A/N: Part of E/O Drabble challenge...word: lash.
Summary: Post-hell. Something Dean is familiar with...
Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish.
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"You sure about this Dean?" Sam looked over the pictures of the dead girl, her shredded back cleansed of all blood as she awaited an autopsy.
"Positive. That was caused by a whip."
"But there don't seem to be enough marks...and the coroner's report was inconclusive."
"A lash on your back? Rips skin from bone when wielded properly. A half dozen and you die from blood loss or shock. You look at the guy who killed her? A man that size could have skinned her easy with far fewer."
And Sam believed him. Because Dean's voice spoke with experience.