To his credit, Sam at least gagged when he pulled himself out of the tunnel, taking a moment to look around. "And here is where I'm glad I don't have to sleep so much any more." Because...yeah. It was bad. It was really bad.

And, in a lot of ways, it was worse than anything Sam had seen before. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. "At least I can confidently say that whoever is behind this was human. I haven't seen anything else that gets this...creative." Even Lucifer hadn't. He could only draw on what Sam already knew. Angels didn't really have a lot of creativity of their own.

He was careful to breathe through his nose, taking his gun out again because it felt...not safer. But better to have something in his hands, something to do. Because there were spirits here, even he could feel them and wasn't certain if that was because of his place on the mythological scale or if that was some previously unknown 'myth power' of his rearing it's ugly head.

"Out of curiosity, what are you going to be doing here?"