Hundreds of verses, and only one a sure bet. Dean never thought he'd long for the simplicity of the demons of his own world. At least the sulfur is familiar.

"Sounds like you better than I do where to look," he says, gaze not falling to the smoke rising from Yukio's sleeves, but his thoughts sure as hell do. The kid's enthusiasm borders on reckless, taking risks he doesn't need to when reinforcements are here.

"Find it." Dean lifts his gun, firing a round of salt to rub in the demon's already fiery wounds. "I'll keep it occupied."