Word: Alert

100 words

If for some reason they need a place to hide, my house is available. They just have to agree that I own them…apparently that's a big catch.

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Sam swore at the security alert running across the television, warning about the armed and dangerous Dean Winchester. The sketch had been refined since St. Louis, there was a blurry photo from the bank job.

"Let's go," Sam slung his duffle onto the bed, shoved in clothes.

"Dude, no way we're running. They don't know we're here."

"There's a field office 45 minutes away. We're too close."

"Sam, where would we go? Your plan is to run from the entire US law enforcement agency?"

"My plan is to regroup at Bobby's. We're going home."

Even Dean can't argue with that.