"I don't know," Sam said, sinking down onto the corner of the nearest bed and gesturing to the mini-fridge nearby. There was beer in there if Dean wanted it. "One minute I'm on fire, and the next, I'm waking up in the corn maze, in a cold sweat."
There was more to it than that, but it came and went in flashes. "Harry said there's a bunch of hell gates here, they must have ripped open a hole in the penalty box." Sam vaguely remembered clawing his way out, trying to pull Adam up after him, and a perky goth chick--Tessa?--giving him mouth to mouth. But he wasn't sure on that last bit. "I don't know."