Frankie ran away and chased after the stick; though he was more used to playing fetch with bones.

Raphael frowned as he listened to John speak.

"You can quit being obtuse. Crowley was involved therefore it must have been something demonic. That's why I wasn't called upon. Is it? It might have even been something I wouldn't have... approved of.

I should just burn that place down," he snapped. "Not like anyone legitimately needs it. The boy keeps people from harm or they just miracle themselves well. There's no need to even have a clinic.

And that's not true at all - I'm sure there are pleanty that would be happy to spite me. After all, they already want my demise - so what's a little insult to injury?"

Frankie returned and gave Raphael the stick. He tossed it for the dog who ran after it again.