Sam sank down into a chair at the large table in the room he, in a quiet nod to his brother, tended to think of as the war room. At the sound of that gasp, Sam's head jolted up, a frown creasing his brow.

"Hey, man..." He stood, reaching for his discarded cane as he took a tentative step closer. "What's up?"

They were all on edge, but he knew he'd never heard that particular tone in Dan's voice.