It had to be an anteroom of Hell that had Dean dodging energy pulses and pools of acid in his bare feet. Little orange and blue rimmed gates kept opening in front of him. A female computer voice kept talking to him.
He wasn't the first person to run this maze. The handprints, the bloodstains, and the graffiti told him that.
He'd stopped listening to the voice, but then it said:
"-and then there will be... pie."
"Pie? Really?"
As the platform slid towards the fire, past the cake icon, Dean realized the hideous truth.
The pie was a lie.