He'd been trying not to be impressed with Ron but seriously, he knew how to handle a crossbow, knew when to take no for an answer, and he hadn't freaked out helping him earlier. Why weren't all civvies this awesome? Sure he'd probably be out of a job, but man, all those times a civvie got hysterical or did something stupid or was just a general pain in the ass? Could've probably been halved if people got it through their heads that wigging out just made things worse, not better. The corner of Dean's mouth twitched, as if he was trying not to smile, and he just grunted. Technically all Ron said was he knew how to use one - proving he could was another thing entirely.
Dean waved away the offer of help. "I'm cool right now. Think I'm hittin' my second wind. But if I start feeling really crappy, I'll tell you, okay?"
It was a lot more than he'd give to a civilian normally. First of all, he knew and Ron knew Dean wasn't in great shape right now and second, so far he was liking Ron, and he knew if he might need help, Ron could probably handle that much. He'd already handled him when he was half-conscious. Dean thought he could walk but even that seemed more like a question in his mind than just being sure. With how his legs and whole body felt like Jello, he might actually have to take up that offer, he realized as he went to the door and opened it, stepping over the salt line. With all the layers, he felt like he was living in the Arctic or something, but it was either that or just rest up in the room. He could recover after he had Punk-Ass in that devil's trap.
"There's some stairs out in the Main Hall," he said over his shoulder as he stepped into the darkness. Dean had to brace himself with the wall as he waited for Ron to join him. Once his new "partner" was ready, Dean led the way down the dark halls, trying to at least make it to the Main Hall without having to go asking if that offer for help was still good.
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Dean was in (not gay) love.
He'd been trying not to be impressed with Ron but seriously, he knew how to handle a crossbow, knew when to take no for an answer, and he hadn't freaked out helping him earlier. Why weren't all civvies this awesome? Sure he'd probably be out of a job, but man, all those times a civvie got hysterical or did something stupid or was just a general pain in the ass? Could've probably been halved if people got it through their heads that wigging out just made things worse, not better. The corner of Dean's mouth twitched, as if he was trying not to smile, and he just grunted. Technically all Ron said was he knew how to use one - proving he could was another thing entirely.
Dean waved away the offer of help. "I'm cool right now. Think I'm hittin' my second wind. But if I start feeling really crappy, I'll tell you, okay?"
It was a lot more than he'd give to a civilian normally. First of all, he knew and Ron knew Dean wasn't in great shape right now and second, so far he was liking Ron, and he knew if he might need help, Ron could probably handle that much. He'd already handled him when he was half-conscious. Dean thought he could walk but even that seemed more like a question in his mind than just being sure. With how his legs and whole body felt like Jello, he might actually have to take up that offer, he realized as he went to the door and opened it, stepping over the salt line. With all the layers, he felt like he was living in the Arctic or something, but it was either that or just rest up in the room. He could recover after he had Punk-Ass in that devil's trap.
"There's some stairs out in the Main Hall," he said over his shoulder as he stepped into the darkness. Dean had to brace himself with the wall as he waited for Ron to join him. Once his new "partner" was ready, Dean led the way down the dark halls, trying to at least make it to the Main Hall without having to go asking if that offer for help was still good.
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[Sorry, had to mod Ronixis as joining him/following since I totally just remembered I was going to link them out]