Dean looked around. Wake up, okay, sure. He had to make sure no one else was here with Jo.
She was gone pretty quickly. And he was there, in that maze, with a pair of gigantic angel wings he didn't like the feel of, and an intense sense of power flowing through him.
Dean didn't want to stay here. Mostly because now that he was thinking about it, he could hear the hellhounds again.
Dean?
His head moved, and it touched Jo's face. He made a garbled noise and then something like a moan.
He muttered something about 'saving them all.'
It took a minute to open his eyes and get a little focus. "Hi."