It couldn't have been more than the space of a breath or two, but Dean felt frozen for an eternity before he lunged. He'd known Roger had issues, far more than even the multitude he wore on his sleeve, but to hear them spoken so brazenly...

Dean's body was moving forward before he had time to will it so. "Fuck you," he snarled, catching Roger around the waist. They hit the ground hard enough to send up a spray of dirt. "None of that means anything. You're a good man and you don't deserve this. Nobody does." He startled at the drop of wet that exploded suddenly against Roger's cheek. Dean swiped hard beneath his eyes, ensuring no more would find a similar mark. "Two good men have died for me already. That's two too many, and I wouldn't - I'd never want that for you." Dean shook his head. "Not you, no matter what I got out of it."