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! ♥]]

Comments

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Your pants are pan fried. Dean, seriously. Level or I pull out the sad eyes. I might even cry. [How does that work?]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Oh, that was mean. And a low blow.]

-- You don't want to know, Dawn. Trust me.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

I'm officially upgrading that to 'cry and tell Buffy you made me cry'. I am not above blackmail via superpowered sister. Now I'm worried. Please tell me?

[Lower blow, right there.]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Ow, hey, that was just cruel. Long pause, then a sigh. Bluntly:]

I'm gonna die.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[It's how Dawn rolls.]

...Uh-huh. Not that I'm riding the disbelieving train to You're Delusional station, but... you seem kind of healthy. Potentially rash-y, but healthy.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

No-- it's. It's a disease. It's just starting. [Slight panic in his voice at that.]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[Moving into Taking This Seriously mode now.]

Okay, okay. So, I'm guessing by disease, you don't mean, like... cancer or something?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Something like that. Basically you freak out until your heart gives out. Scared to death.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

[Give her a minute.]

Scared. To death?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Scared to death. Heart attack by being scared of... [Pause, because he might have seen that gravestone just move.]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Dean? Dean!

[More worried, now.]

Scared of what?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

--Everything. [He finishes, and then there's movement, and yes, Dean is hiding in his car.]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

...Oh. Are you-- there are cures, though?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Not unless you've seen any dead bodies lying around.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Um. No? But... there has to be a spell, right? Or a weird dance, or purification ritual, or...

[Grasping at straws Dawn is grasping at straws.]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Only cure I know of is salting and burning the bones of the ghost that started the sickness. Since I haven't exactly run across any of those, I'm pretty sure there's nothing.