"Yeah, that shit's gonna leave a scar," Dean said, looking down at his stitch-ridden abdomen.
Tearing off a strip of adhesive tape, Sam started to re-secure the bandages over his brother's stitches. "It'll just make you look like even more of a bad ass."
Dean smirked, then was quiet for a moment. "What did you see last night, Sammy?" he said finally.
"Nothing. Felt it. Heard it. Didn't see a thing. It's not a vamp, pretty sure. Maybe a demon?" Sam thought back to the night before, the unnatural laughter floating on the wind. "Spooked me pretty good," he admitted.