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]

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you alright?"

This coming from Sam, who quite possibly is in the process of drinking himself into some kind of oblivion on Bobby's front porch. No, of course it doesn't have anything to do with the resurfacing of a certain demon that they supposedly killed. The demon who was supplying him with blood, no less.

Why do you ask?

He lifts a fist to his mouth to suppress a drunken burp.

[holo]

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

Toby's on it.

"Hey. Dean. you left your thing on again."

[location: Sunnydale Cemetery]

[omnomfries.livejournal.com]

Ruby has quickly succumbed to the boredom that can easily plague people at Taxon. So she's wandering. Might as well.

Her walking brings her over to the cemetery. She's looking to just walk right past it when she sees a familiar car and its familiar driver in front of her. Some conversation, even with that Winchester, would be better than the silence.

"Looking to torch some bones later?"

[location: Sunnydale Cemetery]

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Buffy is very prone to night-time walks in the cemetery, it's sort of a weird Sunnydale-reminiscent ritual for her. She's not used to ever really meeting anyone on her pseudo-patrols though, so she's a little surprised to bump into Dean and the Impala whilst she's in the process of strolling, whistling and twirling a wooden stake.

"Oh, hey Dean." She smiles, in greeting.

[voice]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Don't scratch.

[For an eighteen year old, she sure has the Mom Voice down, wow.]

[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]

[demonmagnetism.livejournal.com]

Xander's currently doing whatever the equivalent of channel-hopping is for tablets when Dean's transmission pops up, looking wholly un-Deanlike.

"Hey Dean, why so Howard Hughes?"

[Visual]

[theonlysunshine.livejournal.com]

"Feeling better?"

She's trying hard not to look worried and is mostly succeeding. She thinks.