‘‘Just keep moving’’ he grumbled, ‘‘we did what we came to do, now let’s just get back’’

‘‘Will you shut up!?’’ Dean growled irritably as he smacked a gnat away from his balding head, glaring back at them, ‘‘the last thing we need right now is to give away our position to whatever lurks in these woods after dark! Fen Farmstead isn’t too far from these woods, we’ll get there soon enough’’

‘‘Morgan, do you have any of that concealing potion left that Opus gave us?’’ Dean mumbled cautiously, scanning the bushes with his eyes.