14.

[zombie_pen]

[coughs, scratching absently at his arms]

I don't know what people are talking about... I went out after curfew & nothing happened. Well, except for this itching...

[sets down the paper bag full of the booze he bought to restock the fridge]

I mean, really. Just an itch. No big deal, right?

[rolls up his sleeves]

.... Oh fuck.

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[ad_perditionem]

Oatmeal baths, man. Only thing that helps.

[zombie_pen]

Are you & Rose connected at the brain?

She's trying to force me into one.

[ad_perditionem]

Let her have her way, dude. One, it's the safest route. Two, when I was nine---and Dean was thirteen---we both got the chicken pox. Bobby said oatmeal baths were the only way to soothe the itch, and if there were anything angelic, demonic, supernatural, or just plain witch ju-ju that'd do it better, he'd know.

[zombie_pen]

[laughs] Really? Dean & I never got the chicken pox. Well, until now. Because I plan on giving it to him if he'll just hold still.

[ad_perditionem]

Yeah, I've got a couple of scars from where I couldn't friggin' help myself and scratched. It was AUGUST when we got 'em. How unfair was that? So, yeah, just...steer clear of anyone who hasn't gotten them, and live in the tub with a box of Quaker Oats.

[zombie_pen]

Thanks for the advice, dude.

Wanna help me wrestle Dean to the ground so he can suffer with me? [:D!]

[ad_perditionem]

Sam, he will kill us if he has to spend his twenty-ninth birthday wearing mittens so he doesn't scratch himself too much.

If he shares sheets or clothes with you, chances are he already has it. If you know what I mean.

[>:D]

[zombie_pen]

I'd make it up to him. Lots of booze & pizza. & I'll get back our horror movie collection from Rose.

[thinks] You know, I bet I could get him to wear something I've already worn...

[evil grin]