8289/Subway Train to Deadland

Subway Train to Deadland
Date of Scene:	12 July 2019
Location:	Subway Station, Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Dean Winchester is found slaying vampires in a subway tunnel by two very non-vampire-slaying ladies in April O'Neil and Vanessa Carlysle.
Cast of Characters:	Dean Winchester, April O'Neil, Copycat

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Dean Winchester has posed:
When summer sets in, Brooklyn tends to get a little... rowdy. Who can blame everyone? The heat and humidity, the absolutely insane population density. Crime rates go up. Tensions follow. And when violence leads the way, Dean Winchester is rarely far behind. The day had been an absolutely long one, too warm and sticky to make the time pass in any way other than a tormenting crawl.

Then the sun went down.

Rumors have a habit of holding some truths and the rumors as of late pointed toward a small time gang of thugs rising up amid the tensions to stake their roaming claim on the subsay platforms. Excessively violent, the small group was said to be more interested in assault than theft. At first it was simply that. Beatings. Then... the scales tipped. Beatings became Eatings. Or so Dean Winchester would be quick to point out. A murder. Then another. One survivor spoke of drug crazed maniacs. Biting. Laughing. Insanely strong.

It's that testimony that brought this Winchester to the now vacated subway platform. It may even be what brought one April O'Neil. What she finds and what Dean found might be a little... different. What Dean found was four fledgeling Vampires acting out and getting careless. What April finds? Is three decapitated bodies, blood thick on the tile like cold syrup and Dean Winchester. Machete in hand, spattered in red and waving smoke from his face as a vampire burns and thrashes wildly on the third rail just past the platform.

April O'Neil has posed:
April had gotten a lot of tips about this subway station and what had been going on there. She wanted to get some proof of it before she'd bring it up on her podcast, so she'd packed a backpack and put on some dark clothing. A pair of black jeans, a dark violet teeshirt with a picture of Hendrix on the chest, some black and white running shoes and a apple watch on her wrist... not exactly a ninja costume, but she's not the best prepper in the world.

This time, she'd made sure to call her friend Vanessa though to have some backup along with her. She'd warned Vanessa about some of what she'd heard and met up with her about halfway to the station. Along the way she'd told her her plans... which were just to stake the station out a bit, take some videos and pictures, see who was loitering. Nothing major. She was glad to have Van along too, she knew her friend was pretty tough and likely able to help if things went a little south. The Turtles had kept telling April 'Stop doing this stuff alone!'.

So here they are! A duo of brave women, traveling down the subway's stations steps. April's saying things to her friend like 'Whats that smell?' and 'Did you hear that?' whilst raising her camera phone up to record the video of it all.

The sounds of the fight on the rails is where the reporter is headed, camera read to record!

Copycat has posed:
When April's friends hear that April took Vanessa to investigate the Subway Station O' Murder, they will probably clarify that they meant take someone green, with an armored shell and plenty of ninjutsu training. A trio of qualifications that Vanessa Carlysle strikes out on like a Little Leaguer facing Justin Verlander.

But she came. When she heard April was going somewhere she probably shouldn't, Vanessa tried to talk her out of it. But the tall brunette was not going to let April go alone. This time April actually saw the pistol being checked before it went into her purse, possibly confirming earlier suspicions on the subject if they hadn't already been settled.

Vanessa showed up wearing a dark pair of leggings, a dark grey tee and then a dark blue paneled shirt overtop of it. Though the latter ended up removed and stuffed through the strap of her bag due to the heat. The woman seems unsure whether to try to look inconspicuous, or try to be stealthy. As the sound of the fight is heard, Vanessa winces. She pulls out her phone and turns on the camera, recording as well as she follows April. It seems the reporter has the more courage - or perhaps less sense? - of the two, as she is definitely leading the way.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Fight. Oh, what a fight. It's times like these that Dean is keenly aware of how much easier this job is with his brother. Hell, Cas would be a welcome addition to this bloodfest. Sadly, Dean has neither tonight and would give his left arm for a super power or two. Instead he has a big knife and a bigger chip on his shoulder. His grip loosens, machete hanging low at his side. Brows furrowed and nose crinkled at the stink of burning abomination as he waves the smoke away. A glance down the tracks to the left follows the distant cackle of a madman in the dark. Another joins. Four red eyes, like rubies in the black of the tunnel. Dean sneers in distaste. "Oh yeah, laugh it up! Not gonna be so funny when it's YOUR jacket that gets ruined!" Sniffing hard to clear his sinuses, he regrets it immediately. He can't fight the sneeze as it comes. Loud and abrupt. That's when he heads the footsteps. "Craaaaaap." Pressing his back to a wide support pillar, Dean Winchester wipes his face somewhat cleaner with the back of his sleeve. Leather jacket, well beaten. Black t-shirt made darker still by blood. Now ruined jeans.

