Mimicking her inspection, though he had never really been that technologically savvy, Dean didn't notice any distinguishing marks. Even with his limited knowledge, he knew that was strange; no brand name was emblazoned on the back and no service provider was listed when the phone booted up. Whatever was powering this phone could be behind what had hauled their asses here in the first place, but Meg had a point. If they could pluck them out of a speeding car and drop them in this backwater place, they didn't really need GPS to track them. It had found them once already, he had a feeling they could do it again. Dean shoved the phone into his jacket pocket, stepping around some of the mess on the floor. "Makes sense to me," he finally responded with a shrug of his shoulders. "I'm sure we'll run into whoever's running this circus sooner rather than later. I wish we had something better than just phones."
"It doesn't look like we have another option." Dean wasn't exactly keen on running and hiding, but he'd been doing pretty much that since he met up with Meg. He might have preferred her immensely to Crowley, but the price on her head certain;y didn't make her an easy companion to travel with. Despite that, he wouldn't have changed what he did. Working with Meg was what he had wanted out of all his past partnerships, with the added benefit that they complemented each other.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dean saw something like a flash of light. It would have seemed supernatural if it didn't have that distinct streaking of light reflecting off a car. He felt his muscles grow taut, eyes darting towards the door they had come in, unconsciously taking a step in front of Meg. He had no illusions of playing a hero, he didn't think she was a damsel in distress, but he did know that she preferred to be further from the action, and was effective there. He, on the other hand, would rather get his hands dirty, wanted to see the soul behind their eyes when he cut into them. For those reasons, he shifted his weight, ready to burst forward ahead of her. When he saw what was waiting just past the dirty glass, however, he stopped dead in his tracks for half a second, eyes narrowing. Seemingly parked just outside of the convenience store was the Impala.
"You seeing what I'm seeing?" As much as he wanted that to be his car, it showing up here suddenly, at least a block from where they had showed up themselves and in front of the building they had walked into, screamed trap like everything else. Whatever dropped them here was toying with him, and this seemed more up Crowley's alley. The prick.
Dean held back for a minute, assessing the car from here. Aside from it just appearing, there was nothing else about it that seemed off. He looked over his shoulder at Meg before cautiously moving forward. On the other side of the glass, she looked gorgeous; no scratches or dents. Everything looked intact, but he still checked the area and circled the car for anything out of the place before looking overtop the roof at Meg. "Well it gave us the car," he offered with a half-smile.