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]

...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.