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Frozen Smiles
The night was still and silent. The only sound was his breath, coming out in gray-white puffs like smoke in the frigid air and the soft murmur of a stream. A hole in the clouds let the dim light of the moon through for a moment before closing and sending the world into darkness once again. Grooves and hills in the snow marked out where the demon had passed. He was concerned, looking down his legs to the footprints and trail in the show. Balling his long, bony fingers with lengthy, sharp nails he continued on. There wasn't much he could do to hide his path; he just hoped that the hunters that had been on his trail were gone or regrouping.
No such luck for Mahaha.
"Hey, fugly! That's some grill you got there!" Dean called out to the demon whose frozen smile slowly twisted around to face the Winchesters.
"Dean! Remember about the water!" Sam called out.
The older Winchester barely suppressed an eye roll.
"So, you wanna get something to drink you blue popsicle? " Dean drawled. Mahaha continued to stare and grin, interspersed with small giggles that practically chilled Dean's blood. Once they got to the water Sam rushed up behind the demon and pushed him in. With the rush of the current the ice-blue demon was gone.
"Whew, that was a close one," Sam said as he reached for Dean to help him up from the edge of the stream.
"Remember the water? Really, Sammy? Yeesh, next you'll be getting me a juice box and sending me for a nap."
"Actually, Dean, a juice cleanse would be…" Sam started but Dean quickly interrupted him.
"No. Just no. Let's go somewhere warm and get some beers."
They trekked through the snow to the Impala, silence reigning once more apart from the gentle whispers of breath.