They weren't even two minutes into this yet and the two of them were already sniping with each other. He could also feel Dean's disapproval lance through the air when he handed the shotgun off to Ruby. He got it, he really did, because there was always gonna be a part of him that was naturally wary of a demon. Even if that demon happened to be Ruby. But after the day he'd had, his patience was running thin.

He hacked at a low branch with the machete and let out a breath. If he could've, he would've taken up center position if only to make sure Dean didn't shank Ruby from behind, or to make sure Ruby didn't turn around and shank Dean from the front. Unfortunately, he was the one with the blade to clear the path and the map, which put him on point.

"Guys, can we not? This isn't helping." The humidity was starting to make his hair stick. He brushed his damp bangs out of his face. He pressed onward, banking just a little to the left. He didn't even know what the hell they were supposed to do once they got there. The instructions were simple in theory, but he had no idea what to expect from the so-called rebels. Were they armed? Civilians? Full of kids?

Jesus.

He scanned the jungle as he went, looking for signs that the area had been walked through, but so far, no go. It didn't mean anything, though. They could've just been really good at covering up their tracks. Hard to say. People....It was a hell of a lot easier, dealing with monsters and demons. Speaking of which, what about the institute's habit of turning its science experiments loose? Sam had heard about them being outside the institute walls.

...He really hoped it didn't extend to the jungle. Crap. He didn't think he was ready to see, like, a mutated sloth try to eat his brother. The golden retriever that one time had been bad enough.

God, okay, he needed to stop thinking.