Inside, there was a bit of disconnect going on. Because from his body's perspective...Dean was a corpse. But for his memories and his soul? He was in Hell.

Which meant his body remained still for a few more seconds, before black eyes opened. He then smoothly stood up with a cold look.

"Seriously? I thought Alastair gave up on showing me my brother years ago."

He started to move, and then stopped in surprise.

"A fucking trap?" he snarled.