WOW kick. The brothers square up against an infamous foe; it doesn't go according to plan.

Are you at all surprised? I'm not.

Disclaimer: Don't own them; I'm not surprised about that either.



Wrapping a blanket around his shivering brother's body, Sam reached across to crank up the room's thermostat.

Icy, blue fingers tugged the blanket tightly around shivering shoulders.

"F-f-f-f-f-f-fr-fr-fr-fr-friggin' c-cr-cr-creepy d-d-d-d-dick."

Dean's teeth chattered so hard, Sam could feel his own teeth ache in sympathy.

"Sp-spiky bl-bl-bl-blue d-d-d-d-d-douchebag," Dean grumbled; his numb, grey lips steadfastly refusing to co-operate as he voiced his frustration.

"I know you don't like faeries, dude, but you messed with the wrong one this time," Sam sighed, pressing a hot drink into Dean's shaking hands; "I can't believe you got your ass kicked by Jack Frost!"