"Jack, let's go ice skating!" Katherine squealed. "You promised that you would take me as soon as the lake froze back over this winter!"

A tiny body with hands that were surely too small to be real. Brown hair that flew every which way at each movement she made, and bright green eyes that reflected the trees. Green eyes that she shared with her brother.

Jack.

"Jack, get down from there!" Janette cried, still laughing from the fright Jack had given her by suddenly dropping down to hang from his knees on a tree.

The woods got dark and scary during the winter months, Jack tried to put everyone at ease by playing little pranks like that. Their fun overshadowed their fear.

Janette let out another cry when she was knocked to the ground, blonde curls covering her face, by two dark haired boys, Jacob and Saul.

Jack laughed and dropped down from the tree. He threw their bag of firewood over one shoulder. "We need to get back soon. I promised Katherine I would bring her to the lake tomorrow."

"That's sweet," said Janette. "But be careful, the ice might still be too thin."

"It might kill the other if something happened to one of you. You're both each other's best friend."

Best friend. Janette. Saul. Jacob.

Jessica. Sam. James.

Jack pranced around the room holding the pair of fallen antlers to his head. He grinned at the breathless laughter from his sister and his friends. He gazed at them over their small camp fire.

Fire. Burning.

"Not this time, I promise."

A loud crack of ice. Water pouring down into his lungs. Cold that burned everywhere it touched.

A biting cold that never changed. Only he changed. Brown hair to white. Green eyes to blue. Jackson Overland to…

Jack Frost.

Jack still felt the burning all over his body, but it was muted now. Fading, like the life he had once lived. He had had a life. Friends. A family. They were surely long gone but they had been real. Just like he was real.

Jack opened his eyes. Water poured into his open mouth. He shut it hastily and swam upwards. Nearly three hundred years of avoiding water. Three hundred years of severe aquaphobia. Yet he knew how to swim. He knew why now.

Jack broke the surface of the thin ice layer of the water. Courtesy of Jack. He was barely treading the water a second before he was plucked from the water by scalding hot hands.

"Jack!" Summer cried. "You're okay!" Even over the sound of his coughing, Jack could hear the glee in her voice.

"Jack, let's go ice skating!"

"Yeah," he coughed. He carefully pushed Summer's hands away. He didn't need any more burns. When they had first met, Jack had felt an instant connection with the summer spirit, in spite of the many times that had hurt each before they had gained control over their powers. At least Jack knew why he had cared about Summer so quickly, other than them both being outsiders. Summer reminded him of Katherine.

Before Jack could ask about what he had just saw, or about anything, he was enveloped by a large fluffy towel. His clothes were sopping wet and, while being towelled dry, Jack was efficiently stripped down until he was left shivering and wrapped up in a new, dryer towel the colour of his hair. White hair, he reminded himself, not brown.

"I didn't know winter spirits would shiver," Summer remarked, giggly with relief. Jack couldn't help wondering how close to death he must have been.

Nate was watching him with an appraising eye as he squeezed the water out of Jack's clothes onto the floor. Ice water splashed onto his bare feet, but he didn't appear to notice.

Flower was staring at him with a fond tilt of her head and a relieved smile. "We're so happy that you're alright, Jack. We were worried."

Jack smiled, warm under Flower's gaze. Their absence in his life had made him begin to doubt how much the other spirits cared about him, but he knew that they did care - if Summer had meant what she had said. Jack doubted that he would be allowed to forget that they cared again. Likely no one would be allowed to forget that again.

"What happened in the water?" Summer asked. "You were down there a very long time."

Flower nodded along while Summer spoke. "You saw something, didn't you? The water can cause that affect."

"I saw things," Jack explained, carefully, unsure of how to voice his vision. "In the water. I saw… my past life. I had a family." He still did but Jack didn't say that. There was no need to be sappy right then. Between the other spirits, and Sam, Jess and James, Jack had a family.

"My friends?" Jack asked, suddenly wide eyed. He didn't fully remember the attack of the demon, but he knew that the others must have been injured. He remembered blood and tears.

"They're in the hospital," Nate replied. He handed Jack's damp clothes to Summer who quickly began to steam them dry.

"They're recovering," Flower added, hastily before Jack began to panic.

