“Ah, drow,” Dean murmured as he grabbed Donovan’s shoulder and thrust him through the hole, not trusting the man to follow quickly enough now that he’d depleted his stamina making the hole. The last thing Dean would consider allowing was Donovan’s self-sacrificial nature to threaten all they’d worked on this night.<br/><br/>Hand still on Donovan’s arm, Dean fell through as well. Although Dean *did* have a method that could soften the fall for the two of them, it wasn’t the most efficient. Besides, he was eager to see whether or not this drow was trustworthy. There were many factors in his calculating mind now: a drow that made good on her debts rather than betraying the duo (as most would do at this point, creating a distraction to save her own skin), could be an ally in the long-term. And despite Dean’s desire to have some freedoms away from Donovan, that didn’t mean he ultimately wanted total separation: the two were too effective together for him to simply shirk that bond.<br/><br/>Now, with a drow as part of the mix, who knew what could be accomplished? Especially with Donovan’s moral qualms gently assuaged with a little massaging…or drowing? Oddly enough, Dean found himself grinning as he fell through the air, seeing both Donovan and the drow on the way down and finding his heart surprisingly light. Well, sort of. Heart-thing, anyway.<br/>