Raphael narrowed his eyes at him. He remembered Gabriel's responses before. He remembered how he had been told it was just a dream, I can take care of myself. He adored his big brother, had been in such pain and anguish over what was "just a dream."

The gentle Archangel narrowed his eyes, tiny wings snapping out in a way that could have been threatening if they were full-sized. A green light began to shine around him and his eyes shifted to a darker colored green. "I don't have to tell you anything!" he snarled. "I'm still the Third in the Host, and I still have the ability to think for myself! I don't care if you or Michael do not believe I am well. I know I am and I don't have to prove it to anyone or even my own brothers!" He looked into Gabriel's blue eyes. "Let. Me. Go."