It happens so god damn fast it makes his head spin. One second the scream is rolling through his uncovered ears, consuming every thought and every sense in its intensity, the next Jo is moving. He hasn't even recovered enough to see it, to see the start of that trap triggering.

But she does.

She tears away from him harder than she'd done after seeing her own death, she bolts, the gears in his mind finally start turning again just in time to send his heart rate spiking through the roof.

What the hell is she-

Wait.

What?

Did she just-

What?

Geralt limps forward, but for a long moment all Dean can do is look back and forth between the two of them utterly bewildered.

"How long were you two in here?!"

More importantly, what the hell did he miss? It's gotta be something big, because last he checked the two of them hated each other. Now, all of a sudden— whatever that was?

Whether they answer or not, he'll start dimly walking forward, still processing.

Two and a half seconds later, his foot falls through the floor.

Nope, no, wait, the floor falls through the floor, the whole damn thing's gone and they're plummeting.