April and Vanessa are greeted by a nightmarish sight. The three headless bodies of what look like run of the mill junkies, vagrants or thugs. A small fire on the tracks as one vampire burns to ash. Bloody boot prints leading to Dean's hiding place and down that dark track...

"Oh, look at this, Murphy." A womans voice. Hoarse and raspy. Older maybe. "New recruits." A man laughs, sadistic glee hard to miss. His voice nasal and mocking. "Think they'll like the taste of Winchester?! Hahahaha!"

April O'Neil has posed:
Needless to say, there's a lot here to record. "Jesus Christ." is April's initially uttered reaction to the sight on the tracks. She keeps her phone up and looks over to Vanessa. "Better get that gun out." She gives her friend a concerned look, she'd invited her along but hadn't expected an evening quite like THIS. Not to this kind of Biblical level of disgusting underworld mayhem in their city.

She can hear the voice of the man, and she can see glimpses of him where he's hiding, but its the others that are drawing her attention, especially when they refer to she and Vanessa as 'New recruits'.

"Shit." She mutters before she reaches around behind her back to grab for her 1,000 Lumens Flashlight. She raises it up and aims it toward the tracks and flips it on. Its like a mini-floodlight.

"We already called the cops, douchebags!" April says, and its a lie. "Whatevers goin' on down here better end pretty damn fast! Got this all on camera, its hitting the internet live!" Thats also a lie. They're just recording for later, not live streaming... she's learned her mistakes with live streaming.

Copycat has posed:
Lie? Vanessa looks over, phone to ear, as she whispers into it, "Yes, three dead bodies at the subway station, 5th and Elm, Brooklyn. And there's, make that four, someone's burning on the tracks," she says into the phone. "Shoot, they see us," she says, hanging up the phone to dump it into her bag and pulling out the pistol instead.

Vanessa takes it in both hands, having run through this in her head many times, but never actually drawn it in a moment like this. She keeps the safety on for the moment, but lifts it, pointing it first towards Dean's hiding spot, then towards the duo coming down the tracks.

Vanessa winces and looks like it's taking all of her nerve to not run in place with anxiety. "Oh yes, this is SO much better than just going out for Italian," she mutters, referring back to the first thing she'd said when April had rang her tonight about coming out here.

Dean Winchester has posed:
This situation right here is probably why people insist that Dean not work alone. It's not that he's -bad- at Hunting, far from it. He just gets a little... messy. The talk of recruiting the newcomers sets his teeth to grind. The goal was to stop the killings, not increase them. Vampires infront of him, down a dark tunnel with a killer rail. Behind him, two women with a flashlight and.... video. Phone. Cops. Dean and the woman vampire both say the same thing out loud. "That's not good." Dean, more for his own situation. The beasties? Likely meaning it as well.

"Live on the internet?! I'm gonna make you FAMOUS!" Roars the man in the dark, those twin pinpoints of crimson light flaring with vampiric outrage. "Yeah, I'm screwed." Dean mutters to himself. The vampires are stalking closer and when the intense beam of light hits them, their faces twist into horrific rictus sneers of hatred. Fangs barred and hissing, one charges as the smaller ducks to shadow.

Chosing a brilliant time to reveal himself, Dean ducks out from behind the pillar. Massive, bloody blade in one hand. The other arm up to conceal half his face as he runs at April and Vanessa! "Run, dammit! RUN!" On cue, that hyena cackle rises as the Vampires break from shadow and tunnel to charge the platform.

