Title: You're as Cold as Ice

Author: Edna

Summary: The brothers are walking on very thin ice on their newest job. Literally. Dean hates witches and he'll hate them even more after this. Hurt!Sam, Protective/Worried!Dean.

Notes: I totally made up the plant of Amanthrapod. The only alternative was moss and that's pretty much all over the world so that wouldn't work! You'll see…

I'm really glad at the amount of story alerts being put on this story. I hope it earns more. Inspiration struck pretty big just now, twice in one day! Well, kinda, it's now midnight ha!

I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I claimed anything, I'd be laughed at by the judge!

As Sam had predicted, Dean went to get: beer. However, he did flirt a little with the lady bartender, dressed in a slutty yet classy little outfit. And Dean was in perfect view of her toned out ass, neatly following her hips going side to side as she walked into the kitchen. And every time she did, a cheeky grin would imprint on Dean's face, followed by dirty images. Dean noticed that she was most definitely flirting back and he had his eyes on the prize.

"So," the bartender started conversation in an attracting manner and a flirtatious smile. "how many beers are you planning to have before you ask me out?"

Dean smiled. "What would give you that impression?" he asked, in a friendly way, unable to quite the urge of flirting back.

The bartender leant over on the bar in front of Dean, showing a little more than cleavage past her long and very well groomed blonde hair. She grinned at him with strong red lipstick allowing Dean to totally be able to read his mind. "Because you've been watching my ass like it's been showing a football game," she laughed.

"Well, I think I might need just one more beer," Dean said teasing.

"What if we're outta beer?" she asked.

"Well, I'd best just check at your place," Dean replied.

"I'm off my shift now. About to go home." she said.

"You know, it's a little dangerous to be going out this late. Alone," Dean said. "How about I make sure you stay safe?"

"My knight in shining armour," the bartender said. "I'm Cathy, by the way."

"Dean,"

"I'll just get my things," Cathy smiled, before heading back into the kitchen, Dean getting one last look as she walked. Dean took his phone from the jacket pocket and pressed speed dial to Sam's number, still grinning from ear to ear.

Sam had been standing there, unable to move for about ten minutes now and freezing. The cold had reached to the tips of his toes and getting colder. No matter how much he'd tried to move his hands, he couldn't move them a centimetre. Nothing else was happening since message in the mirror, slowly disappearing as Sam breathed in the cold air.

Sam heard a familiar song he'd used as his ring tone emerging from his pocket. Sam's heart jumped high: some way of contact. However, it dropped back down in despair when he was unable to get to his pocket. He tried manoeuvring his hip against the sink rim, trying to push the phone out of his pocket. However, through difficulty, numbness and pain, he was too late. He knew it was a long shot, but he still felt an epic fail.

He then heard the motel phone go off. Sam could do nothing, it was in the next room. It soon bleeped into answer phone, to which he heard the sound of his brothers phone leaving a message.

"Hey, Sammy, you there?" he said, to the answer phone, as though Dean was waiting for him to answer. "Nah, I guess you're sleeping. Well, if you wake up or if your in the tub or something, just letting you know I'm gunna be a little while. I got business with a lovely lady bartender. Call if you need me. Bye Sammy."

Sam sighed in need, desperate from Dean to get back and help him. He was freezing over, not sure what this ice bitch was doing. Whether she was finished. Whether she was simply making Sam wait, stuck in this cold.

Sam rested his head against the mirror, teeth chattering, body shivering as he looked at the ice imprisoning his hands. Although, he became even more alarmed as he hadn't noticed the green plant somehow making it's way from the ice and saw it slowly coiling itself around his left wrist. Sam was mentally praying and begging for Dean to hurry up, have sex and get back to the motel. He couldn't help but hope Dean would return to him before the cold had taken over. Before it was too late.

Well, well, well. Dean's sex life seems to be affecting Sam's health. Will he be ok in the long run?

Eddiex