"Snowball Fight!" Dean lifted the snowball he had just made and went to throw it.
"Dean!" John snapped harshly, turning to look at his oldest son, who wasn't more than 11. "We don't have time to mess around! Put the snowball down!"
Dean frowned and then looked down at the ground. "Yes, sir…" He mumbled and dropped the snowball. "Come on Sammy…" He said to the smaller boy who had been crouched and trying to make a snowball.
"Awwww," The young Sam Winchester pouted and stood. He walked alongside his older brother. "But I wanna play!"
"Maybe later Sammy," Dean pushed Sam's beanie over his eyes. Sam frowned and fixed his hat.
As the three walked across the snowy field, they were unaware of the seemingly invisible boy watching them.
"No Snowball fighting?" Jack Frost snorted. "Not on my watch!" He set down his staff and picked up some snow and formed it into a Snowball. He then threw it.
The snowball sailed all the way across the field and splattered into the back of John Winchester's head.
"Dean! I said no-"The man stopped dead in his yelling as the magic of Jack Frost worked into him. A grin suddenly appeared on his face. "Snowball fight…" He said somewhat dreamily.
"Sir?" Dean and Sam looked at their father with a mixture of fear and confusion.
"You heard me!" John bent down and scooped some fluffy snow into a ball. "Snowball fight!" He threw the snowball; it hit Dean in the chest. The older man laughed and bent to scope some more snow.
Sam and Dean stood there for a moment unsure of what happened. Suddenly two more snowballs hit them in the back of the head. They both then started grinning and each made their own snowballs and started throwing them around.
Jack smiled at his handy work. "Jeez John," He muttered. "You need to lighten up, kids need to have fun." He ran closer and tossed a snowball in to the tiny Sammy's hands.
The young boy looked up in surprise and smiled when he saw Jack. "Thanks!" He laughed and threw the snowball at Dean, hitting his brother in the back of the head.
Jack froze, Sam could see me? He thought. He then smiled as John was tackled to the ground by a double team of Sam and Dean. "Have fun boys." He laughed and then called upon the North wind to take him to the Skies.
Sammy Winchester looked up at the shrinking form of Jack Frost and waved. He was distracted as Dean threw a pile of snow on top of him. "Hey!" Sam exclaimed and chucked some back.
The Winchesters enjoyed the rest of the afternoon having a Snow Day. All thanks to Jack Frost.