The instant the thing turned its gaze on Dean, Wiley knew it was done talking. Yanking his flamethrower forward from the sling on his back, he yelled, "Dean, shift your ass!"
Wild-eyed, Dean threw himself to the side and rolled, a faint groan escaping him, a trail of way too much blood dappling the leaves on the ground.
As soon as Dean was safely out of the way, a great gout of flame shot out from Sam's flamethrower, engulfing the creature. Wiley followed suit a split second later.
Wreathed in flames, the creature turned back to face Sam and Wiley.