Disclaimer: This is a transformative work based on the original by E. Kripke – who is making all the money… (will submit to full body search if you send a Winchester *coughdeancough* to do it)…

E/O CHALLENGE = we are legion and pretty frickin' awesome…

A/N: So once again I dedicate this to PlatinumRoseLady – our fallen compatriot – hope you are making a speedy recovery hon! I plan on upping the ante each week until you are recovered! So this week TWO drabbles…

Word: Alert

Word count: 100 on the nose, baby!


Sam's dozing when Dean slides into the exam room. Dean takes the opportunity to slide a hand – that is NOT shaking – over Sam's warmish forehead, smoothing the hair back.

The doctor said there wouldn't be many spots. Dean was quick with the marker.

Sam stirred.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

"Tired? Sick? Remember?"

"Look a-lert, dude!"

Sam groaned, "What?"

"Need you to be A-lert!" Dean prodded annoyingly.

"What are you on about?"

"The world needs more lerts!" Dean laughed.

Sam groaned. "Dude. You need some new material in a big way…"

Sam gaped at his chest. "Is that a smiley face?"


A/N: In case you were wondering? I did RESEARCH for this little chickenpox interlude!!!