Well, it seems whatever that was didn't have any immediate effects or something visible at least... Aze thought to himself while he cleaned Raphael's face

Color was coming back to Raphael’s face, but Aze noticed his freckles were still gone. There was just a tiny dot remaining underneath his lips. 

“Oh, sunshine..." he mutters and gently kisses it.

Once everything was sorted, Aze sat down on the armchair close to the bed and started thinking about... everything. How did this happen? Who did this? Why? What's the next step? What could've happened if he hadn’t knocked? Will he be alright after this? What if he doesn’t wak- 

"I should've listened to him", he said mournfully.

He couldn’t do anything, he didn’t even know if Raphael was safe right now. The only thing he could do was stay by the angel’s side and... Wait. The demon sighed and just waited.

Silence.

Azazel suddenly noticed that he was in the record store, but something felt… off, though what was off he couldn't pinpoint that quickly.

It was the shop, everything was in its place, he knew this place like the back of his hand… So why did he feel lost? 

The album covers were all blurry; the plants were alive, but the colors were too bright to the point of stinging the eyes. The light was moving slightly, giving everything a daze-like feeling, and even though there was no sound. 

The silence.

Was unnerving once you noticed it.

Azazel stood there confused, afraid to turn around. Why am I afraid to turn around all of the sudden? I should turn around, I know there's nothing the- Should I? 

Silence. 

He started hearing the birds’ singing again.

Aze fully opened his eyes, the morning light wasn’t wavering, the colors were perfect and Raphael was sleeping peacefully on his bed. No record store, there were still at his place. 

"Fuck.”