A/N: Hi everyone, back with another Chapter. Huge Thanks to MysteryGirl7Freak and Tala White 14 for adding this story to your follow lists, especially to MysteryGirl7Freak for also favouriting and reviewing! It's much appreciated! :D

This takes off about three weeks or so after the Prologue, happy reading folks! :)

"Dean come look at this!" Sam called over to his brother, who had only just started cutting himself a sizeable slice of blueberry pie from the kitchen counter of their dingy rented out motel room. Sam had been sat at the small table of said motel room for a mere twenty minutes, keeping a check on the Internet for any signs of demonic behaviour. Since the apocalypse had started, demonic activity had become increasingly common, and it would appear he had hit jackpot for another potential hunt once again.

Only half paying attention to his brother as he focused on his pie, Dean absentmindedly replied, "What is it?"

Glancing up at Dean, a disapproving expression on his face at the older man's lack of interest, Sam answered, "Up in Pennsylvania, some little town called Burgess, something looks to be up, I think it might be our sort of thing." He glanced over at Dean, making sure he was paying attention.

"And? Aren't you gonna tell me what's going on? Or am I meant to just mind read?" Dean replied between mouthfuls.

Sam looked quickly down to his computer screen, hurried by his brother's response, "There have been sightings of black smoke appearing in clouds, the most recent was a few hours ago but this seems to have been going on for a while; similar sightings were recorded way back around Easter last year." Sam paused for a moment, unsure how to continue, "People have described a feeling of fear surrounding the cloud..."

"There's a but there," Dean interrupted,

"Well... it's only children who apparently experience this, adults have little information to give about it, they haven't seen it and those that have are unsure over whether it was just a storm cloud or something on fire. But, they have sometimes seen blasts of ice coming from the direction of the black cloud."

"Ice-shooting-demons who target children? I'm not buying it, since when do demons care about not being seen by adults?" Dean took a mouthful of pie, refusing to be distracted from his sweet treat, "Alright we'll go check it out, how far away did you say it was?"

"Not that far, about 80 miles or so, should we call Bobby or anyone? Demons haven't shot ice before, d'you think he'd know a bit more about it?" Sam questioned his brother.

"We'll get a look at it ourselves first, see what we can piece together," Dean replied finishing of his slice of pie. Sam started to pack away his laptop, while Dean grabbed their duffle bags which were always ready to go, save when cleaning needed to be done, either of the guns or their clothes.

Soon after they had checked out of the motel room, they hopped into their car, and put this town in their wing mirror as they sped down the asphalt road towards Burgess.

~FF 24 Hours ago, Burgess FF~

Jack returned to Burgess with a laugh, buoyed by the wind. He landed smoothly on his lake, checking it was frozen solid as per usual before heading into the town to play with the children. He hadn't been here since Christmas, having been swept away almost constantly by the wind to spread snow and fun across the northern hemisphere during Winter. He had finally a quiet moment, and used that moment to head to his hometown.

Jack had a small collection of believers for nearly two years now, and as he looked back, the time that had passed since Jamie had first spoken his name had been what can only be described as a whirlwind of emotions. Since Pitch had been dragged back to God knows where, Jack had truly been at his happiest. Dropping his gaze to the frozen pond beneath his feet, a smile quirked his lips as he instructed to his oldest friend,

"Wind, take me to Jamie!"

The wind happily obliged, whipping Jack into the air, the young spirit whooping in glee as he gazed down at the winter wonderland below him, a fresh layer of falling snow following his flight. He was excited for another snowball fight with the children, never tiring of being able to actually join in with the fun, something that for a very long time had been impossible.

He landed outside Jamie's house and once he had Jamie's bedroom window in view, he formed a perfect snowball from the ground, infusing it with the spirit of fun, causing it to take on an icy blue tone, before throwing it at Jamie's window. Within seconds, the young boy had came to the window, eyes widening as he saw Jack leaning casually against his staff, smiling in his direction. Jamie nearly jumped with excitement, a huge smile donning his face as he rushed to get his winter clothes, instructing a now 4 year old Sophie to do the same. Jack Frost was here, and that always meant the best snowball fight of the neighbourhood.

While he was waiting, Jack flew to the other houses of children in the near area, throwing snowballs at the windows of the usual children; Pippa, Cupcake, Caleb, Claude and Monty. They had all grown accustomed to Jack announcing his arrival using a snowball, calling them outside for some fun.

