Early the next morning Dean woke up and couldn't fall back asleep so he went for a walk. He slowly dawdled down a narrow dirt pathway which lead to a small but pretty park. He kicked a stone as he made his way up to a shallow pond. He saw himself in the reflection of the pond and kicked the stone hard into it, causing ripples to spread over its surface. The park was mostly empty except for a familiar looking girl sitting on the other side of the pond. Dean narrowed his eyes, trying to see the girl better. She looked up and smiled widely. It was Emily. She stood up and made her way over to him. Sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees onto her face.

"Dean" she smiled. "What a surprise to see you here!" Dean narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"What are you doing here?" he asked her. She looked at him quizzically.

"It's a park… I'm going for a walk; a lot of people do that, Dean." She told him. He looked down awkwardly.

"Yeah, I guess they do."

"So… Last time I talked to you, you mentioned Trials…" She said expectantly. Deans face went serious as he studied her eyes. When he didn't say anything she sighed. "You're not going to tell me are you?"

"Nope" Emily looked disappointed. However, she smiled playfully.

"What if I told you one of my secrets?" she stage whispered.

"No" Dean started to walk away.

"Okay, sorry. Sorry!" she apologised, jogging to keep up with his long strides. "You want to be mysterious, that's fine." He looked at her intensely. "So, do you have any brothers or sisters?" she asked him.

"I have a brother." He replied a little coldly. He immediately felt bad because she looked upset by his tone. "Uhmm, his name's Sam." He said a little kinder. Emily's face perked up.

"Is he older or younger?"

"Younger." Emily's smile took up half of her face and Dean couldn't help but give a small smile in return.

Sam woke up about half an hour after Dean left. He reached for Dean's bed to wake him up but discovered that he was not there. He shot up and looked around the room. When he found that Dean was no longer there he instantly rang him, assuming the worst. He had to ring Dean three times before he answered.

"Dean?!"

"What?!"

"Where the hell are you?!"

"I went for a walk."

"And you didn't think to tell me, leave a note, anything?!"

"Dude, chill."

"You could've been abducted…. Or worse."

"Well I'm fine, I'll be back soon." Dean hung up on him. Sam stared at his phone and sighed. He was fed up with Dean's constant mood swings and sudden disappearances and decided to make good use of the time alone. He walked over to the little coffee shop across the road from the motel. He debated whether to get one for Dean but decided not to as he was unsure when he would get back from his little expedition. Sam made his way back to the motel to find that Dean was still not back. He sighed and took a sip from his coffee. Sam looked at his watch and frowned. Knowing that Dean would most likely take a long time to get back he headed off to the local library, sending a text to Dean to let him know where he went. The library looked small from the outside but when he walked in he was consumed by a world of bookshelves. He walked around the tables to the reception and asked the plump woman at the desk where he could get documents on the local history. She smiled warmly at him and let him into the back room where there were files and files on the seemingly small town. He grabbed the box labelled 'murders and crimes' as well as the one labelled 'local legends' and made his way back to the main room of the library. He placed the boxes down with a thump and plonked himself down in the chair. He started searching through the files in the 'local legends' box. There weren't too many documents in the box he discovered as he flipped through each of them but couldn't find anything about ice or even water. He looked up when he heard a crash and several thumps down one of the book aisles. He got up and peeked around the corner of the book shelf. A young girl with caramel blonde hair was gathering books up off the floor.

"Hey, do you need any help?" Sam asked her. She looked up and blushed deeply.

"Umm, no, I'm alright, thanks though." She said quietly, looking embarrassed. Sam walked over to her and knelt down to help anyway. As he put the last book back, she looked up and he caught her eyes. She smiled.

"Thanks" she said appreciatively "I'm Claudia" she said.

"Sam" he smiled. He got up again and went back to all the documents, stealing a last glance at Claudia.

Sam and Dean met back at the motel by midday.

"Did you find anything interesting at the library?" Dean asked. Sam made an awkward face which Dean narrowed his eyes at slightly.

"Uhh…., yeah, actually," Sam began. "About eighty years ago a man named Henry Kostroff drowned his daughter in a lake which then froze over the weeks after he killed her. And get this… they filled in the lake last year and built the ice arena there."

"So, you're thinking that building on the land pissed off the spirit?" Dean asked.

"Exactly" Sam confirmed. Dean grabbed the car keys and they took off in the impala.