Ways of Speech
Regular speech: "In quotation marks"
Mind-speech: "Same as regular only in Italics."
Thoughts: In plain Italics
Memories: [In brackets.]
"Dean!"
Dean ignored the call, continuing to climb up the cliff.
Sam glanced at him. "At least hear what he has to say."
Dean sighed and stopped. The black wolf swung his head, turning to see what was so important.
A large tan blur landed on the cliff next to him. Roger, the were-mountain lion traveling with them, clearly had something to say.
"Where exactly do you think we are?" Roger asked.
The black wolf snarled. "Listen, Roger, I know you're taking a risk leading us through here-"
Roger cut him off. "You realize we crossed their border right?"
Sam and Dean froze and swung their heads to look. Sam inhaled, and narrowed his amber eyes.
"Crap." The russet wolf glanced at Dean. "He's right."
Dean leapt down part of the cliff. "Why didn't you say something sooner?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Come on, we have to get out of here before we're screwed." The sound of claws, followed by a soft thump told Dean that Sam and Roger were on his flanks.
A large tan cat landed in front of him.
"Too late." Roger commented, looking to their right and up.
Dean glanced the same way. Several mountain lions stood on a cliff above them.
The cat in front of them growled. "You're coming with us."
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Dean glanced at Roger. The were-cougar's pelt was standing on end and his tail resembled a brush. Roger had left this group, and coming back was suicidal. He'd agreed to lead them through the mountain though, and now they'd gotten him captured.
Dean stumbled, and something helped him to his paws. He glanced over, a black were-cougar with blue eyes had steadied him.
Roger made a small noise when he saw the cougar. Dean nodded to the cougar in thanks and continued walking.
The group led the three to a large cave, a cliff at the top.
Roger lashed his tail, yellow eyes narrowed. "Zachariah!" A voice called.
A grizzled puma, smaller than Roger or the cougar that'd helped Dean appeared on the cliff.
"Roger. You've come home." His voice sounded reedy even in mind-speak form.
Roger growled. "Zachariah, it was a mistake. I came to stop these two. They crossed by accident. Let them go."
Sam and Dean gave each other a look. Roger didn't expect to get out of this alive.
"Hmm… No. Tear the wolves apart." Zachriah yawned. "Take Roger and torture Gabriel's location out of him."
Sam and Dean snarled at the cougars closest to them.
"Hey, wait!" Roger yelled. "I don't know where Gabriel is!" Everyone glanced at him.
Roger continued. "I haven't seen him since we left." He flattened his ears against his head.
Zachriah sighed. "Fine. Kill them."
The black cougar glanced at Roger and at Sam and Dean. "Zachariah."
"Silence Castiel." A large cougar near him whacked him with his paw.
Roger growled. "Leave him alone, Uriel." He snapped, his tail lashing.
Uriel gave Roger a dirty look and yawned.
Roger snarled and glanced at Sam and Dean. "Sorry, guys."
"Wait, please?" Castiel spoke again, bleeding slightly from a small wound on his head. Roger made another small noise.
Uriel gave him a dirty look. "What?"
Castiel shrank back. "Well, could they join us?"
Uriel spat at him. "That's stupid."
"No, no it's not." A dark voice muttered. A tan cougar padded forward.
Roger flinched back, ears flattened against his skull and hackles raised.
"Raphael." Uriel bowed his head.
The golden cougar nodded. "Castiel has an idea. If we use wolves, they'd never believe they were spies for us."
Uriel looked up. "If that's what you want."
"Hey, wait!" Dean took a step forward. Sam glanced at Roger and shoved Dean slightly.
"Shut up." Sam told his brother.
Raphael ignored them. "Take the three of them to the prisoner's den. And keep an eye on Roger."
Uriel sneered at Roger, who bared his fangs in reply.
"Hear that Castiel?" Uriel asked. "You're going to be useful."
Castiel looked at them and nodded.