Title: Freeze

Disclaimer: Do you honestly think that if I owned them I'd have the time to write? That's a 'no' by the way, don't own 'em.

Summary: Dean and Sam are tracking down a powerful spirit. Is this one fight the boys won't win..

A/N: OK, here is the official first chapter of my chilling story, Freeze. Hehe couldn't help myself with the pun there. Thank you very much to anyone who read the little extract I put up, and a BIG thank you to the people who reviewed, these wonderful chaps being: vincesbabe, princesspeanut, miss.kaghan, PowerRangerFreak, SpookyClaire and Icewoldblackheart. Not much action in this chapter but there will be plenty to come so stay tuned. This set anywhere before Dead Man's Blood, on it's own little timeline so anything before that episode might be mentioned. Until then, enjoy.


Bob Scott and Red Hardy had just gotten off work. The two were currently contracted as plumbers to help in the renovations of the old Rhodes's house.

"So what you think? I reckon we add some new pipes around grid A, and just fix the pipes in grid B." Red asked his friend as they walked towards their respective trucks. The trucks were glimmering in the frosty night light. Although their town was normally warm, it seemed that the weather had been getting colder for the past few weeks now. Especially at night. Red pulled his jacket tighter around him and wondered if it would start snowing. Heck it was so cold it wouldn't shock him.

Bob shook his head, "Nah mate I'm telling ya new pipes all round. It's not like Mr Pryor can't afford it. That guy probably wipes his ass with Benjamin's face. I still don't get what the hell he wants with this old dump anyway." He said gruffly. He didn't like the new owner. The guy had waltzed into their town and bought the oldest property there, the old run down house which was previously owned by the Rhodes family. The guy was a suit, not like the rest of the people who lived in their town and Bob could swear that he walked around with a stick up his ass.

Red laughed, "Yeah you're probably right. By the way Sheryl wanted to know if you, Mandy and the kids wanted to come around for dinner on the weekend. I was gonna throw a barbeque providing this shitty weather clears up enough."

"Sure thing, is there anything I can bring with me? I'll bring around a slab and get Mandy to fix up a salad or something." Bob answered. He stopped walking as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and the temperature seemed to drop around ten degrees. Bob looked over at his friend who had also stopped, wondering if he had felt it too. By the look on the other man's face he supposed he had. Bob was just about to open his mouth to say something when a freezing wind cut through him. He had to pull his arms around himself tight as his body started to shiver against the sudden onset of cold that ran through him.

Red watched in horror as his friend dropped to his knees clutching his arms around his torso as if trying to ward off an invisible attack, "Bob!" he crouched next to the fallen man and grabbed the guy's face trying to make Bob look at him. Bob's skin felt like ice and it seemed to be hardening beneath his touch. He pulled his hands away in shock and fear and watched as the once pink skin of his friend took on a light blue tinge.

Bob concentrated with everything he had in him to try and warn his friend of the icy shape forming behind him. He painfully lifted his arm to point at it and heard the snapping of his frozen bones with every movement. He managed to raise his arm enough to make his fears know to the other man before his heart froze over along with his lungs and the rest of his organs.

Red looked at the frozen face of his work partner, his best friend and wondered what his friend was pointing at. He turned his head slowly, the hairs across his body standing to attention and his stomach clamping in anticipation. His eyes opened wide in shock and he tried to let out a petrified scream but it caught halfway in his throat as his whole body froze over.


"Hey Dean, you feel up for a trip to the beach?" Sam asked over the loud music and chatter in the rowdy bar. He leant back against his chair. For being out of his comfort zone he was actually having a good time. Of course his comfort zone normally consisted of his older brother Dean, and the said person was just about to hit the black ball into the far top right-hand pocket of the pool table.

"The beach?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow and smirked at his brother when the ball went into the chosen hole, "It's your turn, rack 'em up little bro." he said raking a big swig of his beer.

Sam leant his pool-que against the table he had been sitting at and grabbed the plastic triangle from below the table and started to set up the balls, "Yeah the beach."

Dean gave a suggestive smile to a young woman who walked past him, "You talking a little shore leave or a little hunting?" he asked, taking another mouthful from his now nearly empty beer, "You wanna break?" he gestured to the pool table.

The younger hunter nodded and hit the white ball at the triangle cluster of its friends. The balls separated with a loud clacking noise and bounced off each other, one going into a hole.

