Ice Cold

                                    

                                          
'Hello, Sam Winchester. We have been expecting you.' Announced one of the Jötunns, a smile creeping across their visage like a crack in an ice sheet. 'Hello, Frosty. Where's my brother?' He replied, standing just behind the little pile of Dwarven Steel. The creature didn't seem to get the joke, and so simply gestured with a nod to the other two to go and get the metal. 'Ah ah ah.' Sam started, his confidence wavering just ever so slightly. 'I'm here to bargain. You can have the metal if you give me my brother.' The giants didn't seem even vaguely phased by this, and one of them started to pick up the scraps of metal. Sam quickly whirled his shotgun towards its head, and fired. The bullet literally bounced off the monster's head. 'Crap.' Sam announced, and started to back off. This plan had massively backfired. 
                          
He jumped forwards slightly in fright when a cold hand wrapped itself around his forearm. 'Apologies, Samuel, we should have taken you to your brother sooner.' The creature behind him smirked. The third and final Jötunn walked towards Sam, and jammed a hand into his chest. Sam yelped slightly, and then his body started shivering furiously as ice crystals grew across it. 'Good night.' Was the last thing that he heard, emanating from the mouth of one of the giants - before he passed out. 
                          
Ingrid turned around just slightly, and then his hairline smile slowly widened. Dean thrashed more against his restraints as he saw three other monsters bring the limp body of his brother into the room. Holding out one finger towards Dean - as if gesturing him to wait - Cold stalked towards Sam, and looked him up and down like a prized steak. He visibly licked his lips. Dean felt his stomach turn in repulsion, and his hands tightened around the hooks in his chest. With a surge of raw adrenaline, he started to pull the things out of his frozen flesh. Ingrid turned again, and gestured for two more of his lackeys to deal with the problem. 
They jammed their frigid hands into Dean's shoulder blades, and made him scream in pain. Before they could even reconsider, the enormously adrenalised hunter had planted a hook into each of their foreheads. He growled in anger, and rushed towards Ingrid. Cold turned in surprise, and then took a single step towards Dean. He outstretched his hand and grabbed onto the Winchester's throat. Dean's momentum instantly dwindled, and Ingrid threw him victoriously across the room, where he smashed into a wall and blacked out. 
                          
Sam had woken amidst all of the confusion. How had they not seen these monsters before? And where the hell wad Cas? His breath was knocked from his chest again when he saw his brother being battered against a wall by the five giants, and he got to his feet silently. Oddly, the ice around his chest - though painful - had stopped his Trial Fever from taking a particularly meaningful toll on his abilities. Taking a quick glance around the room, Sam saw a door. He almost danced across the cobblestone floor, taking every last effort to be literally silent, and slipped through the door. 
                          
On the other side of it, he realised where he was standing. All around him blackish objects, engraved with sparkling blue symbols. Norse spellwork. Ancient things - banishing spells, fetishes, and curses. These artefacts were among the only things that could reliably kill a Jötunn, according to the lore. Tentatively reaching his hands out to clutch the weapons, Sam felt the temperature in the room, and his heart, plummet. A cold hand grasped onto his shoulder, and he winced in pain as ice crystals grew onto his flesh. 
                          
Another hand grappled around his neck, but Sam smashed the glass surrounding the Norse weapon. With a frigid hand, the hunter reached out and grabbed the thing. He felt energy surge upwards through his arms, and blue symbols float around in the corner of his vision. Swirling around, Sam removed the arm around his neck from its body. 
                          
The Jötunn screamed in pain, and then stopped promptly when the artefact was jammed into his stomach. Sam wrenched it out of the monster's chest; and felt that he was beginning to lose control. The power. A mission from Odin himself. Looking around, and seeing only blue, Sam shook his head for a moment to clear his vision. Now he understood why these creatures were so desperate to make sure that humans didn't get their hands on this technology. 
                          
Ingrid took one look at Sam, and then commanded his men to take him down. Three more giants rushed at him, and he stepped forward with a balletic berserker rage. Taking a small jump in his step, Sam slashed the weapon across the neck of the first giant to reach him. The others were visibly alarmed when the head of their comrade hit the floor. The second giant exclaimed in primordial anger when the weapon inserted itself into his chest, and then the only one left was Ingrid's wife. 
                          
She stepped backwards, already knowing what was coming to her. Sam shook his head repeatedly, trying to clear his vision before he killed something that wasn't a monster. With a split second of clarity, he grabbed his handgun and fired it through the face of the last monster. The gun's barrel sparked blue as it extinguished the monster. 
                          
Ingrid bit his lip just slightly, and then jammed a hook down into Dean's chest with a malignant grin. 'Take one more step and I will kill your brother.' He confidently threatened. Dean briefly gazed back into consciousness. Gritting is teeth against the pain that the sadistic monster had inflicted on him, he mumbled 'Sam?' 
In that instant, Sam's vision honed downwards into a fine tunnel - and another bullet clicked into the chamber in readiness. However, before it could thrust its form through the head of the giant - the creature was gone - seemingly spirited away in puff of dark blue smoke. Sam dropped the gun, and collapsed to his knees. Looking up at Dean, Sam forced himself to also drop the weapon. In that moment, he covered it in salt and gasoline. Before setting the thing alight, he pulled Dean to his feet, and supported him by the shoulder. 
'We're getting out of here.' Sam spoke to his hardly-conscious, bleeding brother - before blackly throwing a lighter onto the cursed monstrosity that lay on the floor.