Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Dean should be grateful.

A.N.: Yes, Cas and Dean should've found Sam. But here's why they didn't. And what happened to Roger is explained too.

Gabriel rarely came anywhere near the Canyon. It was too dangerous, someone might see him. But he'd heard the roar several miles downstream and came to see how bad the flood was going to be.

His paws fell against the familiar rocks, as he looked over the raging current. The churning waves splashed the cliff, the water level ten feet higher than normal.

Something caught his eye and Gabriel looked over. A man lay passed out on the ground, the water lapping at his ankles.

Gabriel padded forward to pull him away from the waves. The scent of canine told Gabriel that he was saving a were-wolf.

Gabriel sort of threw the were-wolf over his back, then moved his body so the guy wouldn't fall off.

Man, he's heavy. Gabriel thought to himself. The smell of wolf reminded him of Roger. His friend had left to help two wolves catch up to their pack. He felt a small pain in his chest knowing Roger probably wouldn't be back. Once he got across the mountains, he'd probably decided to stay there.

The fur on his shoulder ruffled as the were-wolf sighed. Gabriel shivered slightly and hurried towards his den.

XXX

Sam could feel something soft underneath him. He slowly opened his eyes, he was laying on top of deer pelts. He sat up, throwing blankets off him.

"So you're awake." A voice commented. "About time."

Sam turned his head, to see the outline of someone leaning against the doorway. Whoever it was, he was short. Even though Sam was over six feet, this guy was short.

"Where am- Who are- What's going on?" Sam finally decided on a question.

The man ticked off the answers on his fingers. "This is my den, I'm Gabriel, and I found you by the Canyon, half-drowned and dragged your ass the three miles back to my place."

Sam blinked. "Gabriel."

["Roger, who's Gabriel?" Sam asked the were-panther, grateful for mind-speak. Since he was getting winded. He'd been wondering about it since Zachariah meantioned him. Now that they were free, he could focus on the question.

Roger glanced over his shoulder. "He was the first were-panther to leave the group willingly. We're friends and they guessed that I knew where he was."

"Do you?" Castiel asked.

Roger didn't answer right away. "No. He moves around a lot. He's probably moved since I saw him last."]

Sam blinked again as he realized something else. "Roger." The panther had hauled him out, so where was he?

"You know Rog?" Gabriel asked, brightening. "You must've been one of the wolves he was helping. I thought you'd be gone by now, since it's been a month." Gabriel froze, Sam could see his eyes darkening.

"What happened?" Gabriel asked carefully, realizing something was wrong.

Sam swallowed, and explained slowly, Gabriel asking few questions. Sam felt numb as he talked about being capture, escaping, the flood and Roger pulling him out. It seemed surreal as if it had happened to someone else.

"So I was by myself?" Sam asked quietly. Gabriel nodded slowly, his hazel eyes dark.

"Then they must've drowned." Sam murmured.

Gabriel sat down next to him. "I'm sorry."

Sam swallowed, blinking back tears. His brother, Dean, gone. Roger, who'd helped them no matter what, to the point he'd died for them. Sam even felt bad about Castiel and he hardly knew him.

"Come on." Gabriel murmured. "I've got some food. You need to eat." He gently herded Sam into the larger cave, which served as his main room.

XXX LINE BREAK!

Two voices were talking about something. Grass was crushed underneath him, some was tickling him.

"I think he's alive." One of the voices commented.

"He is but he feels like crap." Roger replied, not opening his eyes. Memories were flashing behind his eyes and he didn't want to deal with anything.

[Roger jumped back into the water. He'd saved Sam, now for Dean and Castiel. A second splash made him start to turn. He'd told Sam that he'd take care of this. A wave splashed in his eyes and his vision blurred. When he lifted his head, he couldn't see Sam in the water or on the cliff. He swung his head around, looking for his friends. Waves and branches crashed over Roger and knocked him under. He pulled himself onto a log and started jumping.]

"I let them down." Roger murmured, "I tried and I let them down."

"Okay then." The second voice muttered. "He's crazy." There was a soft thud, followed by someone exclaiming, "Ow!"

Roger opened his eyes to see who was talking.

A sandy haired man was rubbing his shoulder and glaring at a brown haired man above him.

"Do I know you?" Roger asked, his voice rasping slightly. They looked familiar to him, faintly. He narrowed his eyes, thinking back to when he was younger, living with the other were-panthers.

"Lucifer." Roger murmured as he pieced it together. "I know you're Lucifer. But he's Michael and he's supposed to be dead."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. "You know, I think I do recognize you."

Michael spoke. "Roger?" He glanced at Lucifer. "Remember? That younger panther that Gabriel was always talking to?"

"That would be me. I grew since you died." Roger groaned. "So it looks like we need to talk."

"Indeed we do." Michael grabbed his arm, and Lucifer grabbed his other.

"First off, call me Luce." Lucifer commented. "But he's Michael."

"Okay Luce." Roger could barely support himself. "Sorry, I think I'm going to pass out."

"Feel free." Michael adjusted his grip. "We'll get you to our hide-out."

XXX

Roger awoke in a den, the rich smell of earth in his nose. His eyes adjusted quickly allowing him to see in the dark.

"Hey. Roger right?" A young voice asked.

Roger turned to see a young were-panther watching him.

Roger answered. "Yes." He didn't feel like giving more than monosyllabic answers.

"It's different underground then in a cave." She continued, "And, oh hello Michael."

"Jormal, you can go." Michael ordered. The talkative girl slipped out, passing Lucifer as he entered.

"We knew that you had been captured by Zachariah." Lucifer stated. "We managed to find that out from a scouting patrol. They overheard a conversation. That's why we didn't recognize you when we found you."

Roger nodded. "Anything else?" His voice didn't rasp as much.

Roger realized he was still hungry. He was thirsty too, for that matter. His body hurt and he felt pang of guilt deep in his chest.

Michael answered his question. "No."

Roger nodded, then launched into the story. He summarized finding Sam and Dean, getting capture, breaking out with Castiel, the desperate run and the fight in the gorge. When he got there he stopped.

"You took on Uriel?" Lucifer asked.

Roger nodded. "He drowned. When the dam gave out, he drowned." He swallowed. "Cas, Dean and Sam were higher up on the pile. I managed to pull Sam out, and then I went back for Dean and Castiel. But Sam jumped back in, I heard the splash. And I didn't see him on the shore."

"Only you washed up here." Michael told him, "The river shoved you all the way downstream."

Roger was silent. "I knew. Some part of me knew."

Lucifer spoke. "I'm sorry."

Roger shrugged. "Can I get some sleep?"

"Eat first." Michael offered him a small plate. A piece of venison and a cup of water sat on the plate.

"Thanks." Roger drank the water slowly before tearing into the meat. He paused, slightly embarrassed.

"I do have manners." He told them.

Michael grinned. "Good. Luce doesn't."

"Hey!" Lucifer glared at him, before turning back to Roger. "They starved you. It's fine that you eat like you haven't eaten in, well, weeks."

Roger literally had to stop himself from licking the plate. Overwhelming guilt settled in his chest again, and he turned away from Lucifer and Michael. He closed his eyes, and tried to shut out thoughts of the flood.