When the Winchesters hustled pool they held off playing to hard against their not so talented opponents, however when the Winchesters played against each other they didn't hold back. The youngest Winchester was never as good as his father or his brother in a game of pool, but he could hold his own pretty well, and when playing against his big brother he had to. That or Dean would never let him forget it.

Dean however, took to pool like a fish took to water. He was naturally good and could remember when he was around twenty and for the first time ever actually managed to beat his father. He smiled fondly at the memory. John had clapped him on the back and said, "Well done Dean, great game." The words themselves weren't much but the pride for his son had shone through clear in John's eyes.

Sam nudged his older brother with his elbow to indicate it was his shot. Dean who was staring at another young woman nudged back.

"Dude it's your shot." Sam said elbowing his brother again, "And it's a little hunting."

"What you got for us Sammy?" Dean asked leaning over the table to take a shot.

Sam ignored the use of his hated nickname. He was in too much of a good mood to risk a fight with Dean which would end up shattering his happy mood. The younger hunter picked up the newspaper he had been reading, "Bob Scott and Red Hardy were found dead yesterday in a parking lot in McKinnon off the coast of Florida." Sam paused for dramatic effect, "Get this, they were found frozen Dean. Completely frozen, not like cold but like ice age frozen."

Dean looked up from the shot he had just been about to take, "Like frozen, popsicle frozen?"

The young hunter smiled, happy to have caught his brother's attention and continued, "Yep. It said in the autopsy report that they were somehow frozen inside out. Defiantly our kind of gig." He finished taking a swig of his beer and going to the pool table after Dean indicated it was now his turn.

"Huh." Dean said with a pensive look on his face looking at the picture of the two dead guys in the newspaper which was resting on the table with their drinks.

"Huh what?" Sam asked retreating back to the table.

Dean looked up at Sam seriously, "Look's like I'll have to buy you a new bikini Samantha if you're going to go swimming. Can't have you skinny dipping and driving all the guys nuts." he laughed sidestepping a punch Sam had swung half-heartedly at him.

"Hilarious. Don't worry about me Dean. I unlike some very non-fashionable brothers actually have swimming shorts." He said glaring at his brother who was still laughing at his own joke.

"Whatever dude." The older brother said with a sigh. He nodded to the waitress to let her know he wanted another beer, "So what do you think this might be?" he asked turning serious.

"Could be a lot of things. I'm guessing that it's most likely a spirit or demon." He stated, but any more of what he might have said was cut off as the waitress came over with a new beer for his brother.

Dean gave her that smile and Sam practically watched her melt. How the hell does he do that! The younger brother watched the waitress float back behind the bar and wink at Dean.

"Yeah I'm thinking that too. Your turn." He said gesturing to the pool table again with his beer.

Sam nodded and hit a few more balls into the holes. He cursed under his breath as he missed a ball and looked down at the table. Dean only had four balls left. He was going to clean up and Sam had lost the game.

Dean must have been thinking the same thing because he glanced at the table and smirked at Sam, "Prepare to lose Sammy." He snickered as he quickly pocketed the balls followed by the black, "You're so lucky you're my little brother or that game would have cost you a lot of money."

"Oh, I feel so privileged!" Sam said in a high mocking voice. He grinned as the smirk slid from his brother's face, "So how far to Florida?" he asked getting back to work.

The older hunter skulled the rest of his beer and let out a satisfied sigh, slamming the bottle on the small table. Dean grabbed his jacket, "Not far, around five hours. I say we go hit the sack, and leave first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yeah good idea." Sam agreed although he was a bit upset to have to leave the bar. He had been having a good time with Dean. He figured that they had deserved a good night off though. The events of the past few months had been wearing down on them and it was good to just relax and act like everyday blokes.

Dean put a twenty down on the table and turned to Sam, a wicked grin on his face, "Race you to the car geek boy!" he said and slapped Sam upside the head just for the hell of it before he took off out of the bar.


The bit at the start was my lame attempt at doing that whole 'show them what happened' thing that they do at the start of most Supernatural episodes. A friend of mine told me it would be a good idea so that's what I came up with. Until then please review and let me know what you think! Oh and the 'events' mentioned there is just what happened in my other story Bad Dreams but you don't have to read that story to make sense of this one.

Mishka xXx