[Being summoned to a Vessel trapped in Holy Fire, freeing himself, and then finding himself trapped again had only left Raphael with a very intense dislike of the feeling. But he saw that look on Castiel's face.

Saw it before he heard Mary speaking. And in truth, he had been about to do more than threaten.

Instead he presses gently against the dream, the sand sliding around him and him alone until he is sitting on it once more. Back straight, leg crossed so that his ankle rested on his knee, hands loosely together so that his fingers are just barely laced, jaw more relaxed, though the muscles around this eyes are still tight and those eyes are locked on Castiel. And his voice had softened that hard edge, returning to something more mild.]

I did not mean to cause you distress Mary. My little brother and I are simply long over due for a conversation. And he had been avoiding me.

[Which he can no longer do~]