Dean doesn't mean to get separated from his little group, but he wants to see if there's a way out of here, like, at all, or if they're just winding their way deeper in to their death. And he's dug himself out of a grave once; he doesn't want to do it again.

He nearly bumps into Raphael when he turns the corner, and he starts apologizing before he raises his light to his face. Then he stops, his expression hardening, but it's more that he's very subtly going on the defensive.

"Oh. It's you." He puts a little space between them, not in an obvious, gross-I-don't-want-your-cooties way, but just putting respectable space between them.

"You're out of juice down here too, right?"