Up until now, angel possessions have occurred just out of our view, with the attendant bright white light illuminating either walls or other people's faces, or simply burning the images from the screen, but this evening we're witness to the full process, and like I said: Awesome. Intense, blue-white bolts of electricity -- seemingly charging into the room from all directions -- coalesce into four main streams that shoot into Donnie's upper back, and they then arch up into the air, their bottommost tendrils dancing across the floor, drawing ever closer to Donnie's body until they clearly form a pair of enormous wings anchored to the base of his neck. Every light fixture and electrical outlet in the house explodes in tandem with the wings' solidification until suddenly, everything goes dark, from which emerges Donnie's angel-enhanced voice to intone, "Castiel?" "Raphael!" My Sweet Baboo attempts to snarl, but he's no match for the archangel as far as deep-registered threatening intonations go, so we'll jump ahead a little bit to listen to Dean's attempt at insulting the new arrival instead: "I thought you were supposed to be impressive, and all you do is black out the room?" "And the Eastern Seaboard," Raphael amends. Kick ass. Well, except for the part where I'm now sitting in the dark, recapping on battery power. "It is a testament to my... unending mercy," Raphael continues, choosing his words carefully as an electrical storm rages outside, "that I do not smite you here and now." My Sweet Baboo attempts a brave face, but just ends up gulping nervously. Heh. "Or maybe you're full of crap!" Dean sneers, leaping to defend his boyfriend's honor. "Maybe you're afraid God'll bring Cas back to life again," he taunts, "and smite you, you candy-ass skirt!" Dean's words have only served to make Castiel incredibly tense. Hee. "By the way, I'm Dean!" Our Dear Boy grins, insolently wiggling his fingers around in a little wave. "I know who you are," Raphael states -- more than a bit of menace in his tone, and not even deigning to look Dean in the eye -- "and now, thanks to him, I know where you are!" "You won't kill him," Castiel immediately growls. "You wouldn't dare!" Perhaps not, but Raphael will drag Dashing El Deano up to Michael, and as we now know, that would be a fate worse than death, correct? "Correct! [Hic!]"