"Son of a bitch," he growled when Jo stepped ahead to take the lead, running forward to catch up with her. "Which way do you think we should go? There's something different in every direction, I think. I was in some kind of insane asylum earlier." Dean stood next to Jo and looked around, surveying the landscape and the possible paths they could take. He wanted to head down the safest route, but there likely was no such thing in this place.
"Okay, let's go this way." he stated firmly, and began to head down the path which went off a little to the right, ever vigilant for anything lurking around.