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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[notcursed.livejournal.com]

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."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Long silence. Also a sigh.

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

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

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?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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."

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

"... Nice." Toby sighs.