"You don't have them all memorized?" Dean snaps, but his hand closes neatly around the vial, and Dean holsters his gun to reach for something else inside his coat. There's no time to draw a trap, not with the thing steaming on their heels, but fire...fire Dean can do.

"Here, ugly," Dean huffs, throwing the vial of oil hard enough to burst at the demon's feet. He flicks his lighter open even as it explodes and tosses that, too, grabbing Yukio again when the flames erupt.

"I've got more," he says of the oil, taking what few moments they've bought to ask, "Most likely places the heart would be?"