The challenge word this week is Alarm. 100 words on the nose! Thanks Kripke for the loan of the boys to play with.
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.
I'd be pleased to know what ya think...