Raphael stepped before the figure that was kneeling on the floor before him. The angel canted his head to the side slightly, his dark brown eyes taking in the broken features that he had helped to bring about. It irritated him that the body he had been forced to take over was that of a woman. Human women were weak in his eyes. But he was not weak and planned to prove that fact despite what he had been driven to 'wear'. The female before him was not human either, at least...not for the moment. Raphael crouched down at her side and leaned a little closer to speak. "All of this pain can go away, Sophia. You know why you were called here." The crumpled form at his side moaned softly and lifted her head, blood streaked across her cheeks and chin collected in a single rivulet that made its way down her neck. "I will...not...hurt him, Raphael."

"Dear child," he said in a soft tone, "I don't want you to hurt him. I want you to save him." When the battered angel lifted her face a little more to look into Raphael's eyes, the masculine angel allowed his female form to serve him. The graceful features took on a concerned expression. He lifted a delicate hand and ran it gingerly over Sophia's hair, suppressing a smile as she flinched. This was how defiant servants should act, at least in Raphael's eyes. "You do want to save him...don't you, Sophia?" The head angel marveled at how easily he could use his female vessel's voice to make him sound so sincere. "Yes," Sophia whispered through gritted teeth.

The beautiful dark angel rose to his feet and smiled triumphantly. He could make this work. In a week's time he would have Castiel back in heaven and under guard and the Winchesters would not be a problem anymore. He would keep his unspoken promise to Sophia. He would not kill Castiel, no. That would only serve to make the angel a martyr and he didn't need someone else stepping up to take his place. No, in time, he would have Castiel's allegiance, he would make sure of that. "Good girl," Raphael affirmed, "and to do that, you know what must be done."

Sophia drew in a sharp breath and closed her eyes. What Raphael asked of her, she knew her Father never would have. She even knew that Castiel would have never asked such a thing of her. Still, the desire within her to protect her charge was greater than any other feelings she had. When she answered Raphael, it was with a broken voice. "You are going to bind my grace deep within me so that I will fall. Once I am human, I will seek out Castiel and gain his trust." Here she paused, because it felt to her like she was being ripped apart from the inside out. The very thought of tricking Castiel turned Sophia's stomach and made her head throb. When Raphael tapped his foot, she knew she had better finish recanting her tasks before he grew impatient with her. "Once I have won him over, he will take me to the Winchesters. In their presence, the spell you will weave on my grace will be banished and I shall become an angel again."

A tear made its way down Sophia's cheek, its twin soon following from the opposite eye. She swallowed thickly as she struggled to maintain her composure. Raphael reached down and placed a smooth hand beneath her chin and raised the broken angel's eyes to his. "Then what will you do, Sophia? The timing must be exact." A sob escaped the younger girl at the thought of what came next. "I will banish Castiel back to heaven through the Enochian sigil you will carve into my chest."

"Yessss," Raphael crooned, pleased by Sophia's words. "And your final task?" The broken angel's brows furrowed as she sought some reason for what she would be forced to do last. When Raphael gripped her chin harder and gave her a little shake, Sophia knew that her time was running out. She answered in a shaky voice. "I will then kill Dean and Sam Winchester before returning to heaven."

Raphael released her chin roughly and raised to his vessel's full height. The utter look of pleasure that spread across the feminine features were enough to chill Sophia to the bone. He pulled out his angel sword and swirled it once in his lithe hands, then he moved closer to the kneeling servant and whispered in a deceitfully soothing tone. "Very good, Sophia. Very good. Shall we begin, then?" The broken angel cringed as he gripped her shirt and ripped the front open. From outside the room other angels heard nothing but tortured screams.