I Am Complete

CHAPTER 22

ANDY'S POV:

"Could it be a yeti?" Dean asks. "Yetis don't live in hot climates. Their fur makes them overheat." I turn towards Cas. "Yetis are real?" He nods his head. "And in my opinion, much more advanced than the human race." Sam chuckles a bit. "Let me guess, the Loch ness monster is real too?" Cas frowns. "No. The Loch ness monster never existed. A human just mistook a giant turtle for a monster." I want to ask Cas what other mythical monsters are real, but Dean makes an 'aha' noise and stands up.

He flips the computer to face us. "We're dealing with a Yoko Ono." I raise an eyebrow. "John Lennon's wife? She's freezing people to death?" Sam takes a closer look at the computer. "He means a Yuki-onna." That doesn't really clear anything up. Sam scrolls down a bit, reading further. "So, get this. It's a Japanese ice spirit, a woman who sucks the life force from her victims and freezes them in the process." Dean crosses his arms. "But why the hell is this ice queen in Texas?"

Sam shrugs his shoulders. "I have no idea. Could be tied to something." I take a peek over his shoulder. "How do we kill it? Can we melt it like Frosty the snowman?" Sam shrugs again. "I don't know. We'll have to dig a little deeper." At that, we begin searching for anything we can find on Yuki-onnas. I find a lot of lore about it, and some art from centuries ago. There's some writing in Japanese at the top, but I can't translate it.

"There's a bunch of different stories about them. Sometimes she carries a baby and freezes people who try to take it from her, sometimes she leads travelers off their paths and they die on their own, sometimes she just breaks in and kills people. All of it ends with someone freezing to death." Sam says. "My guess is we're dealing with the break in version." Dean adds. "Anyone find anything on how to kill it?" The boys shake their heads. "So. We know what she is, where she comes from, but we don't know why she's here or how to kill her. This doesn't look good."

"We should check out the body, then we should see what might have brought her over here." We change back into our suits and drive to the police station, the morgue in a separate part of the building. When we enter the building, the room is bustling with people, noise bouncing off the walls. I hear snippets of conversations, and I catch words like 'again', 'frozen', and 'creepy'. We walk into the crowd, and a few of the officers turn to look at us. The chief of police comes over and ushers us into his office.

"There was another body found frozen last night. People are starting to get suspicious. Do you guys have any idea what's going on? We thought Boliver was an isolated case, but now it looks like it could be something more than an AC malfunction." We look at each other. "We have a theory, but we'll need some time to figure it out. Can you tell us about the new victim?" the chief nods. "Emilia Jackson. Her daughter found her dead on the floor, cold as ice. M.E. says she died of hypothermia. Her daughter claims that she saw a woman hovering above her mother, she described it as a ghost. The poor kid is traumatized, probably saw things."

"Can we talk to her daughter?" Sam asks. The officer nods. "She's staying with her aunt nearby. I'll give you the address." He hurriedly scribbles something onto a piece of paper and hands it to Dean. We walk out of the office and head into a secluded corner, where it's quieter. "I'll go question the daughter, you guys check out the body." Dean says. We nod and head our separate directions, Dean going towards the car and Sam and I moving towards the morgue.

When we enter the morgue, I shiver at the sudden change in temperature. A lady in a white coat sits at a long metal desk, the surface covered in pens and little trinkets. The lady looks up when we come in, her blonde hair falling in front of her eyes. She stands up, a smile appearing on her face. Her blue eyes stare at us, lingering uncomfortably long on Sam. She's wearing a red top and a short black skirt, looking professional while also looking attractive. She brushes her hair back with her hand and walks over.

"Hi. You two must be the FBI agents I keep hearing about. I'm Sally Greenweld." She sticks out her hand for Sam to shake, and she shoots a flirty smile his way. I fight the urge to roll my eyes at her. "I'm agent Franks, this is my partner agent Smith." he says. "I assume you two are here to see the bodies?" We nod, and she leads us to two metal tables set up in the middle of the room, two sheet covered forms on top. She pulls the sheet of the first body with a flourish. "This is Leonard Boliver. He died due to severe hypothermia, stopping his heart. He also suffered from severe frostbite on his fingers and face. One strange occurrence was that the liquid in his veins was frozen solid, something I've never seen before."

I study the body. His face has patches of black skin, and his fingers are tinged black up to the knuckles. His skin is light blue in spots, the rest of the skin a pale white. "Did he have any internal organs missing, or anything else strange?" I ask. She shakes her head. "Yes. The ice still hasn't fully melted. I took a look at his lungs, and there were ice crystals inside, almost like the air was frozen inside him. I don't know what to make of it." I question if the other body is the same. "Exactly the same. Ice in the veins, ice crystals in the lungs, frostbite."

She moves closer to Sam, almost pressed against him. "You know, I could really use a warm cup of coffee." Sam looks down at her. "Um. There's some coffee in the lounge." Sally rolls her eyes. "I meant a date, agent Franks. Or maybe just a one night stand?" She winks at him. I almost throw up. "I'm sorry, but I actually have a girlfriend." Sally leans into him. "She's not here. She doesn't have to know." she whispers. "Actually, she is here. She's standing right next to you." Sally's eyes go wide and she pulls away from Sam.

"Well. Um. If you two could excuse me, I have to go and - and do something else." She runs off, heading to another room. Sam laughs. "You gave her the scariest death stare I have ever seen." Sam says. "She deserved it. And Sam? If you ever take her up on that offer for a one night stand, I will destroy you." Sam chuckles. "Noted."