Dean didn't need to tell Jo twice. As soon as she heard the hellhound closing in on them, she had to force herself to focus. She was on his heels, keeping pace as they ran. She barely had the chance to realize that Dean wasn't looking good.
And then he'd dropped the anvil on the helhound. The splat was incredibly satisfying. If only killing them in real life had been that easy...
No, this wasn't the time to think about them. That would only lead to ending up in the emotional equivalent of the fetal position, which wouldn't help either of them.
"I was in the bathroom in our room," she told him.
She really didn't want to get into her nightmares, because that might lead to the awkward discussion regarding how much she was afraid that it hadn't been a normal possession and that it might happen again.
"I was able to get a wall up when he appeared. That at least slowed him down. Until he dumped me in here."