3 hours went by, I think of reconsidering of ever meeting Jack Frost. I mean he isn't annoying or anything. But he isn't very talkative. I been asking him simple questions but he seems to be ignoring them.

I was in my library, re-reading on the Wendigo creatures. Jack Frost was watching me, and I didn't seem to be comfortable with that.

"Would you like to have a seat or read a book?"

He floated over to the bookshelf, "I'm not a big fan on books."

"You, Jack Frost, don't like books?"

He ignored my question.

I sighed and closed my book.

"Hey, do you know about the Guardians?"

He scoffed, "Yeah…"

Raising my eyebrow, I can tell by that answer he was not very suitable of telling me.

"Are you friends with them?"

He looked at a book called "Winter's Mysterious Legends."

"Are they around?"

Still no response.

I get up and went over to him. Still not paying attention to me, I snarled and firmly yanked on his Staff.

Jack Frost lost concentration and fell to the floor face down with the book felling on his head.

I cringed, "whoops. I forget my strength at times."

He looks at me with an irritated look, "Really?"

"Hey Icicle! I been nothing but nice and welcome you into my home. I was only asking a few questions, but you have a rude manner of not answering."

He sighed, "No, they're not here and no I used to be friends with them."

Used to?

"What do you mean?"

He sat down in a chair, "They betrayed me a few years ago…"

"What did they do?"

"I can't tell you….you wouldn't be able to handle it."

I sat down on the floor in front of him, "try me."

He flew over me and landed by the door, "I don't need to tell you what happened. If you want to know, why don't you ask your boyfriend?"

m-m-m-m-my-my-my boyfriend? Wait a minute, is he talking about Pitch?

"How do you know I'm friends with Pitch?"

Jack Frost knew by the second he had spilled the beans!

I crossed my arms, "well?"

Jack started to remember the night of the Halloween Party, how he saw me and Pitch dancing together. He shook his head fast and opened the door.

I yelled as the door slammed in front of his face. He looked at me with a confused look on his face.

"Never saw a Boogeygirl do that?!"

He faced his staff at me, "Don't tempt me, you don't know much of me."

The master window opened wide with a guest of wind, my face snarled at him.

"Neither do you…"

I flicked my finger, his staff flew out the window, he watched it flew out and looked at me.

"Bye Bye, Frosty."

The winds got stronger, Jack lost his footing and flew out the window. The window slammed shut and the winds stopped.

I looked over, noticing most of my books, my lamp, my family portrait was all out of place.

"Greeeeeat…"

Near Tucson, Arizona;

The Winchesters and the others were half done solving the case of a 9 year old Boy, Thomas Berkely, found nearby woods skinned alive. The police ruled at as a possible animal attack. Sam was at the nearest Library with the Starlings. Pitch and the Dark Purveyors were searching around the woods for anything.

Pitch groaned, he was losing a bit of balanced. Swan ran to him to give him a hand. Put his weight on him to help him walk.

"How long has it been?" Swan asked.

Pitch replied, "two weeks…"

"Keep this up, you ain't gonna be on your legs in a couple of days. I'll call Dean to get you ride back to the Hotel."

Pitch winched in pain, "Okay."

Swan grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialed Dean. The call went straight to voicemail.

"Hey Dean, We got a situation with Pitch. Meet us at the Hotel."

Pitch said, "Damn it.."

Swan replied, "Hey, I'll take ya. Cm on bro."

Swan walked Pitch to his car by Mariska's van and opened the back door. Pitch got in and laid down.

Pitch heard Swan got in and started the engine.

Dean was in the police station, wearing his detective outfit. One thing he has found that this has happened before 3 times every 8 months period. One child goes missing, not to far found and skinned alive. No bite marks or incisions on the body autopsies.

"This is like a fucking Pennywise."

Dean grabbed his phone and noticed a missed call from Swan. He dialed Sam.

Sam answered his phone, "Find anything?"

"Yeah turns out this happen for about 8 years."

Sam was dumbfounded, "Wait a minute 8 years?!"

"Yeah. Did you find anything?"

"I think I have a hunch what It might be. But so far, the Starlings haven't found nothing.

"Well that's sounds wonderful."

"Hey Dean, have you heard from Cass or Bobby?"

"Now you mention that, No. I Saw Bobby this afternoon before the school ended. And Cass…haven't heard from him since…."

Cass appeared in front of Dean.

"Sam, ill call you back."

Dean hanged up.

"Where the hell you been?"

"I been busy, Dean."

"You been busy?! It would be nice it you came back sooner. David is dead!"

"I Know David is dead!"

"Show some sympathy….We found Julianna and damn pretty sure she wants to know what happened instead the damn police covering it up."

Cass didn't move or his face expression didn't change.

"I'm tired of hearing it was a Suicide. I know that damn kid and I know he wouldn't do that such of thing."

"Dean…"

Dean looked at him and waited.

"There is one thing I found out recently…David's soul is missing.

Dean couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Missing? What do you mean Missing?"

"That's why I haven't been in contact for a while. His soul is literally missing. Its not in Heaven or Hell."

"Has this happened before?"

"Not that I can't recall. I never see this happen. Usually when the person dies, the soul is immediately placed where its suppose to go. If your pure, you go to Heaven…"

"I get it, Cass."

*Heya guys, I hope u enjoy this chapter. Next Chapter will be up Sunday.**