In which they regroup and restart
It had been a bright flash of light, and Dean hadn't been sure what had happened, but suddenly they were somewhere else. Somewhere that reminded him a bit of where Zachariah had held him only a few hours earlier, but it was different. He didn't feel trapped here, and that made him relax a bit. But that didn't change the fact that they didn't know where they were, and no one had made a move to tell them as of yet.
It wasn't exactly making Dean feel warm and fuzzy.
He had spent most of it trying to get Sam's head back on straight, but once that was over and they were still alone in a place they didn't know, and Dean was really starting to want out. Especially considering that this could be all Lucifer, and if it was, he and Sam should really be on his guard. For right now, though -- all they could do was wait.
"Dude, if this is another angel waiting room? They need a better interior decorator."