We're not in York anymore (Dean)
This wasn't York. That was Sam's first thought upon opening his eyes. The hotel room was a whole lot nicer than the motel room he'd had back in York. He didn't know whose motel room it was, but he knew that his bags were in the corner. Further inspection showed that his clothes were in the dresser. A look outside at the skyline and Sam just stopped and stared.
He'd climbed his way out of Hell because things were way off and those gates were starting to open. He'd seen an opening and taken it. Now? Now he had to wonder if all of that had just been some vision created by Lucifer to torment him. If so, then what was all of this supposed to be? That skyline didn't look like anything he'd ever seen in real life. In movies, sure. The buildings were just futuristic looking enough that the whole thing was a little surreal.
He grabbed a few of his guns and hurried out of the suite. He stopped long enough to check the other room, just in case Dean was there. It was empty, though someone's things were on the floor and they sure as hell weren't Dean's.
Maybe it had been awhile since he and Dean had stayed anywhere together, but that didn't mean that he hadn't hoped for it somewhat. Wherever this was, whatever this was, he had to find his brother. And he had to hope that this was somehow real and not some figment of his imagination or some Lucifer-created torment.
He fumbled in his pockets and found a phone that, again, he didn't recognize. It wasn't so sci-fi looking that he couldn't use it. In fact, he scrolled through the contact list and frowned at some of the names he didn't recognize-like Rob Winchester. Then he ignored all of that and dialed Dean's number as he made his way out to the hallway.