This wasn't the plan {Sam}

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

"Hey Dean, I think I found us a job. It looks pretty straight forward, ghost in a resteraunt kitchen. Should be a cake walk compared to everything else lately..." Dean grumbled, mimicing his brother's tone of voice as he recalled how this had all started.

Right now, both he and Sam were on the floor of a ten foot square walk-in meat locker in the kitchen of Mr Kim's Chinese Resteraunt, after having just been tossed headlong into it by said ghost. Dean untangled himself from Sam's lanky limbs and stood up with a wince at bruises that would be very purple by the end of the day.

The light that was coming through the open doorway suddenly disappeared as the door was promptly flung shut by an invisible force.

"No, no, no!" He ran at it in vain, unable to stop it from shutting and effectively locking the pair of them inside.

"Friggin bitch!" He yelled into the chilly darkness, fists banging on the cold slab of steel after trying the handle didn't work.

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam found himself sprawled face down on the cement floor of the restaurant freezer. Dean was tangled up half on top of him. Sam pushed at his brother to get him off. After a few moments of getting untangled Dean was up standing over him. Sam just sat up there in the middle of the floor. Listening as Dean rambled on, throwing Sam's own words back at him.

"Dean, dude like I was supposed to know that was gonna happen. And I don't think pounding on the door is gonna help any. You're probably just gonna piss it off more. Which by the way is probably how we ended up in here anyway. What the HELL did you say to the thing?"

Sam looked around the freezer compartment. Trying to think what they could do to get out. It didn't look like they could break down the door, that seemed pretty sturdy. Sam sighed and tried to think over his brother's useless yelling.

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

"Nothing!" Dean exclaimed, wondering why he was suddenly getting the blame for the crappy situation they'd gotten into. Though Sam probably couldn't see his expression all too well in the dark, his frown of offence did soften a little when he thought back to calling the ghost 'Kung Fu Casper'.

"Alright, maybe I pissed it off a little." He relented. "But if you hadn't knocked me out of the way when I was taking aim with the rock salt, we wouldn't be stuck in here with the frozen crispy ducks right now." After a few more pointless attempts at banging the door down with his fists, he turned and faced Sam, digging into his pocket for the lighter he always carried so that at least they would have some light and a tiny bit of heat in the ice box of doom.

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam pushed himself up off the floor and stood up. Glancing over at Dean he shook his head.

"You MAY have pissed him off a little? Dude, he locked us in a freezer."

Sam pulled out his own lighter and went over to the freezer door. Inspecting the door handle. It seemed to be jammed somehow. Sam shoved his one hand in his pocket as he held the lighter in the other and moved over to where Dean was standing.

"Got any ideas? The door seems to be jammed. We need something to pry it open I think."

Sam took a look around the freezer, it was too dark to see very much but being as it was a freezer he didn't think they exactly kept tools inside there.

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

"Ya think?!" Dean snapped, turning back to kick the door in frustration. It did nothing of course but he felt better taking his aggression out on the steel rather than his brother. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, pushing aside memories of being trapped in his own coffin with nothing but a lighter for company, turning his attention to what was on the metal shelving that lined the room. Mostly it was just frozen meat which was what they would both be if they didn't find a way out soon.

"Maybe we can break the lock?" He suggested, flipping his lighter shut to pick up a large joint of what he assumed was pork and using it to try and smash the handle enough to open the door. After several tries, all he suceeded in doing was obliterating the hunk of meat and making his fingers very numb from holding the cold lump.

"Dammit! Son of a bitch!" He growled in annoyance, shaking out his hands to return feeling to them again.

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam watched first in disbelief and then started chuckling as Dean took to pounding at the door handle with a large hunk of frozen meat. When Dean gave up and yelled,

"Dammit! Son of a bitch!"

Sam tried to stifle the laugh. It wasn't going to help Dean's mood any. Sam wandered over to the shelves and tried to find something better than a frozen slab of meat that could help them get the door open. So far it wasn't looking good.

"Dude, if we had some light it would be helpful. You think there is anything in here we can burn? Plus, it's really starting to get cold."

Sam brought his hands together and tried to keep them warm by breathing into them. Then he shoved them back into his pockets.

