The buildings are shiny and strange, totally unfamiliar, and Dean stops abruptly to look around him. This place is wrong, but it feels right too, like he wanted to be here. Now that he is, he's not sure why. Someone walks by him, and Dean watches closely, but he can't see their face; he can't see anyone's face as he turns in a slow circle and spots more people, a few here, one over there.

The way they're walking has him nervous, looking over his shoulder. Whatever they're afraid of, Dean should be afraid of too, right?