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

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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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Don't worry, Toby, it won't get you.

"Not unless we salt and burn the ghost I got it from, but I haven't even been near anything, so there's no way I'm gonna survive this time," Dean replies, breathing hard.

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Toby rubs his eyes, thinking. Ghosts. Ghosts... okay, that's just ridiculous. Right? "Sure being in a cemetery doesn't have anything to do with it?"

He shakes his head. "I dunno. Maybe we should just ask somebody."

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"Yes, I'm sure, this is my job, I know what I'm talking about," Dean snaps, and then stops. And gets out of his car so he can start pacing.

"Like who? Who else is gonna even know what this is?" Pause. Long pause. Then Dean starts coughing.

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It's times like these that make Toby realise that he has no idea what he's doing when it comes to Dean's world, so he decides to stop with the theories. He's in the middle of a shrug when he notices Dean's sudden silence, and the coughing - well, here goes a hat-trick of concern.

"Dean? Dean."

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There's some pretty impressive hacking going on here, and he almost sounds like he's choking, and then he turns, back to Toby, hands bracing himself against the Impala and choking up something on the ground.

"Aw, hell, not this crap again," Dean groans, letting his head thunk down on the top of the car.

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... What the hell? Toby moves, then crouches to look at whatever it was Dean just hacked up.

"... Is that a wood chip?"

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"Yeah, it's a wood chip." Dean grumbles. "Happened last time, too. Ghost I got it from died from being roadhauled. I'm living it-- or dying it," Pause for a 'hmph' of dry amusement, "--in slow motion."

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Toby rubs his forehead, deciding that he doesn't want to see that. He glances at Dean's arm to distract him from the images waiting to jump into his head.

... Yeah, he's got nothing. For once he feels completely useless.

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And Dean feels bad, like there was something he could've done to stop Toby from having to see it.

"You should go back to your apartment," Dean starts, closing his eyes and resting against the car. Maybe if he closes his eyes he won't see the zombies. Metaphorical zombies that may or may not exist in the cemetery. Why is he hanging out in the cemetery again?

"Don't tell Sam." And the neither of you should have to deal with this is left unsaid.

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Toby's head falls to the side a little in a 'don't be stupid' gesture.

"And leave you here to get scared to death by yourself? Come on, man."

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Long silence. Also a sigh.

"You're kind of a masochist, y'know." Dean remarks.

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Toby takes that silence to focus on blocking the best he can. And then he slants Dean a Look.

"I'm just trying to help, okay? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I went home and you died from this thing." He sighs, looks to the side for a moment. "Where's your brother, anyway? Or - what about those, uh, angel friends of yours? Can't they do something?"

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Dean kind of grins a little when Toby gives him that look, but it's totally fake and it drops after a few seconds.

"Sam was drunk when I saw him," Dean replies in a sort of offhand way, "And I haven't seen Anna for a while. Cas either. He's hiding from me."

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"... Nice." Toby sighs.