in order to prevent these two angels from causing any trouble in the world, he felt that he was very obliged to help them. The two uncles deal with the funeral.

Raphael would never refuse the Winchester brothers' help.

"It would be best if you could help, after all, this is a trouble caused by your little angel." He glanced at Cassidio meaningfully, "It's just a small trouble, even Wen Che, who can be solved by Apocalypse Brother Sturt won't reject me, will he?"

His words were full of threats, and the Winchester brothers were indeed 'threatened'.

Dean shrugged and took his cereal to the kitchen, while Sam smiled at Raphael with a good temper: "Would you mind telling me what you just said, Gabriel's horn?"

"Well, the horn of Gabriel." Raphael had to repeat the name, "It's the horn that calls the angels and encourages them to go home after fighting. After blowing it, the angels will head towards the horn Convergence. Last time we met, I thought you'd seen the real thing."

Sam nodded, he was indeed impressed: "So what do you mean by virtualized horns?"

"It's not the real thing, but something that can be made with some methods and has a similar function to the horn." Raphael shook his head, "You can understand it as an imitation, an imitation with a smaller range and a narrower radiation area. This time the horn sounded very close to us, otherwise Cassidio would not have felt it."

Cassidio, who was acting as the background, nodded and turned to look at Raphael: "Does anyone in heaven know this spell?"

"I invented the spell," Raphael shook his head, "Gabriel, Lucifer, Michael, and a few of my subordinates, but they are all in Little Paradise now. If you really ask me to find out If only one person chooses," Raphael narrowed his eyes, his tone dangerous.

"There is indeed an existence that is beyond my control. Metatron, he is my father's clerk, and all the spell terms in heaven will be recorded through his hands."

Sam followed Raphael's thoughts: "You mean, this massacre is a conspiracy by Metatron? But I don't understand, he is also an angel, and even at this stall he wants to become a new God needs the support of the angels, so what is the purpose of killing each other like this?"

"If you really want me to say it," Raphael closed his eyes, "it's about deterring and attracting. Compared with you little angels who haven't experienced much in the world, Metatron's methods seem to be more mature."

Cassidio looked at Raphael in confusion, waiting for his answer.

"Those who are my enemies will end here, and those who take refuge in me will go to heaven."

Raphael replied.

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