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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[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."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean makes a face, but he'll try not to scratch. Much.