It was a cold, Friday morning and Sam was waiting for the bell to signal that he should go to class.
"I'm telling you Sam," Ross said, excitedly. "There is something out in the forest and we're going to find it!"
Steven, the other creator of Ross' crazy scheme, nodded enthusiastically.
Sam stared at the pair like they were crazy, which they were. What lunatics went out to a forest where a dozen or, so people had been turned to ice and frozen to death?
He knew what was in that forest. It was an angry poltergeist that had been drowned in a frozen lake. His dad and Dean were having trouble with this hunt because they weren't even sure if there was a body anymore. It could still be at the bottom of the frozen lake for all they knew.
"What do you think this thing is, then?" Sam asked trying not to let his voice betray how angry and annoyed he was with the two boys he had accidentally made friends with. In his defence, they had seemed perfectly normal when he first met them.
It really annoyed him that they were trying to get trapped in a world where there was no escape. Once you saw the supernatural it never left you alone.
"Jack Frost!" Steven said.
Sam smiled internally at the mention of his best friend. They were almost always together during the winter months. Sam never doubted the winter spirit, but now he had to worry about too morons who were trying to die years before their time.
Sam shared a look with Rachel, his other friend who actually was normal. "Jack Frost isn't real." He told the pair. "No of it is real. There is no Santa, or Easter bunny or tooth fairy. Ghosts aren't real, vampires aren't real, werewolves aren't real. The weather is cold, people are freezing to death. It's sad, but not supernatural."
Steven and Ross frowned. "Really?" Ross asked dejectedly.
"Really," Sam insisted.
The bell rang loudly through the school.
"C'mon we've got to get to class." Rachel said pulling Ross away to geography while Sam began dragging Steven to history.
No one noticed the heartbroken Jack Frost standing outside the open window.
~An Unlikely Friendship~
Sam waved goodbye to Rachel, Ross and Steven as they continued on, to their own houses. He started walked his own way to the abandoned house that his family were staying in.
Sam was very surprised when he saw the state of the house. Frost covered the windows and snow was piled up around the driveway and front door. This wouldn't be too unusual, but it hadn't snowed in several weeks.
Sam dug his keys out from his jeans pocket and opened the door cautiously and peered in.
"Jack?" He called out. "Is it you?" The winter spirit hadn't talked to him in a few weeks and he didn't seem to want to break that streak just yet.
For one second Sam worried that the poltergeist had somehow gotten into the house. The house was freezing. It was even colder inside than out. Sam regretted not bringing a jacket to school so he could put it on now.
Sam kept his back to the walls as he skirted along towards the fireplace to grab the fire pokers there. He really hoped they were iron.
"Jack? Please, tell me it's you?" He shouted.
A quiet sniffle caught Sam's attention. "Jack?" he called.
A white-haired head poked through the door from the kitchen. They stared at each other, unblinking, for a long time until Sam looked away.
"What's up Jack?" Sam asked. "You froze the house."
Jack glared at him in what Sam guessed was anger. The frozen tears in his eyes ruined the effect slightly. "As if you don't know," Jack snarled.
Sam blinked at the menace in Jack's tone. "What?" he asked quietly not sure what he had done to make Jack mad at him.
"I heard you this morning," Jack said simply.
"This morning… oh no," Sam finally realised. "Jack is was just… they were…" Sam trailed off with a sigh. "Those guys were idiots, they might have gotten themselves killed. I was trying to convince them not to go off into the forest after the poltergeist!"
Jack didn't answer. He looked away from Sam and crossed his arms.
"Jack, of course you're real. I know you're real! You're my best friend. I believe in you more than I believe in anything else! I just don't want other kids to die when I can stop them. You wouldn't want them to die because they were looking for you, would you?"
Jack looked at him with an unreadable expression in his eyes.
"Winter may kill, Jack, but you don't."
Jack's shoulders slumped, and he sighed. They stared at each other a little helplessly.
"C'mon," Sam decided. "We need an excuse for all that snow before my dad and Dean come back."