Dean had just stepped into the room and under the rain.  He turned briefly to Mika as she spoked about taking photos and nodded, “Yeah.  If anything, we can send them to Bobby and figure out what all of this is.”

As she did exactly what he suggested, he squinted his eyes and continued into the rain which was now permeating his jacket and hair.  It was just water, much to his surprise.  He almost smiled and soaked in the rain, as it was the first time he had felt the rain hitting his face, in a long time.  As he bathed in his thoughts, Mika cried out, causing him to flinch and turn to her.

“MIKA!”, he screamed back, trying to run toward her.  As he chased her, the door slammed in his own face, causing him to smash against it, and bang his fists against the wood, “Son of a bitch.  MIKA!”

The door slowly creaked open as Dean sloshed through the water, and found her phone.  Thankfully it still worked, and they might have still had the photos.  He pulled his gun, and stepped toward the slightly opened door, hooking the end of his gun against the side of the door and pushing it the rest of the way open.  Silence in the hall, aside from the sound of footsteps.
“MIKA!”, he shouted out into the hall.  As he stepped into the hall, his body completely dried instantly, even his hair.  Holding her phone up, he realized it wasn’t even wet, “What the hell is going on?!”

His scream echoed down the hall, as the walls seemed longer, and the narrow passage seemed to end in pitch black darkness.