Uh-uh. This was not happening. Dean dropped the lion, and he swore again he heard a noise that... no. He had to be hallucinating. From fear.
But if it was the lion or Jo as he went up like a helium balloon, he chose Jo.
Dean grabbed her wrist, tightly. It was probably a little too tightly, but he was scared. And he absolutely did not want to drop her.
He was trying to figure out if he could steer, at least. It seemed like he could avoid things like trees and rides, but... soon they were a lot higher than Dean was comfortable with.