Dean has just pulled into the parking lot of the Smith Center minimart when his cell starts ringing, and he digs it from his pocket as he climbs out of the car. When he sees the name on the screen he can’t help but smile.
“Hey,” he answers, waiting for Charlie to make her way around from the passenger side.
“Hello, Dean. Are you at the bunker?”
“Nah, I’m out getting food with Charlie,” he says, huffing out a laugh when the woman in question notices a Delorean in the parking lot and points at it excitedly, jabbing him in the side. He bats her hand away. “Sam’s there, though. What’s up?
The automatic doors glide open as they approach, and they pause to let an elderly man shuffle out.