Dean's body thrummed with agitation as he glared at Wiley, trying to get his message across to the clearly out-of-his-fucking-mind dumbass hunter.
Dude! Get your shit together! Torch the freaking freak!
Conversation was not supposed to be part of the equation! Barbecue was the plan, the only plan! Jesus, who gives a crap about the crazy bitch's backstory?
Dean's gaze slid across to his brother, who'd taken a position behind a tree about ten feet away from the – whatever the hell the thing was! Sam was holding his flamethrower but making no move to use it.
What – the - hell?