April O'Neil has posed:
Actually calling the cops? This is why April invited Vanessa, thats a really great idea... One she'd never really taken advantage of in her investigations in the past. At least not until it was ultimately too late and she was inevitably caught or in the process of BEING caught.

A slight grin is shown to Vanessa (Is April enjoying this? This danger and chaotic reckless searching for answers and 'news'? She's kinda weird like that), but her flashlight catches the nasties coming out of the tunnel and then her eyes go wide when Dean explodes onto the scene with his sword.

Is he on their side?? Is Vanessa about to shoot him?!

Either way, April's heart starts to beat faster and she turns to run. "Come on!" And collides right into a metal basket trashcan causing it to fly forward and her to fall down to her hands and knees on the cold concrete of the train station! She's starts to scramble to try to get up, but she's no super hero, not by a long shot.

Copycat has posed:
Vanessa panicks as the pair with the monstrous appearances start to rush forward. She pulls the trigger. Safety still on. She fumbles and gets it off, her hands shaking with the rush of adrenaline that Bob had told her would come in a moment like this. Bob being the nice instructor at the gun range that had taught the gun safety class she attended.

Though he's not really in her head as Vanessa fires off two shots that both hit columns, nearer to the vampires than to Dean, though likely not so far from him as to leave him feeling overcome with happiness. She lowers the gun as the man yells at them to run.

Vanessa turns and runs, managing to run into April as she's there on hands and knees. Rookie vampire fighters at their best, Vanessa tumbles over April to land on the ground with an OOF as the air is knocked from her lungs, her shoulders and chest on the ground, her feet bent forward over her back. If someone were there videotaping it, this would totally go viral on imgur. Actually, April is videotaping it, but who knows if her camera caught the wipeout. Also, if get turned, do vampires post to imgur?

Dean Winchester has posed:
Faces twisted into rage filled masks of feral hunger, fangs out and sharp like ice picks. The woman with the scratchy voice, spindly and lean, wearing her tattered church clothes from years past. The man is tall, thickly built and bearded like a wizard trucker. As she flanks wide, the one called Murphy barrels toward them. Both laugh uproariously as Dean chooses flight over fight. Their humor made all the more powerful as April takes a spill and Vanessa Oakley trips over her.

"That's not running! That's the opposite!" Dean shouts loudly in his objection. Slipping and almost taking a fall himself, Dean can thank the small pond of stolen blood for that bullet whistling past and not through him. "WHOA! Watch it!" Pivoting on heel, Dean brings the machete up just as Murphy shoulder checks the Hunter like a speeding Buick. Blade falling infront of April, Mr. Winchester sliiiiiides across the wet floor awkwardly.

"Two points! You see that, Miss Karn?! I got 'im!" Cackles the big man with the little voice. Miss Karn, the newr elderly blood sucker, comes sauntering up with a wide and horrible smile of too many pointy teeth. "Guns? Oh, sweetie. You really shouldn't have."

April O'Neil has posed:
April is planted to the ground as Vanessa trips over her, she 'oofs' at the feeling of the other woman rolling across her and is laying on her stomach when she sees two things happen. One, Dean goes sliding past her (He's pretty cute. She can't help it! She's an overly observant person!) and two, the sword clatters to the ground in front of her.

Action time! April crawls out from beneath/beside Vanessa and reaches for the bloody bladed sword. She wraps her right hand around its grip and swings around back up and facing the Vampires!

"You don't know what you're in for now." She warns them, phone in her left hand now being put on her hip, into a little pocket on her belt where it can continue to record from the front of her left thigh.

"I'm best friends with a swordsman and he's taught me how to use this." She's literally the worst liar in the world. Though to be fair, Leonardo has given her SOME sword training in the past couple of years they've known each other.

"Step on us any further, and you're gonna lose some parts. Maybe even some parts ya like." She's trying to buy the other two time to get up and get running again as she spreads her footing apart and keeps backstepping a bit herself, nervously of course.

