The Doctor's statement that he could walk another mile was all Dean needed to hear. Standing around burning daylight wasn't helping their situation any. He raised his voice so all could hear. "Doc says he's up to it, so let's get a move on. May, scout ahead. I'll take point. Sammy, you stick near Doc since you're even ganglier than him. Blaise has our six. Everyone else keep doing what you were doin'." Without waiting for agreement Dean strode to the front of the line. The sooner they put some distance between them and the traps and found a defensible area to camp, the better.