2113/Another One Bites the Dust

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Another One Bites the Dust
Date of Scene: 21 August 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Winifred Burkle, Dean Winchester




Winifred Burkle has posed:
There's a shriek and then a spray of dust as Fred fires off a crossbow bolt right into the heart of one of the vampires currently in the midst of a fight.

An urgent call came in to Angel Investigations when Fred was at the desk. A woman's teenage son was kidnapped by a gang with strange faces and fangs. She thought they were Halloween masks, far too early to the season. The police disbelieved her and so she called a number she had seen on a flier in desperation. As the call came in late afternoon, Fred knew Angel would be unable to help. First, she called Sam and left a message. Then, she called Dean to help out.

The search led them to an abandoned and boarded up building in Brooklyn, long since abandoned and forgotten. The nest turned out to have not one teenage hostage, but half a dozen on various forms of being fed on. And with a food supply that large? It came with just as large of a nest. Almost immediately, it turned into a whir of chaos and fighting.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Why don't people have the courtesy to just stay dead!?" there's no lack of irony in Dean's words as he wrestles one of the larger ones, wooden stake in hand. The blonde lady vampire throws him down hard, lingering over top him as a flash of irritation crosses his gaze. And just as the vampire bears teeth towards his chest, the stake is driven into her heart, causing her to disappear in a spray of dust all over him.

He frowns, "That will never be cool." But even as he says the words, another is on him, in a strange dance this way and that, more like something choreographed that an actual fight. And as the pair engage in their version of West Side Story, a third nabs the eldest Winchester from behind.

Winifred Burkle has posed:
"I don't think it's about courtesy!" Fred tells Dean across the din of the roars and the fight. Quickly, she attempts to load another bolt into the crossbow, but it's a mechanism that requires more than a moment and Dean is being attacked from both sides.

Taking hold of the bolt, she runs forward with a yelled, "Dean!" before launching herself right at the vampire attacking him from behind. She might be a slight woman, but with enough momentum, she has just enough to dislodge him from Dean's backward dance.

Fred is not exactly a physically strong woman, but she has a bit of science on her side. Without the propellant of the crossbow, actually staking the vampire she is currently tussling with is a bit of a tall order. There's a roar of frustration as the waifish physicist attaches herself to the vampire's back and tries to hang on there.

Dean's dance partner gives him a toothy grin - crunchy face seemingly taking some sort of pleasure in this. He dances one way, Dean dances another: afake left a lunge right. Finally, with a hiss, he attempts to use the distraction of first the behind attack and then Fred's intervention as an opening. Supernaturally fast, he springs forward with a considerable amount of force.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Fred!" comes back Dean's warning but there's no time for it. The quickness of the vampire on him has him falling backwards again. But his hand goes for the bottle tucked into the hem of his tactical jacket instead of the stake. It takes a lot less precision to douse someone with holy water than get a stake through their heart.

The water sloshes towards the vamp, causing smoke to emit from the injured party on contact. The loud hiss of the vampire at the pain also sees it recoiling and Dean taking the opportunity to lunge forward, stake in hand. Dean drives the stake hard into the vampire's heart.

A second flask of holy water is opened and thrown hard at the vampire that Fred clings to. The water splashes through the sky and definitely hits the much stronger of the two on contact.

Winifred Burkle has posed:
There's a high-pitched wail as the holy water burns at the vampire attempting to dance with Dean Winchester. In rage and pain, he attempts to keep his attack forward, but there's an involuntary reel backward. The stake in its heart stops its movement as it freezes in time and then explodes in a moldy expulsion of dust and decay.

The vampire Fred has tackled is having a bit better of a time, if it can be called that. While Fred had the best of intentions in tackling, she doesn't have the proper momentum to actually stake him once she's there. Instead, she is holding on as best she can. The reeling of the holy water sends the creature into a flail backward against the wall, smashing Fred painfully against it. There's a gasp of pain from the brunette, but she holds on. Using the moment, she plunges downward with the crossbow bolt, but misses the heart. The bolt remains stuck right in the chest as it glares at Dean and charges toward him, Fred sliding down the wall.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"So gross," Dean mutters when the vampire explodes. "This will never be cool," he repeats Dean holds up the stake, keeping it high and poised to catch the vampire's heart, but rather than run away from it or try to catch the vampire on its trajectory, he runs towards it and at the last minute bails to the floor to slide beneath it.

If it works, he aims to stake it in the back... upon which he will likely complain about the dust.

Winifred Burkle has posed:
Fred would not at all disagree that the vampire dust is disgusting. Despite working with a vampire that she cares quite a deal for, the entire dust thing is not exactly sanitary or appealing. From her place on the ground, she coughs and tries to regain the breath into her lungs. It takes her a little while.