Copycat has posed:
It's always best to give a warning like April does. Tell your adversary what they might face and give them a chance to back-

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Vanessa has rolled over and gotten the gun back into both hands and just unloads on Miss Karn. While Vanessa is far from keeping the bullets in a tight spacing, they do almost all hit the woman's torso. Blood sprays from a half-dozen bullet holes ranging all over her chest, while only a single bullet misses to make a hole in the tiled wall.

Vanessa backs up, just pushing back with her feet, before finally getting them under her so she can stand up, still keeping the gun pointed in both hands. Her purse is gone somewhere in the fall, leaving her just half a clip in the gun and no reload. "Let him go!" she says to Murphy, swinging the gun over to point it towards him with the determined look of a woman who has spent the last decade living on the streets.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Wind knocked out of him, sliding across the platform on a puddle of blood(which is usually bad enough but vampire blood? It's old and mixed with multiple victims. Grosser. Promise.) and Dean Winchester still finds the time to upnod April and Vanessa as he passed. Scrambling to his feet and looking like a nightmare, Dean pulls yet another knife. Murphy squaring off against Winchester, both men look surprised. Actually surprised at the reactions from both April and Vanessa.

"Best friends with a swordsman?! Oh, dear. Did you bring him?" The woman cheerfully replies between razor fangs. "First, I'm going to turn -you-. Then I'm going to make you tur-" Miss Karn is interrupted by Vanessa and lead. The supernatural apex predators body rocking with the shots before slipping and falling in the blood of her fallen nest. The high pitched whine that comes out of Murphy is unexpected. Dean laughs. His eyes go wide as the bigger man turns, snarls and slaps him aside like a toy. Dean, being a professional, yelps as he disappears off the platform. Landing eye to rail with near death. As Miss Karn lifts her head, poking a digit at the holes in her chest with clear disbelief, Murphy the Truckasaurus Vampire with a voice like 13 year old Carrot Top barrels at the two women with the outrage born of seeing his maker assaulted. He's a tad upset.

Groaning with effort and pain, Dean Winchester gets to his feet and manages to throw his knife and stick it in Murphy's backside. "Two points! How you like that?!"

April O'Neil has posed:
April is clutching the sword's handle in both of her hands now, she's rocking back and forth on her light shoes and thinking about her next move--when Vanessa's gun goes off! It makes April's eyes shut tight because the noise is very echoey and loud and... she's not used to gunfire! It freaks her out, GUNS freak her out to be entirely honest!

When she opens them again, she sees Dean getting smacked away like garbage back down into the tracks where he's probably dead? (Hopefully not!) and then she sees the big brute rushing toward her while the female vampire is dealing with the wounds? Doesn't look that put off by them...

Vanessa's gonna be so pissed at her for this whole trip!

When the angry one charges at them? April snarls her lips and lunges forward to try to drive the sword into the Vampire's chest!

Copycat has posed:
Vanessa is backing up, trying to keep distance between herself and the man. She's about to shoot as she sees him rush forward, but then April is moving in with the sword, and getting in her line of fire.

As Miss Karn gets up and doesn't seem to mind the bullet holes in her chest, Vanessa's large, clear eyes suddenly get larger. "April, what the f-" she starts to say. She reaches down and grabs the metal trash can that April tripped over. Vanessa rushes forward and tries to pull it down over Miss Karn's head before the woman can get back upright. Though it also possibly makes the mistake of bringing Vanessa within arm's reach of the freakish woman.

Dean Winchester has posed:
It all happens so fast. There's little time to think and only split second reactions and basic instinct can be counted on. Dean, watching the women square off against fang faced horrors, is impressed. He's also scared crapless by how close they are to Murphy and Miss Karn. "Go for the damn head! The head!" He bellows forcefully while jumping back onto the platform and makes a mad dash toward the four.

