HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Seventy nine.

Sierra and Sam approached the Impala after getting off the phone with Bobby. 'Eye of the Tiger' was blasting and Dean was playing the drums in the air, unaware of his surroundings whilst he laid down. Sierra banged on the roof of the car and scared Dean, laughing as Dean jolted and shot up with a scream.

Dean rolled his eyes, turning the music off before getting out. He shut the door and then lifted the arm of his shirt up, "Dude. Look at this." He pointed at some scratches on his arm that he wouldn't stop picking at.

Sierra frowned at the mark, swatting his hand away so he would stop irritating it as Sam handed his brother a box of donuts, "We just talked to Bobby."

"And?" Dean quipped, smelling the box of donuts and throwing it into the car.

Sam looked a bit perplexed at Dean ignoring the donuts, but just continued, "Um, well, you're not gonna like it." He trailed off, sending a glance to Sierra.

Dean looked between the pair's glance, getting impatient, "What?"

Sierra sighed, turning to Dean and bluntly replying, "It's ghost sickness."

"Ghost sickness?" Dean repeated, Sam just nodded, "God, no."

Sam nodded, knitting his brows together, "Yeah."

Dean dryly swallowed, his face blank as he admitted, "I don't even know what that is."

"Okay." Sam began, "Some cultures believe that certain spirits can infect the living with a disease, which is why they stopped displaying bodies in houses and started taking them off to funeral homes."

Sierra was silently listening to Sam explain, Dean got impatient, "Okay, get to the good stuff."

"Symptoms are you get anxious..." Sam started to list off, Dean nodding in understanding. Sam looked a bit unsure about how to break the news to Dean about what'd happen to him, sending a glance to Sierra as he knew how blunt she is.

Sierra caught onto the look, turning to Dean again with a sarcastic smile. "Then scared, then really scared, then your heart gives out. Sound familiar?"

Dean looked shocked at first, squinting dramatically. "Yeah, but guys, we haven't seen a ghost in weeks."

"Well, I doubt you caught it from a ghost." Sam shrugged, "Look, once a spirit infects that first person, Ghost sickness can spread like any sickness through a cough, a handshake, whatever. It's like the flu. Now, Frank O'Brien was the first to die, which means he was probably the first infected. Patient zero."

"Our very own outbreak monkey." Dean mused with a scoff.

"Right. Get this," Sam added, getting to the better bit, "Frank was in Maumee over the weekend. Softball tournament. Which is where he must have infected the other two victims."

"Were they gamecocks?"

"Cornjerkers." Sam replied, causing Sierra to snicker under her breath.

"So, ghosts infected Frank. He passed it onto the other guys and I got it from his corpse?" Dean summarised, Sierra and Sam both nodded and watched Dean groan, "So now what, I have 48 hours before I go insane and my heart stops?"

Sam went silent, opening his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Sierra's mouth turned into a straight line, "Well... More like 24."

"Super." Dean rolled his head back, huffing, "Well, why me? Why not you guys? I mean, you got hit with the spleen juice."

Sierra made an 'ew' sound, shaking her head, "That stuff took a while to get out. Might as well have red hair again." Sam amusedly chuckled before continuing.