I don't know. Why would you put me and Dean into a Japanese gameshow? I don't pretend to understand your sick mind. So what now, we're supposed to play Survivor?

[he brushes the rest of the sand off his face and tries to pat it off his body. He did watch the Trickster though, because something wasn't right, that was for sure.]

This doesn't look like Hell to me, at least not how Dean described it. And if I knew where he was, you'd think I'd be talking to you right now?