Disclaimer: I still don't own Supernatural.
Dean slowly opened his eyes. His muscles hurt from where Uriel'd struck him, and from the river's abuse.
"Dean?" Dean glanced over to meet a pair of blue eyes. Castiel was staring at him, his clothes stuck to his skin. Dean blinked, the guy was lean, built for the terrain like Roger.
"Dean?" Castiel repeated.
Dean shook his head. "Yeah, Cas?"
Castiel paused. "Roger and Sam. Do you see them?"
Dean looked around. "Roger! Sam!" He hesitated. "Bitch!"
Castiel gave him an odd look. "Why did you say that?"
"It's something me and my brother do." Dean replied. "Sam! Sammy!" Desperation crept into his tone.
"Sammy!" He yelled, his voice breaking slightly. The black wolf reappeared, and threw its head back. A mournful howl sounded, the pain in its voice causing Castiel to blink, and his heart to go out to Dean. He'd lost Roger twice, and it hurt. But Roger was just his best friend, not his brother.
"Maybe Sam and Roger washed up somewhere." Castiel suggested, getting to his feet. Dean gave a sad look, his amber eyes dark with sadness.
"No, Cas. If my little bro heard that, he'd come running." Dean replied, before shifting human.
Castiel blinked. "Sam's your younger brother?"
"Yeah." Dean gave a small smile, which disappeared quickly.
Castiel tried to reassure the wolf. "Maybe he's unconscious. It couldn't hurt to look."
Dean nodded, but his green eyes still showed signs of grief.
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After half an hour, Castiel was ready to admit that Sam and Roger had likely drowned. There was no sign of either of them. Dean staggered before sitting down.
"Give it up Cas." He told the panther sadly. "They're gone."
Castiel sat down next to him. "I don't believe it." He murmured.
"Believe it." Dean snapped, then flinched. "Sorry Cas."
Castiel stood up, looking around. "It is alright." He glanced away from the Canyon. "I'll go hunting, since I'm not certain you could handle it."
Dean grumbled. "I could handle it." But he didn't object too much. "If you're not back in a little while, I'm coming after you. I'll stay here until then."
Castiel nodded and headed off, shifting into a panther easily. He was a good hunter, years of not being fed enough lead to that. He was a good distance away, when he stumbled upon a mountain deer. Castiel had never gotten a chance to eat one before, asides from a few scraps Roger snagged for him. The black cat tensed, and was about to spring when a loud bark made the deer run.
Castiel turned, to see a dark brown wolf glaring at him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He challenged, before lunging.
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A.N.: Yes I know I'm evil.