"Jo, y'know what else I have nightmares about?" He yelled back. The wound on his arm closed. His eyes went back to normal. He could feel it, feel the wings growing out of his back, pushing against his jacket. He took it off.
Alistair didn't look like he understood what was going on because Saerian didn't, not fully. He was just as interested to know as Jo probably was.
"Saying yes to Michael."
Dean didn't know what it felt like to be a vessel, but he'd heard it described in a million not-so-nice ways that ended with the person inside being left a vegetable. What he did remember them saying, over and over, was that the power that coursed through you was a lot like riding a tsunami.
And all of it was Holy.
The wall between Jo and Dean fell, the zombies disappeared, and it was just a corn maze, now.
And Saerian was himself, not Alistair. He looked afraid.