A/N: Story title taken from in Salem's Lot, by Stephen King. There are many more of us in the E/O Challenge. You can go to either Enkidu07's or Onyx Moonbeam's profile page for a list of the usual suspects, or to join in! I expanded this to five drabbles because I was egged on by Mad Server and Meggin Lane. Yep, blame them!

And Sam Winchester said he was shortchanged. Sasquatch brat.

Word count: 100 on the nose

Summary: E/O CHALLENGE. Drabble word: alarm. Sick!Dean on the hunt.

Dean stares at that innocent, round white face.

He's not fooled. Not one friggin' bit. He knows evil when he sees it.

They're snowed in, but the electricity's on, and the credit cards are golden. Sam stocked the cabin with food, soup, orange juice, the works, and the prescriptions for Dean's pneumonia.

Dean's light-headed from fever, but he knows what he has to do.

And he's never been a damn morning person anyway.

Dean waits until Sam nods off. Then it's just Dean and that crowbar he snuck out of the Impala's trunk.

And that evil, evil alarm clock.

Four to go!