Dean slides under the vampire, which it was certainly not expecting. It stumbles, even, as its head trajectory attempts to follow Dean and it makes his center of gravity tumble. It makes an easy target for Dean to stake him in the back, straight to the heart. And, yes, he also crumbles to dust, leaving quite a bit more to complain about.

Pushing herself up from the ground, Fred takes a few short breaths that she wanted to be deeper. "Th-thanks," she gasps.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"So nasty," Dean mutters with an obvious shudder. He shivers again, trying to get all of the remains of the vampire off his tactical jacket before treading back towards Fred. "You good?" never a question of 'okay'. Okay isn't remotely far enough. He looks around the area and shakes his head. "Damned vamps always leaving messes everywhere."

His cheeks puff out with exasperation. "You should take the bolts back. Totally reusable. No reason to increase the bolt budget. Budget bolts. Budget for bolts? Bolt budget," he finally settles on.

Winifred Burkle has posed:
"Yes," Fred gasps for a moment, trying to push herself back up to standing. It takes a few moments, but she does. "I'm good. That was..." she looks about. It was an intense fight. She's used to a certain amount of it, but not with Dean. It's a different rhythm. She doesn't even catch that he asks her if she is good rather than 'okay'. That's not how she generally works. "We need to go make sure the others are okay."

There's a blink at the total rationality of Dean's response. "I--yes, I will," she tells him. Picking herself, she winces as she starts to pick up the bolts she fired and then plunged into vampires. "I think...I think they kept the others back there," she nods toward the iron clad and bolted door. It would take some expert lock picking to get through it.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's breath rakes in his throat and it's just then that he realizes how much this particular fight took out of him. He slowly slides towards the door and runs his fingers across the iron. He whistles sharply, "Like they didn't want us getting in or something." He actually chuckles at that like he's said something incredibly funny.

He reaches into the pocket of his jacket and plucks out his trusty lock pick. It'll take awhile to get through, but he's going to stay the course and is not remotely dissuaded by the complication. "Man. This is a tough one. I've done harder... probably," his head waffles a bit at the thought. "But this one is pretty intense. You pick many locks?"

Winifred Burkle has posed:
It takes a little while, but Dean is certainly able to pick the lock. Fred moves up behind him as he does so, already fitting a crossbow bolt to prepare for the fact that there might be other vampires ready to attack them once the door is opened.

"Honestly, first time I learned to pick a lock, Sam taught me." There's a bit of pride and warmth in her voice as she says that. It doesn't matter that it's illegal and not exactly a Rhodes' Scholar sort of life skill, but she is glad that she knows it. "I picked the lock to your place plenty while you and Sam were gone," she says as if she expects that to be common knowledge.

After some trial and error, Dean picks the lock. He's not wrong, it's difficult and meant the stave off Hunters like him. As the door opens a figure rushes forward in a roar and fury, attempting to tackle him.

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Sammy's pretty good," Dean agrees as he continues to mess with the mechanism. "Not a bad... teacher..." he murmurs quietly, listening to each of the movements. He stops however, at the mention of picking the lock to his place, "Wait. Wait. Wait. While I was in jail you were in our apartment?" His nose wrinkles. "Isn't that like at least a little bit weird, bro?" His eyebrows draw together. "Did you look through our stuff?"

Suddenly the thought of Fred in the apartment alone-alone has him concerned. "I'll notice if any of my skin mags are gone. I'll even look," his head shakes. "Can't leave anyone alone," he murmurs.

He's thrown off enough that it's easy for the figure to knock Dean off his feet, particularly as the lock pick continues to be in his possession. He presses the vampire back as far as he can manage, but it's futile without holy water or a stake at the ready.

Winifred Burkle has posed:
"Good enough to teach me how to break into your place," Fred agrees with a bit of a smirk, crossbow now leveled at the doorway. There's a laugh she can't suppress as she defends, "I was trying to find something to find him! I only went into his room and I didn't find anything." There's a pause. "You hid skin mags? Does Sam know?" That's not ever something she expected. While she searched the Winchester apartment, porn was not one of the things she was looking for. However, she can't help a rolled eye, "If you're not missing anything, can't be missing anything you'd actually miss. It's been months." It's a snide comment, but also a hint of the Fred that Sam has seen and known. This is the woman that rigged up strange vampire killing equipment.

The vampire streaks forward and takes Dean off of his feet. Not confident enough in her crossbow abilities, she runs forward to try and help. Dean is knocked off his feet, but the strength in his arms keep the vampire from biting at him. As he does so, he gets a better look: a teenager, gaunt but the face now the same as the others. He's desperate for Dean's neck: a good meal.