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

"It's a freezer, genius. It's supposed to be cold." Dean huffed irritably, his breath already coming out in a frosty fog due to the temperature.

"Starting a fire in here probably isn't the best idea anyway. We might get warm, but we'd suffocate on the smoke rather than freeze to death. This is basically an air tight box. We're screwed unless someone comes to let us out." He said, massaging his numb fingers against his temples as though it might make his brain work better. Either that, or he was trying to subdue the building headache he'd gotten from being flung headlong into the freezer in the first place.

A thought suddenly occured to him and he dug around in his jacket pocket for his cell phone, flipping it open with the intention of using it to call someone to let them out. Who he was going to call, he wasn't quite sure, they were at least a hour away from anyone he knew that would be able to deal with the ghost that had trapped them in here so that they could even get near the door. The point was moot anyway when the little illuminated display came up with the message 'no service'.

"Of course there's no service. Why would things be easy?" He grumbled to himself, closing the phone again and looking towards Sam.

"You got any signal on yours?"

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean even though he knew he had been right. Starting a fire would not be good. But as it got colder Sam was thinking dying of carbon monoxide poisoning would be better than freezing to death.

Pacing around the freezer trying to come up with something that could help. He wasn't having much luck as he kept coming back to the fact that he was freezing. Then he thought about the ghost they were after and what was up with that. Why would it throw them into the freezer? Maybe there was something going on with that that they needed to figure out. Then the ghost might let them out.

Sam got pulled out of his thoughts when Dean spoke to him. He hadn't heard what he said but he saw him snapping his phone shut so he dug in his pocket and pulled his own phone out. Opening it up and giving it a minute he frowned.

"Nope, no signal. But, uh Dean... Maybe we should be thinking about another angle on this. Like the ghost that put us in here?"

Sam gave his brother a questioning look. Wondering if it would make sense to him. It didn't seem like there was much else they could do at this point.

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

If there was a choice between being too hot and too cold, Dean would always pick the 'that's a dumbass question' option. Both choices sucked ass but being as right now he couldn't feel his ears, his nose or his fingers because they'd gone numb with frostbite, cold was winning hands down. Couple that together with being trapped in a confined space and Dean was not having the best day ever.

"You mean the ghost that's gonna be salted and burned like a friggin Christmas ham the moment I get outta here?!" He yelled towards the door, making sure said spirit could hear him.

"What about it Sam? We can't do much until we get outta this damn place." Dean had begun to pace the three steps up and down the length of the freezer, his jacket wrapped tightly around him and his hands tucked under his armpits for warmth.

"Or did you happen to bring a back up shotgun with you? Cause I lost mine out there when someone shoved me into an icebox..."

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam rolled his eyes again. He knew Dean was starting to get claustrophobic in the small freezer.

"Dude, think about it. Maybe there's something in here OR maybe something HAPPENED in here. Something connected to the guy's death or something. He could be trying to tell us something before he can move on you know."

Sam's mind was working now. He had a theory at least to focus on. What could be in a meat locker that the ghost would want them to find he wondered. Sam moved to one corner of the freezer and started to do a more systematic and more thorough search of the shelves along the walls. He turned around and stared at Dean for a minute.

"Uh Dude, you gonna help?"

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

"Or... maybe the son of a bitch just want's to see us turn into meat popsicles for fun." Dean grumbled sarcastically. Sam might have had a point though, at least it was worth a shot.

"Uh Dude, you gonna help?"

Unaware that he'd not stopped pacing back and forth, still anxious about the coffin-like feel of the tiny room he was in, Sam's question took him a little by surprise and it took him a moment to respond. When he finally did, it was whilst wearing the patented 'well, duh' expression.

"No, I thought I'd just hang around and freeze to death instead."

With a full body shivver, Dean moved to the opposite end of the racking, digging his lighter out again to give them a little more light to work with, though with such numb fingers, it took him about five tries to light the damn thing.

"Just one day, I wish the ghosts would write us a note instead of going to all this friggin trouble." He sighed, feeling his breath begin to freeze on his cracked lips.

"Would make things a hell of a lot easier and we wouldn't be freezing our asses off right now."

