@scarredbyxhellfire [cont.]
“You almost tried, at least.”
He’s searched these catacombs for hours and hours looking for the man, getting blisters and stress ulcers while fearing the worst had happened to his friend. And now, after watching the stubborn ass struggle to stand and keep his balance instead of taking the offer, Bucky’s just about ready to finish the job that whatever creature that called this hellhole home started instead of help him. Of course, he had been ready to throttle Dean as soon as he realized that the ‘quick little trip’ he was taking was a job.
“It wasn’t a question, jackass. Let me carry you. You’re not making it out of these long ass halls on your own two feet, not in your state. Do you know how goddamn worried I’ve been, you insufferable prick? -and it was for good fucking reason, apparently.”
Bucky kicks the bloody mess of some ungodly creation to the side, giving himself more room to work as he scoops the taller man up into his arms, holding on tight as he prepares for the weak fight from his unwilling passenger. Fine, yeah, okay, Dean had done whatever he came here to do, but he damn sure wouldn’t have been getting back in the state he’s in, and that just infuriates Bucky even more. There’s no honor or pride in accomplishing something on your own when you can’t make it back to tell the tale.