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Castiel braced himself as the dark brown wolf charged towards him. He leapt forward, shifting into panther form easily. He missed the wolf though and whirled, growling.

The brown wolf snarled. "Get out of my territory, cat."

Castiel relaxed his stance slightly. "This is your territory?"

"Yes." The wolf narrowed his eyes.

Castiel nodded. "Then I apologize. I didn't mean to trespass, or steal. I'll be leaving." He turned away, shifting back to human.

He was walking away, when he saw Dean.

"Hey Cas." Dean jogged over. "Find anything to eat?"

"Dean." Castiel interjected, but Dean continued.

"What, your hunting skills not what you said they were?" Dean teased.

"Dean." Castiel repeated.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Someone lives on this territory." Castiel told him.

Dean froze. "Crap. Let's go."

"Dean?" A gruff voice asked. "Is that you boy?"

Dean looked around Castiel. "Bobby?"

Castiel turned, the brown wolf had turned into an older man, who was staring at Dean.

Dean grinned. "Bobby!" He walked forward. "Come on Cas."

Castiel followed after him, head cocked slightly.

Dean grinned. "Cas, this is Bobby. He was a member of our pack until he couldn't put up with us idjits anymore." Dean placed his hand on Castiel's shoulder. "Bobby, this Castiel."

Castiel nodded in greeting. "Hello."

Bobby glanced at Dean. "Where's your brother?"

Dean swallowed. "It's a long story."

Bobby shrugged. "My house is that way." He pointed over his shoulder. "You two can tell me what I'm missing."

XXX

Dean looked around. "Bobby, how's you get this stuff?" He asked. "Coyotes?"

Were-coyotes sold anything they could find or make. Furnature, houses, land, and information. They were basically traveling sales people. They also made great alcoholic beverages.

"No." Bobby glanced at Dean. "You're thiner then this idjit."

Dean swallowed. "Do you have something to eat?"

Bobby nodded and pointed. "Kitchen's in there. Don't make yourselves sick."

Dean and Castiel hurried into the room Bobby pointed to.

Dean glanced at Castiel. "Anything in particular?"

Castiel shook his head. "I'm hungry enough to eat anything."

Dean pulled out some meat from the ice box and glanced at Cas.

"Frozen or cooked?" He joked.

Castiel gave the meat a strange look. "What is it?"

Dean stared at him. "You've never had quail?" Castiel shook his head.

Dean chuckled. "Well, I hope you like it." He started warming it in a pan.

Castiel watched Dean moved around the kitchen, his blue eyes never leaving Dean.

The other glanced over, and a flash of pain crossed Dean's face.

"Sammy loved hunting quail." Dean mumbled before going back to watching the pan.

The mouthwatering scent reached Castiel and he almost died. Castiel blushed slightly as his stomach growled.

"Hang on Cas." Dean told him, "It'll be done in a minute." His own stomach growled and Dean offered a small smile.

Dean and Castiel devoured half of the bird easily, Castiel eating it almost as fast as Dean.

Castiel didn't eat much when he'd lived with the other panthers, since he hardly did anything. Which led to him being thinner than most panthers, and that's why he looked slightly starved. But he didn't tell Dean that.

Dean and Castiel walked back into the room Bobby had gone to. A small fire was going and Bobby was sitting in a chair reading.

He looked up. "There are chairs in this room for a reason."

Dean sat down, as did Castiel, sitting very close to Dean.

"About what happened to us." Dean started.

Bobby looked up. "Wait a moment Dean." He glanced at the door. "Where is that idjit?"

The door opened and man in a suit walked in.

"I found these two." Bobby gestured to Dean and Castiel. "Something happened, that they were about to tell me. But I was waiting for you."

The man glanced at Dean and Castiel. "Oh."

"Who are you?" Dean asked, eyes narrowed.

Castiel suddenly spoke. "You were that crow."

The man glanced over. "Correct. I'm Crowley."

Dean blinked. "A were-crow?" He asked. He'd never met a were-bird. Only wolves, coyotes, panthers and a fox once.

Crowley nodded. "Now, we know the middle of the story, that you were capture and broke out with his help." He nodded to Castiel. "And there was a scrape in the Canyon, before a flood ended it."

Dean stared at him. "You were watching?"

Crowley shrugged, and glanced at Bobby. "I saw you get captured and told him. He got worried about you morons."

Dean huffed. "We have names you know. I'm Dean."

"Castiel." Castiel added.

Crowley nodded. "Thanks for the dinner by the way."

Castiel met his gaze. "It was nothing. You were the one who convinced me to give it to Dean."

Bobby cleared his throat. "This is all well and good. But maybe you ought to explain everything."

Dean swallowed. "Sam I got separated from our pack about a month ago." He started. He explained that in the storm Sam had slipped and broken his arm, Roger had found them and brought them back to his den.

"He didn't find you Dean." Castiel commented.

Dean glanced at him. "What?"

Castiel explained. "Roger had probably been following you for a while before he came out of hiding."

Dean shrugged. "He still helped." He summarized the disastrous trip to the mountains, the breakout, the fight and waking up on the shore.

Dean paused. "You pulled me out." He stared at Crowley.

The man smirked. "If I let you drown Bobby would've killed me."

Dean stared at him. "Anyway, Sam and Roger must've drowned."

"What makes you say that?" Bobby asked.

"Roger and Sam were nowhere near the Canyon." Castiel answered quietly, "We looked for them for at least a mile."

Crowley shrugged. "I want to check for myself."

Dean stood up. "Does it matter?" He asked. "Sam and Roger are missing and we can assume they're dead."