The challenge word is Sore and the second challenge - send a message to someone in the community who's work you admire. Job done!

They sat, exhaustion anchoring their sore, bruised bodies to the mismatched chairs.

The smell of blood, antiseptic and burnt, bitter coffee filled the dully-lit cabin. Sleep called desperately to them both but their unvoiced vigil kept their gritty eyes from closing.

She leaned forward, gently touching the sleeper's temple. Dean's fever had bated and she sighed.

"I think he'll be okay..." Relief filled Jody's words and Sam smiled, his eyes lifting from his brother's battered form.

"Remind me never to irritate an Ymp!" Sam whispered and Jody grinned.

"Dean could irritate the Devil himself."

Sam laughed.

"Yeah, he does!"

Did you spot yourself?