015: [holo] [location: Sunnydale Cemetary] Yellow Fever

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Accidental posts seem to be all the rage for Dean these days.

This time, he's sitting outside, lounging on the back section of his Impala. His expression is a bit tense, like he's uneasy about something, and every once in a while he scratches at his arm, which are turning a bright red color. Maybe there's something on his mind?

Or maybe he's got this weird suspicion that any second now, something nasty things are going to pop out of gravestones in that cemetery he's parked in front of.


[[ooc: Glitch start! ♥]]

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[holo]

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you alright?"

This coming from Sam, who quite possibly is in the process of drinking himself into some kind of oblivion on Bobby's front porch. No, of course it doesn't have anything to do with the resurfacing of a certain demon that they supposedly killed. The demon who was supplying him with blood, no less.

Why do you ask?

He lifts a fist to his mouth to suppress a drunken burp.

[visual]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, hello Sam, don't mind Dean totally jumping out of his skin at the sudden words. Closing his eyes briefly so that he doesn't look too panicked, he picks up the tablet by his side and switches the function to visual.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine," Dean replies. Then stares. "... Dude, are you drunk?"

[visual]

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"What? No."

Sam scoffs loudly, his forehead wrinkling as he does his best to look as sober as possible, widening his eyes a little more, because squinting right now is probably a dead giveaway.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. Sure, Sam. Dean narrows his eyes, scratching at his arm again.

"You sure? 'Cause that beer I can see there isn't helping your case."

[holo]

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

Toby's on it.

"Hey. Dean. you left your thing on again."

[holo]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

ACK. More surprise voices. Man, you'd think at least somebody wouldn't talk so loud. Or... something.

Recovering from his minor heart attack, Dean reaches over for his tablet.

"Uh, thanks, Toby," he replies distractedly.

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

He raises an eyebrow, noticing the strangeness of Dean's reaction.

"You okay? You look kinda spooked."

[location: Sunnydale Cemetery]

[omnomfries.livejournal.com]

Ruby has quickly succumbed to the boredom that can easily plague people at Taxon. So she's wandering. Might as well.

Her walking brings her over to the cemetery. She's looking to just walk right past it when she sees a familiar car and its familiar driver in front of her. Some conversation, even with that Winchester, would be better than the silence.

"Looking to torch some bones later?"

[location: Sunnydale Cemetery]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

AUGH JESUS. Or, y'know, not Jesus, considering who Ruby is, but the idea behind it remains the same. Dean jumps about six feet in the air and then turns to look at Ruby with a slightly panicked expression.

The moment he realizes it's her, his expression shifts, and he's trying to at least look like he's irritated instead of listening to his heart pound in his ears.

"Not exactly. Only undead thing I've seen so far is a vampire I'm not allowed to kill." Grumble grumble.

[omnomfries.livejournal.com]

That ... was definitely an interesting reaction. Though the panicked expression - yes Dean, she caught that before the cunning attempt at changing it - has her thinking.

This requires further investigation of course.

"And you're not allowed to kill it becaaause there's some sort of 'no vampire killing' ordinance?"

[location: Sunnydale Cemetery]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Buffy is very prone to night-time walks in the cemetery, it's sort of a weird Sunnydale-reminiscent ritual for her. She's not used to ever really meeting anyone on her pseudo-patrols though, so she's a little surprised to bump into Dean and the Impala whilst she's in the process of strolling, whistling and twirling a wooden stake.

"Oh, hey Dean." She smiles, in greeting.

[location: Sunnydale Cemetery]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

OKAY, that was the worst greeting so far. Because not only does she surprise him but she's twirling a wooden stake, and that is not productive to Dean's deep breathing techniques. He's realizing what's happening to him and he's freaked out about that, so with her on top of that?

He falls off the Impala.

Oh, god, he's going to be so embarrassed when this is over. For now, he's going to just stare up at her, wide eyed.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Buffy... stares at Dean, unsure whether to laugh or be genuinely concerned.

"Okay, did I... turn into something large, clawed and furry and not notice?" She says that initially in a sarcastic tone, before realising that this is Taxon so that's entirely possible, at which point she starts patting her face to check for fur, adding an "Oh god, did I?"

[voice]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Don't scratch.

[For an eighteen year old, she sure has the Mom Voice down, wow.]

[holo]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

More jumping. Especially with the Mom Voice, that's scary.

"Uh. Sorry." Dean says, glancing at the tablet.

[voice]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Dean, are you feeling okay?

[It is, indeed, the Worried Voice now.]

[holo]

[intuitivewiccan.livejournal.com]

Tara is happily Glitch-free now, only she's saying hello to a Dean who is, apparently, glitching himself now. It's not unusual to see him with his car; in fact, it would be weird if he wasn't. But the expression is worrisome.

"Dean?" Tara questions, an uneasy expression on her own face at the moment.

[holo]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Alright, well, finally someone who isn't loud enough to make Dean jump. He blinks and then looks down at his tablet, and offers Tara a small grin, scratching at his arm.

"Hey, Tara."

[holo]

[intuitivewiccan.livejournal.com]

She doesn't know what's causing it just yet, but something is clearly wrong with Dean. It would probably be obvious to most people, but Tara's always been gifted at sensing when something is amiss with someone's aura, their mind and spirit, and it's more than apparent now.

"Are-are you okay?"

[holo]

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

Xander's currently doing whatever the equivalent of channel-hopping is for tablets when Dean's transmission pops up, looking wholly un-Deanlike.

"Hey Dean, why so Howard Hughes?"

[holo]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Here goes the regular routine: jump about three feet in the air, look down at the tablet, grumble for a minute, and then answer.

"Shut up, Xander," he answers, but it's halfhearted. "S'nothing, just... don't you think the cemetery looks weird?"

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

If there is such a thing as 'manly stifled giggling', Xander just did it in response to Dean's jumping. He clears his throat and tries to look serious, however, when he replies.

"Weird? By which you mean... weirder than a place filled with graves and tombs usually looks?"

[Visual]

[theonlysunshine.livejournal.com]

"Feeling better?"

She's trying hard not to look worried and is mostly succeeding. She thinks.

[holo]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

ACK SUDDEN VOICE-- oh, right, it's just Sunshine. Hello. Dean takes a second to let his heart stop trying to pound out of his chest.

"Uh, not exactly, but thanks for the concern," Dean replies distractedly, taking deep breaths.

[theonlysunshine.livejournal.com]

Someone's jumpy, aren't they? Has he been threatened, or something?

"Not exactly?"