THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT
Word Count: 100 - ish
After a string of brutal hunts, the brothers relished the opportunity to sit beside the Impala on a quiet roadside and enjoy a cold beer.
Dean smiled as he watched a butterfly alight on his knee.
"Hey, a butterfly, look Sammy, he's a cute little dude; he's wavin' his little antenne things at me." He grinned around the neck of the bottle.
He studied the insect intently, 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 …"