"What's that?"
The boy pointed to the patch in Sam's jeans. Sam shrugged.
"Umm, my pants got torn."
"Doin' what?"
Sam paused. He could tell him. He could tell him about the werewolves from last summer. How Sam barely got away, but Dean got there just in time as the werewolf's claws slashed Sam's leg. He could tell how Dean's shirt got ripped to hell in the process, and how his brother used that shirt to patch his jeans. He could. But he knew how that usually went.
"I was climbing a tree; got caught on a branch."
"Cool."
"Yeah."
