The challenge this week is to re-write an old drabble from another POV. So to start with here is an old one of mine in which the challenge word was Alarm. There then follows the same scene but now from Dean's perspective with Alarm re-used and this weeks word, Flip, included.

It wasn't one thing in particular that raised the alarm for Sam, but more a collective dissonance that whispered softly to him that, despite his protestations, Dean was anything but okay.

There was a tightness in his brother's usually fluid gait.

A marginal slowness that saw Sam compensate slightly in the length of his stride and a hitch to his breathing that robbed Dean's voice of its perpetual strength.

His eyes were the biggest give away though. Pain creased the corners and dulled the brightness, paled the vivacity of that startling green.

Sam stayed close.

Ready, for when Dean faltered.

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I don't think he's onto me...

Don't think his sibling alarm is shrilling yet.

Yeah, I've got it covered...but fuck if it don't hurt and I don't know how long I can keep moving at goddamn moose-pace without it becoming obvious that I just wanna fall down and curl in on myself till the pain goes away.

It's my own stupid fault too. I underestimated it's speed and it had me flipped and floored and near filleted before I knew what was happening.

Fuck-it! I messed up so bad Sammy and it really does hurt like hell.

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed it.