Eventually they'd just back into each other. Like idiots. Saerian shook his head, watching a section of rock wall fall down several feet in front of him, obliterating a handful of the more slow-moving zombies.
But this was his dream, too. And he could just... keep pulling things out of Dean's head until Dean grew a pair and got a clue.
Or until Dean tortured himself to the extent that he actually turned in his own dream. Ohh, that'd be fun.
There were only two other things Dean was afraid of. Saerian couldn't exploit one now that Jo was here, but the other... maybe he could push it.