The weary, beaten convenience store rose up before them, and as Meg took the lead, he hung back, scanning the area one last time for anyone that could have been following them before ducking inside as well. He was immediately assaulted by the smell of milk well past curdling, the earthy aroma of bread that had long since started to mold. There was a think layer of dust that settled over everything, and it was dark. The vast blankness of it didn't bother him -he had endured a more consuming kind of darkness- but it was just another question without an answer. Even with all the overpowering scents lingering in this place, he couldn't find the distinct burning smell of sulfur. So what had come barrelling through here enough to cut it off from the world, no electricity, no life? Whatever it was, it was efficient, but he had a feeling he didn't want to meet it, not unprepared anyway.
As Meg moved toward the counter, Dean cautiously moved around a fallen display toward an aisle that could have been promising except the sound of her fumbling with the phone pulled his attention back. He cast one last glance down the aisle before coming up to stand by her, seeing the phone she was holding up, displaying her name up at the the top. It was newer than anything else in this place and she was right. It looked like whatever brought them here was able to predict them up to this point and that bothered him. "Should we leave it? They anticipated us getting here. I don't want to add the GPS to their ways of tracking us." Looking over her shoulder, he looked to see if there was a phone there for him, but there wasn't anything left on the countertop except the thick layer of dust and the perfect rectangle of clear space left behind by the phone.
Dean went behind the counter, hoping the previous owner had left their gun or a bat, but there was nothing. His face fell into an annoyed expression momentarily before he forced that out and moved back to the aisle he had started investigating. Underneath his boots, old food packages crackled and crunched quietly, and there was nothing of worth. Until he turned his head to the left, and sitting on a shelf at eye level was another phone. "Add this to the list of unsettling things," he grumbled, picking the phone up and holding it over his head where she could see it. When it suddenly vibrated in his hand, he brought it back down, watching it boot up, displaying his name across the top. He had a feeling when Meg saw it, it had her real name, something Dean didn't even know, even after hearing everything Crowley had to offer on the subject of the demon he currently called his partner. Maybe Crowley didn't even know. "The personal touch really makes it."
Emerging from the aisle, phone still in hand, he looked her in the eye, willing to hear her judgement on the matter, a kind of respect he found himself freely giving to her beyond all logical reason in his mind. "What do you want to do with them?"