The thrown knife stuck in Murphy's rump distracts him just enough for April to get that blade pointed straight in her counter-charge. That big ole machete sinks into Murphy's chest and sticks out the back. Stunned. Baffled. Impaled. Murphy looks down at the hilt and up to April's eyes as blood pours out of his mouth. Jaw hanging open. He's never been impaled before! "AAAAAHHHHHHH!" He screams, frantic and shoves at April forcefully as he staggers back. Just in time to meet Dean, who grabs the man by the shoulders and throws him back over the platform. That blade is going to conduct that rail lightning all too well!

"Keep shooting! Keep her down!" Turning, Dean sees something just as confusing to him as Miss Karn. The church lady turned hellish monster starts thrashing wildly, trying to get to her feet. Efforts to shred the trash can unfortunately just bending it out and keeping her arms pinned while she shrieks and roars in protest. "Y-yeah! YEAH! There you go!" Scooping up a sawn-off shotgun that he dropped in the previous brawl, he throws it to Vanessa who seems both much, much closer and far more comfortable with a gun than April appears. "Take out the trash!"

April O'Neil has posed:
April's very lucky she didn't get shot by jumping into Vanessa's line of sight, and some part of her realizes that. But she's too busy... doing something she's never done before... running a sword through someone else's chest.

When it happens, the sensations of it are shocking for the young woman. She can feel it on every level. She can hear it sink into the man's body, through his body, she can feel the vibrations of it through the blade itself and then she sees his reaction. It causes her to get a disgusted look on her face, but that look is quickly replaced with a SHOCKED ONE when the Vampire starts to scream at her.

"I'm sorry!" She instinctively says as her hands let go over the handle of the sword out of nervous need, just before Dean re-arrives and shoves the Vampire back off of the platform.

Quickly, April jumps backward and stutter steps, her eyes shooting over to look and see how Vanessa is, if she needs April's help!

Copycat has posed:
Vanessa moves back away from the vampiric version of Granny Clampett as the trash can manages to catch her arms down at her sides enough to slide down over her shoulders and trap those arms. At least for the moment.

The dark-haired woman looks over in time to see Murphy go flying onto the rail, sparks showering the area as the electricity courses through him and cooks his flesh and clothing.

She looks like she might sick up. She probably will. But thankfully Vanessa holds it down as she sees Dean snatch up another gun and toss it over to her. Her first time firing a shotgun, let along a sawed off one. She grabs it in her hands, extending it away from her body to put the barrel up close to the upended trash can about where the vampiric woman's head would be.

Vanessa pulls the trigger. She completely misses the shot punching through the can and shredding the vampire's head, as the gun kicks back tremendously, slamming into her shoulder and knocking Vanessa onto her ass. The gun clatters away from her, but thankfully doesn't go off.

Dean Winchester has posed:
You never forget your first hunt. Later, Dean will go down memory lane with a few drinks at the hotel bar. For now, he's got this chaos to contend with. If the cops were called, they're close by now. If not? They surely heard all this racket and will be on the way toot sweet.

"Don't appogize to the dead. They don't care." Dean says flatly. His hatred of the undead bordering on the pathological. Seeing April shaken but still in it, he contends with the next issue. Miss Karn.

The high keening shriek of Murphy fills the air for all of five seconds as that third rail roasts the animated corpse to cinders. The machete white hot, handle slagged. No prints to worry him later. Sparks shower behind Dean like a driveway 4th of July display as he rushes to finish what he started.A

The muffled and echoing threats of Miss Karn border on incoherent rage. That which is intelligible is -not- polite. She tries to get to her feet, slipping and moving juuuuust enough for Vanessa's shot to do grievous harm but not finish the job. Slumping back to the platform floor, body spasming as Dean Winchester scoops up that shotty. Sawn-off barrel sticking into the hole Vanessa made in the can, he smirks all too smugly. "Take out the trash. Seriously, nothing? C'mon, girls." BOOM! The other barrel goes off and Miss Karn goes still as the sparks die down behind them. "That was pure gold and you know it. Take out the trash? Nothing?"

April O'Neil has posed:
April is indeed on her feet and back near the middle of the platform when the shotty goes off and Karn goes down. "Holy shit." She says as she sees Vanessa drop back onto her butt on the deck, Dean pick up the gun and do his thing too. She looks between the both of them... and then down to the body of Karn and the trash bin. "Holy... shit." She repeats, eloquently and elegantly. She's from Brooklyn, born and raised, but she's never seen Vampires before.

