Castiel grew concerned when his youngest charge began to withdraw from them, preferring to lock himself in his room, pushing himself away from everyone and anyone. He wouldn't grant entrance to his brother, nor to his mother, and especially their seraph friend. When he began to show up with blood dripping down his hands, he knew that something was seriously off, and he called for the only one he knew could fix this.
The Healer did not look pleased to have been interrupted from his doings to come down and see what the matter was that caused such concern, he was still no friend to the Winchesters and their Angel, and would prefer for them to learn life's lessons the hard way then aid them in the process.
"What is the problem this time, Castiel?"
"Sam has changed in temperament." He raised his head slightly. "I though it best to contact you for the situation."
Raphael gave him a dull stare. "You interrupted my day with my fledgling because of a mere temperamental change?" he looked between the three of them with an equal amount of distaste. "Perhaps he's finally seen how tedious you all are and has decided to wipe his hands of you. He was always the smart one."
"My son wouldn't do that. Family is everything." Mary Winchester stepped forward, ringing her hands together in worry, staring at the archangel with hope in her gaze. "Please. Please help my son."
He stared at her for a moment, as though weighing his decision in his mind, and heaved a sigh as he nodded his head.
"Tell me what happened?" he looked between the three of them. "You say his temperament has changed, how so?"
"He's withdrawn. Locked himself in his room." She's still wringing her hands. "He came out the other day dripping blood on the floor."
The Archangel lifted an eyebrow. "Dripping blood?"
Mary Winchester nodded. "Yes. He'd cut himself. Deeply. We had to take everything sharp out of his room."
"Has there been any signs of this coming on?"
"None." She shook her head. "It just…just happened."
"So suddenly?"
The hunter nodded. "So suddenly."
He hummed, nodding as his mind whirled with possibilities, there was really only one he could think of. "Go get the boy."
Dean looked to Castiel at the order, as though inquiring on whether he should follow it or not, and the Healer cleared his throat.
"If you wish me to help him, then I suggest you retrieve him, and do so fast. I have a prior engagement I am late for and I will not be around for long."
The hunter turned and ran for his brothers room, not wanting to find out if he would truly leave them to deal with this on their own or not, Raphael waited impatiently for him to return with his brother.
It took him only a moment of mere glancing at him to know what has happened.
He turned back to the Seraph immediately. "What have you done to Zaveriel to make him so angry at you?"
"I don't understand."
"It wasn't a difficult question." Raphael waved a hand in front of the hunters face and the withdrawn glaze to his eyes disappears. "This is his doing." He turned back to the seraph. "So, what have you done?"
"He would not—"
"Oh yes he would." He crossed his arms loosely and tapped a finger to his lips. "He dislikes you, deeply, and would most certainly do what he could to cause you pain." He gestured towards the humans. "What better way then to harm your humans. Sam Winchester harming himself would be the one way to bring his brother to his knees. And the sure way to bring his mother to hers would be witnessing her sons fall apart. That would be the ultimate revenge." He glared back at the seraph once more. "So I repeat, what have you done?"
Mary Winchester stepped forward. "How?" she looked confused. She never heard of an angel who could do that to a person.
"Pathokinesis. Induced Empathy. The manipulation of emotions." He looked between them all carefully. "Why do you think we all try so hard to keep him in high spirits?" Raphael looked upwards for a moment. "He could bring entire cities to their knees without ever touching a single soul."
"You will tell him to stop."
"Who are you to order me about?" The archangel glared at the seraph. "I will do no such thing. You asked me to help your friend, and I have." He shook his head. "I won't let him seriously harm any of you, but I will not stop him, so I would think hard on what it was you did that angered him so much."