After an ardous long while, while the pair felt their muscles straining, hands aching from the throbbing pain that rippled through every fiber of their being.
They hands finally made contact with the edge of the statue, their hands propelling them into the ground above them.
They both collapsed on the floor almost immediately, their breath heavy and uneven.
Dean in particular gasped heavily, eyes shrinking and widening with each inhalation and exhalation, his gaze lingering on the crimson cracked sky above.
"Ha...ha..."
That had been so...exhausting.
He felt as though every fiber of his being, every muscle, every organ had been strained to their limit. His lungs in particular burned, his breath a desperate gasp as he panted continuously, his breath in tandem with the uneven pace of his heartbeat.
A while later.