"Oh really? Well that's a very interesting name, Winchester, one doesn't often here that-" he stammered quickly, reaching for something in the drawer of his desk. Sam reached for his gun at the same moment that Andrew reached down.
"Do it and you're dead." Andrew deadpanned, his hand hidden beneath the desk.
"Do it and you're dead, you pasty freak," Dean growled, also now pointing a gun at Andrew, because that's what that sexy bastard does. Point guns at people and make it look good. My god it's taking all my willpower not to nust turn this into a maryjane and screw the crap out of him. And I'm a lesbian. That's a lesbian saying this. ANYWAY! He drew back the hammer, letting the click ring out in the silent room.
"Let's all just calm down..." Sam implored.
Right at that second, a melancholy, mechanical sounding dirge began playing, coming from the Adams-family-esque phone on Andrew's desk.
Andre used the momentary distraction to crush the small orb in his desk drawer. A flash of light suffused the room, followed by a blast of ice cold air.
"Sammy!" Dean yelled, moving towards his little brother.
Or at least he would have, had he been able to move any of his limbs. Glancing at Sam, he realized that he too was completely held stiffened in the rigidity of his position.
"Let us go, damnit!"
Andrew looked at him warily.
From exactly the same position he had been in prior to the light show.
"Ummmmmm...that's...not...so much an option..."
Dean glared as much as he was able.
"Are you freakin kidding me?! What the hell did you do?"
"It's not my fault! I wasn't supposed to get frozen!"
"Well undo it!"
"I can't! Not while I'm frozen too!"
"Well then how do we get out?" Sam demanded
Andrew was suspiciously silent. Sam and Dean exchanged a panicked look - as best they could.
Their panic did not last long, however, as a convenient plot device stormed through the door into the office.