As far as places to crash go, Dean's seen worse. No, really, he has. The moment he realizes the mattress in his room doesn't have any lumpy spots or strange stains or odors, he's pretty much good to go; his car is safe back wherever he came from, and the rest of it can be settled as he goes.

Now he just has to figure out where he is and what put him here, dust it, and get back to what he was doing. But as far as hallucinations go, this one isn't half bad; beats hell boats in space and time, anyway. Kind of.

"Hello?" he calls when he's tired of walking, glancing up and down the hall. "Hey! You left the lights on!"