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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[holo]

[intuitivewiccan.livejournal.com]

Tara is happily Glitch-free now, only she's saying hello to a Dean who is, apparently, glitching himself now. It's not unusual to see him with his car; in fact, it would be weird if he wasn't. But the expression is worrisome.

"Dean?" Tara questions, an uneasy expression on her own face at the moment.

[holo]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Alright, well, finally someone who isn't loud enough to make Dean jump. He blinks and then looks down at his tablet, and offers Tara a small grin, scratching at his arm.

"Hey, Tara."

[holo]

[intuitivewiccan.livejournal.com]

She doesn't know what's causing it just yet, but something is clearly wrong with Dean. It would probably be obvious to most people, but Tara's always been gifted at sensing when something is amiss with someone's aura, their mind and spirit, and it's more than apparent now.

"Are-are you okay?"

[... Location, Buffy's house, according to how the Buffy thread went.]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean sighs, and picks up his tablet, debating on telling her. Finally, he figures he should, instead of having her hear it second hand. She'd probably get it eventually, especially since he's now hanging out in Buffy's house, surrounded by windows. That makes it easier.

"Not exactly," he replies, shifting in his chair.

[intuitivewiccan.livejournal.com]

Cue the worrying times from Tara. And she's got her best 'worried face' to go along with it.

She's afraid to touch him, though the instinct is there; he just seems...way too jumpy for that right now. Not that he necessarily welcomed physical touch before, but...it's different right now. She has a sneaking suspicion it must be something like what happened when everyone fell in love with Xander, or when she herself had her brains temporarily scrambled.

"You-you're not...sick? Or-or hurt, right?" Get that out of the way, at least. "What's wrong?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean rubs at his face, and then shakes his head.

"Not hurt. Sick." He says, glancing over his shoulder. Yes, it's his intent to be as vague as possible. He can't help it.