"What the hell is this shit?" Dean asked as he turned in circles, trying to take in all the mechanical things that surrounded him.
"What did you get us into, Dean?" Sam shot at him as his eyes kept shifting to the wooden door that they had come through.
"All I wanted was some pie!" Dean shot back as started to press buttons on the console, trying to see what they did.
"What made you think pie would be in a blue, wooden police box, you pudding brain?" A voice shot out at them from the shadows. "And stop touching the buttons! You're going to mess something up!"
...
Sam shot up in bed, sweating profusely. He couldn't believe that the dream was actually a dream.
"What's wrong with you?" Dean asked from the small motel table, his mouth full of pie.
Sam just stared at him, his mouth hanging open as he did a double take to make sure that they were actually in the motel.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!' Sam snorted as he flopped back onto his bed.