The challenge word is Jaw and Sam's looking after poorly Dean. 100 words on the nose, yeeha! Happy Birthday, Fallenangel.
The last soft rays of the setting sun were warm on Sam's back. It contrasted keenly with the cold bite of the bottles he held as he returned to the stand of trees where he had settled Dean.
He folded his long legs to sit and carefully ignoring the trembling, landed the beer safely in the older man's heavily bandaged hand.
The sunlight fell gracefully on Dean's exhausted face, highlighting the bruising running from his bloodied eye to darken his swollen jaw and as Dean smiled at him Sam shuddered, knowing how close he had come to losing him again.
Hope it made your birthday sweeter! x