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]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Here goes the regular routine: jump about three feet in the air, look down at the tablet, grumble for a minute, and then answer.

"Shut up, Xander," he answers, but it's halfhearted. "S'nothing, just... don't you think the cemetery looks weird?"

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

If there is such a thing as 'manly stifled giggling', Xander just did it in response to Dean's jumping. He clears his throat and tries to look serious, however, when he replies.

"Weird? By which you mean... weirder than a place filled with graves and tombs usually looks?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean does not appreciate that giggling, Xander. Have a disgruntled look. But then Xander answers his question, and Dean sort of makes a weird gesture motion with his hands.

"Well, yeah, but I mean like-- isn't it kind of spooky? I mean, seriously, there's all those dead people in there. They could be zombies. Or they could give you some weird disease."

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

Xander raises a skeptical eyebrow, unsure of quite what to make of Dean's unusual behavior.

"...I think by its very definition, a cemetery is where we keep dead people, yes. I also think that if there were zombies they'd be chowing down on your grey matter already. As for the weird diseases, I did get smallpox that one time from an ancient burial ground, so you have a point there. Are you feeling okay, Dean? You seem a little... perturbed."

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

"Wait-- you got smallpox from a cemetery?" Dean asks, sounding panicked. He'll be running for his car now, thanks.

Once he's safely inside his car, he locks the door and then stares back down at Xander. "... Uh. Yeah, I'm fine."

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

"Not a cemetery exactly, I was working on a construction site and I fell into a--" Xander cuts off mid-explanation as he's distracted by Dean's... apparent flight to safety. He's speechless for a moment.

"Sure you are, if 'fine' is crazy-speak for 'really not fine'. What's with the fleeing and the terror?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

The flight for safety is all Xander's fault, really. If he hadn't mentioned the smallpox, Dean would not be huddled in his car with Led Zeppelin playing rather loudly in the background. He reaches over to turn it down so he can hear Xander talk, but he's a general twitchy mess.

"It's a sickness, dude." Dean answers, peering out his window at the cemetery. He'd drive away from it, but he's afraid he'll crash. "Buffy said it's a glitch."

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

Dean is lucky Xander didn't mention the syphillis! SERIOUSLY. Anyway, by this stage he's beginning to get more than a little worried about Dean, in the serious way.

"A glitch sickness that makes you... run like a girly-man?"

Well, perhaps getting him riled would help distract from the fear?

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dear god, it's definitely a good thing Xander didn't mention the syphilis. Also, that works a little bit, the riling him up plan. Looking irritable, Dean turns his back to the cemetery and scowls at Xander.

"I'm not a freakin'-- what did you say, girly-man? Shut up, the sickness makes me this way," Aw, isn't he adorable?

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the syphillis was a bad bad time. Xander is rather a legendary butt-monkey for that sort of thing. He's also quite pleased that his strategy worked, in a subtle way.

"Insult respectfully retracted. So wait, have you had this thing before?"

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean doesn't want to know. Don't tell him.

"Yeah, I have." Dean replies, scratching at his arm. "Once. It sucked just as much last time as it does now."

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's not one of those stories Xander likes to flaunt around, thankfully.

"Right-- so the last time, how did you get rid of it? I'm guessing it's not an antibiotics and chicken soup type deal."

For the record, he's about two seconds away from telling Dean to stop scratching.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean wouldn't flaunt it either, so it's all good.

"Not exactly. More like salting and burning the bones of the ghost I got it from. Since there's no ghost, I'm screwed." Dean is ignoring the cemetery behind him, but he'll glance back at it every once in a while.

He can, but it won't last long. It's like the worst itch you've ever had times ten.