Aidan/Dean
Dean wasn't so certain about that. He had the feeling if those statues truly wanted to follow them into the stairwell and up the stairs, they'd figure out a way to do it. He let out a breath. "Hell if I know, man. I've tried avoiding these damn things as much as I could this whole time."
The curse almost jarred Dean to look over his shoulder. He only managed to keep his eyes on the statue out of sheer willpower alone. It was dwindling, though, and too many more problems would make the whole situation fall down around them.
"I don't like the sound of that," he said. And as Aidan elaborated, he liked it even less. "Perfect," he muttered. "Alright, is there any of 'em past her?," he asked. "If you can keep your eyes on her and move past her, I can follow after you. Backwards. Fuck. This whole goddamn thing is so fucking complicated."