"I have to go…" Jack began before trailing off. The others had gone against Mother Nature in bringing him here. He remembered that. He didn't know if there would be repercussions. He didn't know if he could just leave them after they had just saved his life. It seemed ungrateful.

"Go," Flower laughed. "You have to get back to them, we understand."

"Thank you." Jack gestured to the small but deep pool of deep blue water that he had been submerged in. "For saving my life and… and for threatening to revolt for me." He grinned.

"No problem Jack. We all need to stick together from now on," Nate said. "We're too separate these days. Especially with those… demons-things getting stronger. We're vulnerable apart."

Summer threw Jack his newly dried clothes. Jack held them in his hands for a moment before he started getting dressed. They felt softer than before.

Summer beamed. "Go to your friends. We'll sort this mess out."

"And remember, you can call us if you're ever in trouble again," Flower added.

Jack grinned. "I'm sure that I will."

~An Unlikely Friendship~

Sam let his head fall back against his pillow with a huff. Defending himself against angry police officers was not something he had had to do for years. And that had been a rough interrogation. At least the more exhausted he got, the easier it was to believe that he was too injured to remember what had happened. He hoped so, anyway.

"Are you okay, Sammy?" Dean asked, walking into the room. He remained standing by the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine just… tired," Sam said around a yawn. He frowned at Dean. "Why are you over there? Come in." He paused. "Did everything go alright with Jess?" Sam hoped that they hadn't had an argument.

"Yeah, we talked." Dean closed the door behind him. "She's gone to talk to your friend."

Sam continued to frown. "What did you talk about?" Dean stared at him for so long that Sam felt a pit form in his stomach. Something was wrong. "Dean?"

"Jess told me something very interesting about the three of you – you, your friend and her. She told me that – that you knew that the Demon was coming."

Well, Sam had meant to tell him.

"Sammy? Is that true?"

Sam hoped he was imagining the shock in Dean's voice. "Y-Yeah. Jess wasn't lying. I didn't think that Jess or James saw the same thing." It was news to him. "But… yeah. I didn't believe it, didn't want to believe it. It's kind of unbelievable. But I saw the Demon coming to the apartment and killing Jess. She was on the ceiling, like Mom was."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, Jess told me that. Were you ever going to tell me?" He asked, serious.

"Of course," Sam promised. "I was going to tell you all this earlier, but then the police showed up."

Dean looked away.

"Dean," Sam murmured. After being kicked out of his family by his dad – what sort of choice had that been? – Sam had thought that he could handle any sort of rejection from them. He had thought that he was too old now to be constantly seeking his big brother and father's approval. It seemed he was wrong.

"You believe me, don't you? I didn't think it was real. I thought it was… I don't know – but I didn't think I was psychic! Please, Dean, you've gotta believe me, I didn't think that there was anything…" Sam trailed off. Dean hadn't moved, hadn't looked back at him, at all while he spoke.

"You didn't think there was anything wrong with you?" Dean guessed.

Sam nodded, miserably. Of course, Dean thought that there was something wrong with him. How could he not? Sam had had information on their mother's killer, and he hadn't shared it. He had received visions, presumably from that thing. Why else would James and Jess see things too? It had likely gotten to them too when they were younger.

"Sammy," Dean sighed. He rubbed a hand down his face and then reached out and grabbed Sam's hand. He finally looked into Sam's face. "There is nothing wrong with you," he stressed. "So, you had a – a vision. That doesn't mean that there is anything wrong with you. If that vision was from the Demon - and we don't know that - then I'm glad you had it. It probably saved your life.

"And, psychic or not, I'm glad you're safe. You're my baby brother, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you. If this saved your life, then it can't be entirely bad. It saved James and Jessica too. I don't think you are any different now than you were then. Well, now you've got a hot girlfriend. Or, fiancé, actually."

Sam's eyes widened. "She found the ring?"

"She found the ring." Dean nodded. "And, why didn't you tell me that, huh?" He punctuated that by lighting punching Sam's arm.

"Did she…?"

"Well, she was holding the ring," Dean grinned. "If there's a woman like her out there for me then maybe I might even consider choosing your white-picket fence life." He laughed.

Sam smiled. "It's not all normal," he argued. "Between James and Jack, there is a lot of not-normal things that go on. It's not all even supernatural."

Dean frowned. "Who's Jack?"

Oh, right, Sam thought, resigned. That's another thing we need to talk about. That'll be fun.