"Sammy, you alright?" The woman was gone and the tacky Halloween decorations had evaporated too. Dean helped Sam to his feet, his shoulder gave a strange burn of pain, he ignored it. "Ah, you see Sam; I knew it, just another fraud trying to scam your lungs out of ya." Sam remained silent he couldn't take his eyes off that far door, he was vaguely aware his brother was searching for any clues or secret levers on the now bare table when: "Sam the door!"

"Yeah I know Dea..."

"No! The front door!" Sam forced himself to turn around to face the door they had entered by but instead faced a wall. "This is come freaky mojo right here." Dean was now fingering the solid wall, no trace of a door ever being there.

Sam looked back to the only door in the hut: "I guess we're supposed to go through there."

"Guess so, let's go do this mother!" Dean slapped his brother on the back enthusiastically, eyes alive with excitement. Sam smiled it was the first time he had seen Dean be well, Dean in weeks. He smiled and followed behind his brother as they exchanged looks before turning the knob in to the unknown.

Dean's gun led the way in and they stood in a tunnel, Dean scanned the hallway, no threat, he moved forward still cautious. The only light was coming from the door they had left opened, which slammed shut and they were plunged in to darkness. They both flicked out their torches. "I didn't see an end?" Sam was trying to force the door back open with no success.

"Let's just keep walking, and keep an eye out for any exists."

They had been walking for 40 minutes without seeing much of anything, the phones had no signal and Sam was getting increasingly claustrophobic.

"Maybe we should go back and try to the force the door open again."

"Ah, come on now Sammy" Dean pulled his brother under his arm reassuringly "It can't be much longer; no idiot would build a tunnel without an exit." Sam was so reassured just by the upbeat positivity in Dean's voice that he carried on.

Another 10 minutes passed and finally a faint glow streamed the walls, their pace quickened as they ran towards it. Dean stopped at the door but couldn't hear anything from inside, so he manoeuvred gun first through to the light. "What?" they opened into a giant ballroom, a beautiful high ceilinged 1800's ballroom with carved mahogany wood and shinning floors. It was spectacular, a giant gleaming chandelier radiated light on to the floor making every movement look pristine and captivating.

"Hey Sam look!" Dean was prancing around in an Elizabethan wig: "Here put this on." Sam had been wandering around, jaw hanging, trying to understand. He looked down at Dean who was holding up a puffy costume that went beyond frilly.

"What? No Dean stop messing about, how did we get here?"

"Through that door."

"Yes thanks, Doctor House. But none of this makes sense." He went back to the door opened it and was met with a wall.

"Ah, come on! Well we have to keep moving forward then." Dean leapt to the opposite door humming, half dragging half dancing with Sam.

Dean didn't bother going in gun cocked, this time he just made sure it was in a prime and easy access apposition if needed it.

"This is getting weirder." They had walked into a laundrettes, rows and rows of machines stacked and vibrating. Most of them occupied by swirling colours. "Should we wait, I mean someone is bound to come in and collect these clothes?"

But Dean had already dragged him to the next door. "Best to keep going, besides where they gonna come from Sam, there's only one door." He swung through to the next room. "Now we're talking!" A bar, true a see through bar with funny shaped stools but a bar none the less. Dean helped himself to a beer and handed one to Sam who refused.

"Just a beer?" Sam queried.

"Huh?"

"Well, the way you've been inhaling the stuff recently I thought you would have got something stronger and by the bucket load."

"What you on about Sam, we're on a job, got to keep on game. Shame on you Sammy." He chuckled and grabbed a fist full of bar nuts as he hurried to follow a happily confused Sam who was opening the next door.

"Woah, trippy." Dean spluttered through a mouth full of mixed nuts.

"What the hell is this?" Sam circled what looked like a massive circuit board with some sort of giant see through chamber in the middle. The walls were gold with metallic rings protruding out of them.

Moonlight Serenade suddenly poured around them, he turned to Dean who held his hands up in denial along with his beer and chipmunk cheeks. "Sorry."

"Dean, what did you press?"

"I don't know there's too many buttons."

When a knock from a white door with 12 windows stunned them to silence. Sam looked at Dean who nodded. Sam went to undo the latch.