"Here you go, sir. Nice tattoo," flirted the young lady as she handed Dean his meal in a brown paper bag.
The hunter hazily glanced down at his right arm and slightly winced. He did not even have the energy left to muster up a fake smile at the pretty blond, let alone respond.
"Well, have a good day," she muttered disappointingly when he left.
It was the oddest tattoo she had seen on a person's arm and she had seen quite a number in her lifetime. It was dark and large and closely, she thought she saw feathers.