Roger had expected Dean's bile, hell, he'd counted on it, but what he hadn't expected was to land flat on his back with Dean hovering murderous and righteous over him.

"Then don't make me have to!" Roger said, the fight in him returning as he jolted his right shoulder in a likely futile attempt to throw Dean off. "Don't play the fucking martyr and leave me here to deal with this place by my self!" It was a little too much honesty, and Roger swung a leg free with surprising and unknown momentum.