Author's Note: So just a heads up that after this chapter there will be three chapters left (2 requests and 1 closing chapter of my choosing) and I just want to thank you all for your support. For some reason, reviews aren't showing up anymore (I think it's a glitch or a bug and hopefully it gets fixed soon) but I read every single review and I do appreciate them!

So, let's finish this off right! The next prompt comes from jack62192 who requested, "How about Sam getting hurt in the head? Fell out of a snow filled tree while hunting...or got thrown into it...idk...maybe him slipping on something." One concussed Sam coming up! Let's set this back in good old season one. Thank you for the prompt!

"Life is only a flicker of melted ice."

― Dejan Stojanovic

Here's the thing—sometimes, their greatest enemy is their own human nature.

Case in point: while chasing after his older brother who was, in turn, chasing after the snow fairy—and yes, you read that right, a snow fairy—Sam finds himself skidding on the ice and before he knows it, he collides into a tree that seemingly appears from nowhere.

Snow quickly falls from the tree, jarred from the force of the impact and along with the pain radiating from his skull, he soon finds himself suddenly freezing, his teeth chattering.

He tries to force himself back on his feet, but the world spins around him, disorienting him and he soon finds himself back on the ground. His stomach clenches as nausea rolls through him. He's never been good at handling dizziness and this is no exception.

"Easy." A voice whispers as light as the wind.

He blinks a few times and tries to focus his vision.

"Jessica?" He slurs because he's squinting because of how bright the sun has gotten, which is probably a warning sign in itself, but from what he can make out, there is a beautiful blonde kneeling before him, in an ivory dress.

She smiles softly, her violet eyes shining, "No, hunter." She places a creamy hand on his face and he almost jerks back from the sheer cold that is emanating from her skin.

"F-fairy." He stammers.

"Indeed," She tells him, her peach lips titling upwards in a grin. "You are hurt."

"My b-brother." He starts, but she chuckles, the sound like wind chimes.

"He chases after an illusion," She states. "But he shall return soon." Brows furrowing, she adds, "You're injured."

He doesn't say anything.

"Ice can be cruel," She comments, glancing upwards at the tree, "But it is not unfeeling, unlike what some people think." She narrows her gaze. "Unlike what you hunters think."

He tries to think back as to why he and Dean are hunting the snow fairies in the first place. There had been frozen bodies of young girls popping up in the forest and then . . . ?

His head hurt too much to think about it.

"Rest," She soothes him, placing her hand on top of his head, the pain slowly dissipating under her careful touch. "We mean you no harm, Sam Winchester."

His gaze widens.

"Yes, I know you." She winks at him. "Your father tried to hunt us once, many years ago. He came to his senses."

The pain is gone now, replaced by lethargy. He shouldn't sleep though, not if he has a concussion, but he is so, so tired and he just wants to close his eyes.

"Rest," The fairy commands him softly. "I shall stay with you."

So, he closes his eyes.

"Sammy?"

He awakes, sometime later, to his brother's concerned green eyes.

"Dean." He manages to say and then, suddenly, he realizes the pain is gone. He feels the back of his head, looking for a bump or something, but there is nothing there. "What happened?"

"That's my line," His brother retorts dryly. "One second I'm chasing a fairy, the next thing I know, I'm back here and you're unconscious."

Sam's brows furrow as he tries to put the pieces together.

We mean you no harm, Sam Winchester.

"A snow fairy," He states quietly, "She came to me after I hit my head—"

"Wait," Dean interjects, placing a strong hand on his shoulder. "You hit your head? How bad? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Sam assures him with a grin. "Because she healed me?"

Dean gawks, "She . . . what?"

"She said she knew Dad too."

"No, seriously, what the hell? First, she heals you and then she just says that she knows Dad?"

"She didn't mean us any harm, Dean." Sam tells his brother quietly.

"Yeah? And you know that how?" Dean scoffs.

"Because she could've killed me right here," Sam insists, as he pushes himself off the ground. His legs are shaky, but he soon steadies himself and faces his brother. "I think we're tracking the wrong thing."

"Me too," Dean admits quietly. "You think we need to make an offering or something?"

Sam glances around the glade and then back at the tree he collided into. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small, sparkly, blue marble and places it in the snow.

"You think that'll be enough?" Dean questions and Sam nods his head.

"That and the fact that we won't hunt them anymore."

"Sounds good."

They begin to walk towards the car.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Fine."

"I still want to check out your head when we get back to the motel."

Sam just laughs, having been expecting just that.

Author's Note: Three more chapters to go! Please review if you have a moment. Thanks!