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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[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dean."

Sam is squinting this time, but only at what appears to be a set of scratches on Dean's arm.

"... how long have you had those?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean blinks at Sam, and then glances down at his arm.

"Uh. I don't know, man. It itches like hell, though."

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"It looks pretty bad," Sam points out, taking a deep breath.

"Maybe you should put something on it."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean makes a face.

"Yeah? Like what?" Pause. "You don't think it'll get infected, do you?"

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"It might if you keep scratching at it like that."

Sam peers at the screen.

"Where are you?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Cue wide-eyed Dean, because infections? Not good. Not good at all.

"Outside the cemetery." Dean replies, staring at his arm for minute before hurriedly covering it up with his sleeve.

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"Okay."

Sam staggers to his feet.

"I'll come there."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Dude, you're drunk," Dean protests, but that's not really enough of a reason for Sam to not come, and besides, it'd definitely help. Sam can calm him down, hopefully.

"Just-- just hurry up."

[location: sunnydale cemetery]

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but come on. I'm not driving anywhere. You've got the Impala."

Beer still in hand, tablet in the other, he follows the dot until he makes his way over to the cemetery, taking the occasional swig and double-checking to make sure Dean hasn't scratched his arm off or something.

He tosses the can away before Dean's in sight, and while he might not be walking in a straight line, his steps are confident as he approaches the car.

"Okay, so show me the arm."

[location: sunnydale cemetery]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Right."

Dean's sort of fidgeting and trying not to scratch at his arm, so it makes him resemble something like a crack addict going through withdrawl. When he sees Sam, he attempts to make himself less twitchy looking and more like regular.

He does show Sam his arm, though.

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

Forget trying to look twitchy, Dean; Sam can see his brother fidgeting from a mile away, and that's not even the beginning of how bad it gets as soon as he sees the arm.

"Holy - how long has it been like this?"

His hand grips the outside of Dean's wrist, holding it steady so he can look at the inside of his forearm.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Not long-- why, is it bad?" His voice kind of goes a octave higher when he asks that.

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"Kinda. I think you took out chunks of skin or something."

He gets a good look at Dean's face then.

"Dude - you're sweating."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, man, Sam. That's the wrong thing to say, even if it is true. Dean stares at his arm for a second with a panicked expression, and then jerks his arm away from Sam and heads straight for his car.

Because obviously that's the safest place to be right now.

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"Wait, wait."

Sam might stumble a little as he manages to intercept Dean, but he throws out both arms, blocking Dean with his chest.

"Where the hell are you going?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean... squeaks. Squeaks and stumbles back, scratching agitatedly at his arm.

"Knock it off, Sam, I'm just going to my car," Dean says, but the way it comes out just the way that squeak had.

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Right. What's going on?"

He takes hold of Dean's arms and isn't about to let him go until he gets some answers.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Way to give him a heart attack, Sammy. He sucks in a breath and tries to squirm free, but it's not all that easy, since Sam's got a tight grip.

"I don't know, okay? Leave me alone, dammit!" And he sounds about as fierce as a bunny.

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Sam lets go of him, since clearly, whatever he's doing is only making things worse. But he stays close.

"Dean - I think this is that ghost disease cropping up again."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"... What?" Dean blinks. "Y'mean that thing with Frank O'Brian?"

Pause. "But I haven't even been near any bodies or whatever! Why would it pop up? How are we gonna stop it if there's no body?"

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, Dean. Yet," he adds hastily, in case his brother starts getting ready to have a heart attack.

"We'll figure this out. I promise."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

That doesn't do much for Dean's nerves, but alright, that's something he can cling to. He takes a deep breath and lets himself fall against the Impala.

"Like it wasn't freakin' enough to have this once," He mumbles, rubbing at his face.

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know," Sam says, frowning slightly.

"But look, I'll see if there's anything in Bobby's books - a spell or something. I mean, there isn't exactly a body to burn, so we might have to improvise."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Idle scratch scratch. Dean sighs.

"Yeah, alright, Geek Boy," Dean replies distractedly, though he does manage half a grin in Sam's direction.

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

Sam starts to feel a little more relieved when he catches a glimpse of Dean's grin.

"Just saying - and okay, try not to scratch too much. I know it's hard."