THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT
Dean is thinking about butterflies. Maybe a bit too much ...
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After a string of brutal hunts, the brothers relished the opportunity to sit beside the Impala and enjoy a cold beer.
Dean watched a butterfly alight on his knee.
"Hey, a butterfly" he smiled at it, "cute little dude - he's wavin' at me!" he grinned around the neck of the bottle, "look his little antennae's waving …"
He studied the insect, then turned to Sam, face a picture of serious concentration.
"Why's it called a butterfly?" he asked earnestly, "why not a cheesefly, say, or a jamfly?"
Sam stared at him.
"Dean, let me see that bump on your head again …"