"The 'dead'?" She repeats to Dean as she moves over to her friend to help her get back up. She looks back to Vanessa then. "You okay?" She asks her, hearing the police sirens. She doesn't want to deal with the cops (which is why she rarely calls them). "Lets get out of here."

April is then looking back over toward Dean. "Who the hell are you any way?" She has to ask him.

Copycat has posed:
Vanessa Carlysle is a bit stunned by it all. She has a hand over on her shoulder, where there is no doubt going to end up being a nasty bruise where the gun kicked into her shoulder. "Dead?" she repeats as well, eyes widening and her forehead furrowing. "I.. yeah, I think.. shit I called the cops," she says, looking at her phone. "Well, it's not on a plan anyway, so, I'll just have to ditch it," she says as April helps her to her feet.

Her ears are ringing from the shotgun blasts, but April's question seems a good one. She looks over towards Dean as well though offers not commentary. Vanessa checks her gun, setting the safety again. She looks around, remembering her bag and going to retrieve it. The bloody mess it fell into has left it pretty nasty, making her wince.

Dean Winchester has posed:
At April's summary of events so far, Dean lets out a heavy sigh of relief. Shoulders sag as the tension and adrenaline fade, he shakes his head with a chuckle and points to the newly minted April the Impaler. "Yeah, that's about right." Cracking the shotgun in half, he plucks the shells free and pockets them before reloading. He's far, far too casual about all this carnage.

Sirens in the distance, first responders on the way and coming in hot. No stranger to making himself scarce from a crime scene, Dean scans the platform and goes into action. Covering his ass more like but gathering severed heads is grisley work that needs to be done. Eliminated as they are, those heads still have fangs. "Yeah. Dead. Not many living people can take four shots to the lungs and still scream like that." With two heads in each hand held by blood soaked hair, Dean hops off the platform and casts the heads to tbe rail. Squinting against the arch of electricity and sudden flames. "Dave Mustane. Special Agent Dave Mustane. CDC. Nasty outbreak. You didn't see me." Looks like Dean isn't thinking about those cameras. "Right?"

April O'Neil has posed:
The name that Dean gives her is filed away, for whatever reason she actually believes this man's word that that is his name, and no it has nothing to do with his dreamy face and capable monster killing skills... thats completely irrelevant to the young woman. She smiles briefly at him and nods. "Right. Sure, pal." She says in a classic New Yorker kind've way.

At Vanessa, her primary concern here, April winces at her bag. "You can dump your stuff in my backpack and we'll... we'll toss that out. Get ya a new one, on me of course." She looks to Vanessa on her way toward the exit of the station. "This... wasn't what I was expecting, I thought this was going to be a gang thing. Not a... living dead thing." Is a gang thing 'better'?

"We can cut through the parking garage up on the street, it'll save us time." She then goes on to suggest. "I know the night watchmen who works the gate. He has a thing for me, he'll let us through."

Copycat has posed:
Vanessa looks over to Dean, her own expression a little more curious about his professed identity. But she looks back to April, nodding and emptying her purse into the backpack, keeping the gun on her, tucked into her waistband. Her hands are starting to shake a little bit. "God I could use a shot right now. Or, make that a bottle," she says. "Jesus, we just killed... ah... killed again? I mean... damn," she says, shaking her head. She's definitely ready to get out of there, letting April lead her through the right she is familiar with.

Vanessa gives one last look back towards Dean, the woman's large eyes seeming to commit his face to memory before they have departed.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Clapping his hands 'clean' of the task, Dean upnods April and her NY acceptance of his bullshit. Eyebrows up, lips purse as he waits for the 'No, wait!' that never comes. A wink and Dean lingers long enough to see the two start their departure and then makes his own hasty escape down the tunnel. Gotta be a service door or something down there but what he really wants is a garden hose and a six pack. Concern for the two women outweighed by the knowledge that Vampire Nests usually have eight to ten members... and with the help of two nice strangers, that makes it two left. The hunt continues.