Summary: A run in with an ice-witch leaves Sam in a predicament.
Frozen Up by frostygossamer
"Starting to panic here, dude", Sam squawked breathlessly, his nose pressed to the ice wall.
"You and me both", muttered Dean, hunkered in the middle of the cave, his head buried in their weapon bag, searching fruitlessly for the right implement.
Sam tried not to breathe too hard, his icy exhale was hardening onto the frozen surface before him, making its hold on him ever more inexorable.
"It's your own fault, man", Dean grumbled, hefting a couple tools experimentally then returning them to the bag. "Told you to wait until we got back to the motel. You had to go right here."
"I HAD to go, dude", Sam retorted grumpily. "It was the beer, and all that waiting around in frozen tunnels for the goddamn ice-witch to show."
"And you had to do it right there? Against a frozen wall, a wall frozen by evil hoodoo? And you didn't think she would've put some kinda trick curse on it?", his brother commented wisely.
"One hell of a nasty-ass curse", Sam complained.
"She was evil, Sam", Dean pointed out. "Ah-ha. Got it", taking a hacksaw from their bag, "Look away. Not gonna take long."
Sam quailed at the sight of the saw. "God, Dean, there has to be another way."
"Want me to melt it off with boiling water?", Dean chuckled. "Don't be such a wuss. It'll take five. OK, you want me to do your nose first, or your personality?"
Sam growled. "Oh, ha-ha, who's calling who a dick here, Dean? Do what you gotta. And make it fast, bro."
Saw-Saw-Saw-Crack... Saw-Saw-Saw-Crack...
"OK, it's done. Uh-oh. You didn't need this little thing, right?"
"Argh! Jeez, Dean, almost had me there, smart-ass!"
"Don't worry, uh, your nose is still perfect, Princess."
"What you mean 'Princess'? Nooo!"
(Exit pursued by a sasquatch)
The End
A/N: Just a little funny for a wintry December day.