DEMONS AND BUTTERFLIES
Dean heard the motel room door slam shut.
"Whoa Sammy. Where the hell have you been all night?"
"Not sure" the younger replied.
"What do you mean not sure?!"
"It's a lot like saying I don't know." Sam was holding his lower back as if he was hurt.
Dean looked at his brother with concern "You ok?"
"Yeah, just feels like someone took a branding iron to me."
Dean walked over to Sam and pulled the back of his shirt to take a look.
"Well?" asked Sam.
"Yep it's a brand" he replied as he looked at the butterfly tattoo.