This, at least, was something that Sam was used to. He reached back, under his shirts to pull his gun, carefully thumbing the safety off as he looked to the sky.

"Anybody who can't or doesn't want to fight, run for the sleigh." He looked to Nico. "Nico, fall back with them, please. They'll need somebody there who can fight and we'll need somebody to cover our asses when we pull back." He wasn't sure what she did, but he was pretty sure she had distance powers. That would be most useful in the sleigh, when they had to run. "Everybody else, spread out a bit. Stay close enough to cover each others' backs but far enough away we won't be hitting one another."

He wasn't always used to being a leader, but group tactics were drilled into his head by his father. Smaller group, sure, just him and Dad and Dean, but a group. And maybe he was only human, but he was going to make sure those who couldn't fight this were safe.