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An." Please excuse the fact that I change what the were-panthers are called. Panthers are called many things, cougar, pumas, panthers, catamount (My personal favorite) and mountain lions.
And remember, italics not in quotation marks means thoughts. Italics not in quotation marks means mind-speech.
Dean paced, stepping over Sam, who was sprawled out across the cave floor. The black wolf's hind leg almost caught on his russet colored brother's front one.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Lay down, would you?" He asked, not bothering to lift his head.
Dean glared at him. "Lay down?"
"Yes." Roger agreed, curled up in a corner. "Lay down." He was curled up like a cat, tail over nose, only his ears standing up.
Dean huffed, but sat down. He wished he was anywhere but here. He'd like to be with his pack. His family, even if they'd accidently left him and Sam behind.
He and Sam had gotten separated from their pack in a storm. Trying to find their way, Sam had slipped on the wet grass of the moor and rolled down a hill.
Dean closed his eyes, remembering that night.
[He stood over his brother, who'd shifted human.
"Dean." Sam had muttered, clutching his arm. "I think I broke it."
Dean shoved his wet bangs out of his eyes as rain continued to pelt them.
Both brothers felt eyes on them and looked up the slope. A flash of lightning illuminated the lean build of a mountain lion standing above them. As thunder rumbled, the lion leapt into the air, landing next to Sam.
He shifted to a man about their age, with black hair and golden brown eyes.
"I can help you two." He offered. "Are you willing to trust me?"
Sam and Dean shared a look, and nodded.]
Roger had set Sam's arm, and made sure it healed correctly. Just because they were shape-shifters didn't mean they couldn't heal incorrectly. Then he'd continued to help them.
[Roger leaned against the wall of the cave he lived in.
"So, you two want to get to your pack?" He doubled checked.
Sam stood up. "They're probably really worried by now."
Roger nodded. "I can get you across the mountain." His eyes narrowed. "It won't be easy, the group on the mountain will kill me first chance they get." He met their questioning gazes. "I walked out and they got pissed. But if we stayed out of their territory as we cross we should be good."]
Dean glanced at Roger. He'd helped them several times, risking his life, and they'd repaid him by screwing him.
Sam sat up. "Okay, Roger. Who was everybody?"
Roger raised his head. "Zachariah is the leader. He's old, so his second-command, Raphael, is probably waiting for him to keel over."
"Looks like he doesn't have long to wait." Dean muttered, thinking of the grizzled mountain lion that had talked down, literally and figuratively, to them.
Roger chuffed, a noise that big cats make, and shook his head. "Nope. Uriel is their general you could say, their strong arm."
Dean glanced out of the cave. "And what about him? Who's he?"
"That's Castiel." Roger looked down, his voice sounded guilty.
Sam glanced at him as he rolled onto his stomach. "I thought a black pelt was rare among your kind."
"It is." Roger confirmed, nodding his head slightly. "Castiel is considered a disappointment. Most were excellent fighters or great strategist. Castiel, well, isn't." He growled, lashing his tail and flattening his ears/
"What?" Dean asked, noticing the cat's tone of voice, angry and still guilt ridden.
Roger sighed. "Castiel and I were good friends. I left him here though." His amber eyes glowed in the faint light that spilled in from the entrance. "He may not be the dark pelt, but he's a good guy."
"The dark pelt?" Sam asked.
Roger nodded. "Just some prophecy, about a dark pelt will end the feud of friends." He sighed.
Sam and Dean both lay down. Roger glanced towards the entrance, padding slowly forward.
"Castiel? Hey, you there?"
"What?" A flat monotone asked.
Roger flinched back, and looked to the side. "I'm sorry."
Dean felt the air move as Roger padded towards the back of the den.
"I'm sorry, my friend." Roger repeated.
Dean paused, wondering, Who's Gabriel? And why do they think Roger knows where he is? Why do they care anyway? But one look at Roger and it was clear. The mountain lion wouldn't be answering any more questions.
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Castiel and Sam: * gives you puppy dog eyes *
