"Raphael!"
Hidden nearby, Dean's gaze turned cold when he saw the scene ahead. He immediately understood what Castiel had gone through.
Just then, Raphael's projection slowly began to condense again, seemingly intending one last effort—or perhaps having sensed Castiel's hesitation and preparing to exert even greater pressure.
"Looks like you need a little help making your decision, Castiel!" the projection said.
"He doesn't!"
Dean suddenly leaped out from behind the tree and hurled the dagger in his hand, which had been soaked in 'Demon-Exorcising Source Water,' directly at the projection before it had fully solidified. It carried an expulsive force of order that belonged neither to Heaven nor Hell.
"Dean~!" Raphael's projection was shocked and enraged at the sight of him, raising a hand to block.
This insignificant human actually dared attack him. But this guy was Michael's chosen 'vessel on Earth,' so there was truly nothing Raphael could do to Dean.
The strange power contained within the demon-hunting dagger collided with the projection of holy light, producing a sizzling, corrosive sound. The projection swayed violently and became unstable.
Almost at the same moment, Wu Heng appeared beside Dean like a ghost.
He did not even glance at the projection, merely waving a hand casually.
A force mixed with evil spirits, chilling cold, dead silence, and several kinds of alien divine power struck the wavering projection like an invisible giant hand.
Bang!
Raphael's projection, containing twenty percent of his power, could not even utter another complete sentence before bursting apart like shattered glass beneath a force far beyond what its current form could withstand.
It turned into countless drifting specks of light and vanished completely.
Castiel watched the projection dissipate and let out a long breath. His eyes, when he looked at Dean and Wu Heng, were full of gratitude