Breathing seemed impossible. He wanted to ask her if she was fucking kidding.
Dean tried, though.
He was trying to ballpark their height. The town wasn't tiny below them, just yet. But some of the trees were below them. Some of the rides were beneath them. Some things that very definitely should not be underneath Dean's feet were, in fact, under his feet.
And then, suddenly, they weren't. He wasn't flying anymore.
He was falling.
And, he thought to himself, as he landed in a tree, having a stroke.