The air grew colder. Dean looked around, his heart dropping as he saw her, fritzing and flickering against the infirmary's wall. Not Moody.

"Oh, crap."

She was on him in a second, despite the steel cage. He grabbed at the salt shaker, fingers closing around it as the force lifted and threw him back against the wall. Pain thundered through him.

Floor level. She was there, her hand reaching out. Reaching through. It was so cold around his heart, blooding freezing in his pipes.

Something in his hand. He jerked it at her. She disappeared. He heard the cry.

"Tiny!"