Aimlessly, Jack let himself be tossed by the wind. He had followed the wind currents all over the world and now he hovered over North America. Winter was just starting there and there was no need to drop ice and snow everywhere yet. Yet.

He would start to soon, but now he could get away with relaxing on the wind.

Abruptly, the current changed direction. Jack frowned. What was it doing? He wondered, curious. He wasn't particularly worried, the wind would never hurt him.

He didn't know that for certain. He could communicate with the wind, but he couldn't exactly speak to it. Her. But, instinctively, from the first moment that she threw him up in the air like a child when he was just a newborn spirit, he had known that he could trust her. She had never let him down or make him doubt that in the centuries that she carried him. So he didn't worry. She always took him where he needed to go.

The ground farm below changed from building concrete to mountain stone to forest trees. Jack grinned when he caught sight of a familiar Impala parked beside the trees. He whispered a thank you into the air, hoping that she heard it and suspecting that she did before he twirled in the air and floated down until he was at the level of the smallest trees. With a gentle tousle of his hair, the wind whistled away, leaving him to drop down himself.

Jack landed on the roof with a small thump. He dropped down on his knees soundlessly and lowered himself to peer in the window.

"Hello?"

~An Unlikely Friendship~

Sam rubbed his gloved hands together with a low huff. It was freezing alone in the car. And he couldn't turn the heat on because he would have to turn the car on and that might call on all the nasties living somewhere beyond the tree line. So he was stuck, freezing and lonely. Irritable and in pain.

His dad and Dean had left him alone, again. Although it wasn't completely their fault this time. Well, they hadn't done it out of genuine malice and dislike or apathy. He had broken his wrist in the last town. He couldn't fire a gun with his left hand. So they left him behind.

As though that was all he was good for.

Sam had been alone by himself plenty of times, but he usually had something to entertain himself with, even if it was just laundry.

They had been gone too long. Sam had finished his homework hours ago and he had nothing to take his mind off how long it was taking. Nothing to take his mind of the thoughts of having to salt and burn his dad and brother. And that wasn't even considering the thought that they might not have finished the hunt and there might be a monster lurking nearby.

Suddenly, there was a thump on the roof. Sam jerked, left hand clumsily fumbling for the weapon he had been left with. After a moment, however, a head of white hair poked down at the window. Sam smiled at Jack's grin and greeting even as his heart pounded in his chest. He rolled his eyes while he rolled down the window and the white-haired spirit tumbled in. Opening the window did nothing for the cold but at least he wouldn't be all by himself now.

"Hi Jack."

"Sam!" Jack replied, still grinning madly.

Sam laughed it wasn't often someone was that happy to see him. He suspected that it was the same for the spirit.

"Cause any blizzards lately?" Sam wondered.

"Of course," Jack answered as though it was obvious, which it kind of was. Sam had caught snatches of weather reports in between metalica tapes. There had been a storm making its way around the northern states, mainly just tossing snow and blowing air. Sam suspected that Jack was warming up for the winter.

"How are the snow people?" He asked.

"Silent."

Sam laughed at the seriousness in Jack's tone. One day, he hoped to see the snow people army - because there are snowmen and snowwomen, he was an equal opportunity builder - that Jack claimed to have built in the Arctic.

"Why are you here alone? It's cold," Jack said, concerned. He might not feel the cold, but he understood the danger it could pose.

Sam waved around his cast. "I broke it when a poltergeist pushed me down some stairs," he explained.

Jack hissed in sympathy. "That sounds painful."

"It was," Sam replied, simply, brushing over the days of incredible pain lying in the back of the Impala before his dad figured out that he wasn't just whining and had taken him to a hospital to have his wrist x-rayed and plastered. The only good thing about the entire experience was the filthy looks the nurses kept throwing his dad when learned how long his wrist had been broken before they went to the hospital.

"Hey! Look!" Jack exclaimed pointing to the window.

Sam turned, and his eyes widened. "Dad! Dean!"

His dad and Dean were stumbling back to the car with two werewolves hot on their tails.

Sam dove across the seat and grabbed the hand gun his dad had left for him. Sam hopped from the car and Jack followed him with his staff held out, ready. Sam held the gun in his left hand and kept it steady with his right. He aimed for the werewolf closest. He knew he wouldn't have time to finish both of them off before they got his dad or Dean.

"Jack, hit the bigger one!" Sam ordered.

He fired his gun at the same time Jack hit the second one. It was only pushed back but that gave Sam enough time to take it down.

"Thanks." Sam breathed as he watched his family catch their breath.

Jack nodded. "No problem. Pesky wolves. Is your wrist okay?"

Sam nodded too, rubbing his wrist. The recoil had made fire shoot up his arm. Jack tapped his staff to his wrist numbing it.

"Thanks. You saved my family." Sam muttered trying not to make it obvious he was talking to someone his heavily panting family couldn't see.

"You're welcome." Jack replied, clapping Sam on the back. "Alright wind, take me away!"

As the wind whisked him off, he heard the strains of Sam's dad's voice giving out that Sam hadn't stayed in the car.

He rolled his eyes. Some people.