[Coming from here with an unconscious Reid tied up and slung over his shoulder]

It wasn't like Punk-Ass weighed a ton, but trying to travel fast, quiet, and not even at full strength? Dean was grateful he was still hopped up on adrenaline; now to just make it back to M2 without buckling. True, he'd been recovering since breakfast and finding Sam again, but he found his breaths were coming in pants as he again shifted the dead weight. Dean grit his teeth and chugged onward, heading down the dark halls back to the block he'd originally come from.

[To here]