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.