He had no idea what a "Shine Aqua Illusion" was supposed to be - some kind of chant? It didn't sound like any witchcraft he'd ever run into - but he was about to find out. Dean apparently had passed close enough to get the impression of a shadow, and the weight of a body, ducking past in a roll, and he swiveled immediately, his boots skidding on the wet grass as he pivoted toward the voice again. And that was when his knife hand froze over. Flicking a startled look down, he saw he couldn't move his fingers - they were coated over with ice crystals, stuck to the bowie's hilt. What the hell?

He'd been hit with weird crap in the past, but getting his hands frozen over magically was a new one.

It was also probably going to hurt like a bitch if it did thaw out. But Dean hadn't gotten as far as he had and lived as long as he had hunting to stop just because of a few surprises thrown his way. Without missing a beat, he reached into his leather jacket's outer pocket and pulled out one of the two flashlights in a smooth motion, then charged again, intentionally going a little to the right of where he'd heard the voice and guessed the ice had come from, only to feint and change directions at the last second. There was another impression of shadow and a body filling up space in the dense fog. Dean swung with the flashlight as hard as he could at where he thought a head was. For a demon, she sure didn't seem to want to attack up close. The demons he'd run into, they liked everyone to see their work, they liked it if you saw their stolen face as they put you through the grinder and fucked with you.

He friggen hated demons. But honestly, he would've taken the Meg-bitch kind over the ones that hid and played hide-and-seek like this.