SPN Oneshots

•Raphael.

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SPN Drabble.
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It was another one of those days where Raphael was suspiciously quiet, a certain type of anger bubbling right beneath his calm exterior.
With the way his jaw ticked, his brows laid neutrally, how his shoulders squared in perfect posture, and how mellow his eyes appeared, you could tell.

You were one of the few that could always tell when something annoyed the Angel, aside from his brothers. Even then, they hardly paid him the time of day, and never asked another question.

For how tight knitted each of their relationships are described, the ArchAngels wanted absolutely nothing to do with one another. They couldn't stand each other.

But Raphael could stand you, he even liked you. Seeking out your company and pure interest for hoarding slivers of information as vast as oceans. To the pair of you, it was valuable, and vital for living.

Knowledge was everything. Not knowing what was currently going on inside the ArchAngel, though, bothered you.

"Raphael?"

You started, slowly making your way around the leather couch seated in his library. He sat there, his book in hand as he hummed gently, acknowledging you with a tilt of his head.

"Yes, Y/N?"

Raphael flicked to the next page of his chosen novel without a movement, opting to use his grace instead as he continued to read.
You sat down next to him, crossing your legs as you looked over his pensive expression.

"I can tell when something is nipping at you, and this is one of those times."

"Really?"

He responded gently as the corners of his lips ticked upwards, the fondness of your voice warming him only slightly. He placed his bookmark along the inner spine of his book and set it on his lap.

"What's eating at you, Angel?"

Raphael twitched his nose gently as his eyes roamed over your features.
They always brought a calmness to him, thought he could never exactly gather why.

"It's something trivial, trivial to myself. The answer would only annoy you."

He waved a hand gently in dismissal, his eyes quickly traversing from your, what he found, pleasant face to the arrangement of cubbies full of books that lied about the room.

Each was neat and cared for specifically, nothing ever misplaced as long as Raphael was there to organize it. You believed that his library was like a look inside his brain. Everything needed to be where it belonged, and filed away for the eyes of those that didn't have any business.

Everyone but yourself, is what you thought.

"I still want to hear it. It's affect you, obviously."

You pointed with your index finger to the stack of books on the table side next to him.

"You haven't put those away since you've read them, a few hours ago.
Not to mention, they aren't even stacked alphabetically."

Raphael clenched his fist, sighing deeply as he regarded the stack with wavering eyes. He waved his hands over the stack before they disappeared, which you assumed they only ended back up in their original slots, somewhere between here and there in the endless library.

"You've got me."

Raphael turned his head to face you once again, his brows down turned in penance. He knew he couldn't fool you anymore, and it was useless even trying to.

You can read him like a book, ironically.

"I tend to pick up on a lot, being around you as much as I am."