Pondering for a moment, Meg turned her phone over, inspecting the back, but there was no maker’s symbol. No identifying marks of any kind. There weren’t even any scratches from being left in a pocket with keys. She looked over at Dean’s and, though she didn’t scrutinize it as she did her own, she had a feeling it would be the same. Identical. Untraceable.
“We keep them,” she said with conviction after a long moment and slid her phone into her back pocket. “Whoever brought us here obviously doesn’t need technology to track us, but if they left these for us, then there’s probably a reason. One I probably won’t like, but a reason. Best to have them, don’t you think? It’s like a freaking video game. You never know when you’re going to need that six pack of orange soda you picked up off the park bench, you know?” She sighed heavily and ran her gaze over the rest of the store. Judging from the fact that Dean had returned with only a phone in his hand and nothing actually helpful, there likely wasn’t much for them here.
The truth was, the whole situation was starting to truly get to her. She wouldn’t admit to being afraid, not out loud, anyway, but she was. This place obviously was either out of time or completely fabricated and she knew of only one kind of creature that could pull something like this off. Fucking angels. And if angels were involved, she didn’t want to be here, plain and simple. Hell, maybe they had some left over beef with good ol’ Winchester for breaking the first seal. The thought made her feel oddly protective. If that was the reason they were here, she didn’t want to hand him over unless she absolutely had to. And, even then, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to. She wasn’t the type to stab someone in the back. She’d lie to get what she wanted, she’d manipulate, she’d kill and torture and maim. But she didn’t break her word, and she didn’t give her trust or loyalty lightly. If they were after Dean, they’d have to face her, too, and the thought didn’t exactly bring a smile to her face.
“I don’t know about you, but I think it’s time to go to ground. You on board for a little running and hiding?” She looked up at him with a face that was all business, but she didn’t smile at him, as she normally might have done. She didn’t want to look worried, but she was finding it difficult to hide it.