If Michael had previously been confused, now he was absolutely shocked. This was definitely unlike Raphael. Not many things could bring fear to him, the leader of the Hosts, but Raphael actually attacking a demon... It frightened him, for reasons he'd rather not dwell too much on.

For some time he just stood there in some kind of a daze. When Raphael finally passed out, however, he was instantly moving, still feeling numb but now knowing what to do. Take care of Raphael. Yes, this he knew, this he could do, this he knew exactly how to react to. This was something he could handle.

Kneeling down next to the collapsed healer, he gently picked Raphael into his arms. The fear inside him faded as he was completely concentrated on Raphael, his beloved Raphael, who was so very small and fragile, lying unconscious in his arms.

He glanced at Crowley, opening his mouth in an attempt to speak but failing to find words. Finally he just shut his mouth again, giving the demon one last glance, all his confusion and fear showing through his eyes, all those emotions he didn't even know the reasons for.

Then he turned around and fled. Take care of Raphael. Get Raphael safe. Let him get some rest.

That much he could do.