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: Okay this is just a small extract froma new (multi-chapter)storythat I'm currently working on. Anyone interested?
Dean could feel his blood freezing inside his veins. The pain was excruciating and he pulled his eyes shut tightly. He could feel his organs hardening as he dropped painfully to his knees. His breath was coming out quick and shaky and he could see it in front of his face in small white bursts of mist as he pulled his arms tighter around himself.
It was a fruitless attempt to keep his body warm but he was way past thinking and his body had thrown itself into survival mode. Dean fell to his side and pulled his knees up to his chest making the fetal position. This is it. He was going to freeze to death. Here, now. Curled up on this fucking floor shivering so hard that someone unknowing would think he was shivering a seizure. Here on this ice-coated floor, in this god damned room that looked like a fucking ice-cave.
A hand so cold it burned grabbed his face and forced him to look up. His teeth were chattering and he was mildly aware that if chattered any harder he would mostly likely end up with chipped teeth. Not like it matters, I'm about to die anyway. He forced his eyes to open and looked up at the thing that was holding his face so brutally. A pair of icy white/blue eyes looked back at him before his brain short circuited and it all went blank.
Okay so was it stupid, boring, wonderful? Hell I don't know. Let me know if you want to see this story up and around.