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam started looking through the shelves one hand in his jacket pocket the other hand holding the lighter so he could see. Periodically he switched hands as he exposed hand would go numb. There seemed to be quite a few wrapped up packages which Sam assumed was meat. Maybe prepackaged or special cuts of meat or something. Didn't seem to unusual.

On one of the shelves or more it was kind of a work bench. There was an industrial meat slicing machine and another object that was bolted to the bench looked like a meat grinder. Also not unusual he supposed until he started to walk away to keep looking and he felt something hit him in the back of the head. He turned around expecting to see Dean there but he was on the other side of the room still looking on the shelves. Sam shrugged it off and went to move again and start looking on another shelf. Again he felt this smack to his head like someone was head slapping him. He knew for sure that it wasn't Dean this time as Dean had been in his sight this time.

"What the friggin' Hell."

Sam said out loud as he circled around looking for what could have done that. There was nothing there. Thinking for a minute he looked over at Dean.

"Hey! Dean. Ummmm, I think the ghost is in here with us dude."

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

Ribs, chicken wings, pork, steak, some kind if fish...what is that? That squid? Eww, that's gross....

Dean was in his own little grumpy world, bored out of his mind with sorting through all the various types of frozen meat on the racking. This was not his kind of hunting. He preffered the 'chasing, killing, winning' variety. Not the 'locked up, freezing, soon to be dead' variety.

"What the friggin' Hell."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Dean muttered, squinting at something he'd found wrapped up in brown paper on on of the higher up shelves. He hadn't even looked in Sam's direction.

"I think this is dog...or maybe cat." He pulled a disgusted face and set it back down with the rest. "If I find frozen rats in here, I'm never eating chinese food again..."

"Hey! Dean. Ummmm, I think the ghost is in here with us dude."

Dean's attention snapped up to Sam now and he moved his lighter with it to see the freaked out look on his brother's face. Something had definitely spooked him. Dean couldn't see anything though and he wondered if Sam was yanking his chain.

"Now's not the time for kidding around Sam."

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam gave Dean a narrow eyed look and shook his head. He raised his eyebrows and looked up at Dean staring into his eyes.

"Dude, why would I joke about something like that. Something just smacked me in the back of the head. Twice. I was just over here looking at this bench and when I try to leave the area it smacked me. Like it didn't want me to leave or something. Like it was trying to tell me something. Maybe we need to look around here for something."

Sam motioned toward the table that held the slicer and the meat grinder. There seemed to be some cabinets underneath it. He bent down to try and open one of the cabinet doors. It didn't open, it was locked. That seemed kind of strange. What would be locked up in a cabinet in a meat freezer Sam wondered.

"Hey Dean, this cabinet is locked. You see anything that we can get it open with? It shouldn't be that hard."

Sam stood up and looked around. He just needed something he could slide between the two doors and pry it open with. They were simple aluminum doors and should pop open easily.

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

"Maybe we need to look around here for something."

Yeah...like maybe your sanity? Dean gave Sam a quizzical look but came over to investigate all the same.

"I don't see any ghosts-s and this c-corner is just as cold as everywhere else in this d-damn f-freezer." Dean grumbled, his teeth chattering loudly as the increasing chill sunk into his bones. It was getting to the point where they might have to huddle to keep warm and Dean did not like the idea of cuddling his brother, even if no-one else could see it.

Can you say chick-flick?

Instead he pulled his jacket tighter around his shivering body and was about to turn and go back to his own respective section of icebox when something physically stopped him from going anywhere. Frowning, he tried again but it was as though a pair of hands were on him, pushing him back towards Sam.

"Ok, m-maybe you've got a point about there being a ghost in h-here." Dean commented, wary now in case this was the violent spirit from outside come to cause havoc.

"Hey Dean, this cabinet is locked. You see anything that we can get it open with? It shouldn't be that hard."

Dean crouched and tested the doors himself before standing back up again.

"Yeah, I got somethin'." Without explanation, he kicked as hard as he could at one side of the cabinet's doors until it caved in sufficiently enough to create a gap to get his fingers in. Then Dean crouched once more, slid his frozen fingers into the gap and yanked hard on the undamaged side of the door until it screeched open, the flimsy lock snapping in two.

"Ain't no lock that can s-stop me. 'Cept m-maybe that one...." Dean glared at the immoveable freezer door.