Once finished, Jack landed on the middle of the street outside of Jamie's house, waiting for the children. As he waited, he started forming forts out of snow, a pile of snowballs beside each to be used as ammo. He had just finished with this when he heard the first door slamming shut behind him. He looked around to see Jamie and Sophie running towards him, their arms outspread ready to attack him with a hug.

"Jack!" They yelled in unison, before flying into Jack's arms, who had bent down to greet the children.

"Hey guys! Miss me?!" Jack questioned teasingly with a small laugh, the feeling of being hugged still quite unusual to him. Truthfully he missed the children of Burgess, especially Jamie, immensely when he was away, regardless for how short the period of time or how many lights of belief he felt click into place from other children around the world. They were the first to believe. The first to ease the fear of never being seen or believed in.

"Yes!" The siblings yelled loudly, practically bouncing in Jack's arms. By this stage, the other children had joined them, all smiling at the exchange between Jack and the Bennet children, knowing that if it were not for Jamie, Jack may have never become known to them. Jack straightened up, greeting the others and without further ado, helped them into two teams. Once that was decided, Jack called for the snowball fight to begin, a mischievous smile on his face as he threw the first snowball at Jamie.

~FF Later that evening FF~

Jack walked Jamie and Sophie back to their front door. The children had an amazing snowball fight, with both teams doing so well Jack had to declare it a draw. He had floated between the two teams, helping out when one side seemed to be struggling under the cascade of snowballs, the war continuing right up till dusk, with Jack insisting amongst protests from the children that they would have to eat some time, while also promising them the snow would still be there tomorrow and he would be back for round two.

"Thanks for a brilliant time Jack, we had great fun!" Jamie began.

"Thanks Jack!" piped up Sophie in her soft voice, shadowing her brother's comment.

"You'll still come by tomorrow right?" Asked Jamie, raising his head to catch Jack's eyes. Despite himself, even as time went by, it was still hard for Jamie to accept the surreality that Jack Frost, the Spirit of Winter, hung around with him and his friends. He never had any difficulty believing in Jack, it was just overwhelming when he thought of a spirit of legend being like an older brother to him.

"Yes of course! Wouldn't miss it," Jack replied without hesitation.

Sweeping down to give his favourite two believers one last hug, Jack rose to his feet, bidding the siblings goodbye before heading off to his lake. Northern winter was Jack's busiest time, and though he'd never openly admit it, exhaustion was starting to hit him. He was looking forward to taking a long overdue rest in the big oak tree at the side of his lake.

It was at his lake, much later in the night, that Jack was roused from his sleeping state by what could only be described as an uneasy feeling, not unlike one North would describe as getting 'in his belly.' He glanced around, eyes straining to see with the help of the full moon which was partially obscured by thick clouds but still sat proud as ever in the late evening sky. It was when he saw one of the many shadows cast by the moon's light move of it's own accord that his senses went on red alert. His mind jumped to thoughts of Pitch, though according to the other Guardians he would be out of action for the next century or so, if the last time was anything to go by.

Jack watched the shadow that had apparently moved with eager eyes, searching for any slight changes in it's shape or form. He dropped to the lake, as silent as a snowflake, edging closer, his staff pointed toward the apparent danger. Jack trusted his instincts, and his instincts were telling him something was not right. The shadow moved, a pair of bright yellow eyes appearing from the darkness. Without a second thought, Jack blasted ice towards the blackness. He heard the shot hit something that sounded solid, and as if reading his mind, the wind lifted him over to where the blast hit.

What he saw made his eyebrows scrunch together, his eyes narrowing as he frowned in confusion. It was a nightmare. The horse like shadow was lying frosted on the ground, already starting to change into a silver powder.

A myriad of questions littered Jack's brain. What did this mean? Was Pitch back? Was that even possible? Would a nightmare be working independently? Why would it be here? He didn't get to question himself further as he was interrupted by a smooth English voice coming from somewhere behind him,

"Hello Jack."

Jack turned around to face the blackness. That was Pitch. He was sure of it. Instead of meeting the Bogeyman, Jack was greeted with the sight of hundreds of more nightmares. The only thought that could cross Jack's mind was 'How was this even possible?!' Pitch should be struggling to order one nightmare around, never mind making and controlling an entire army.

Once he had adjusted to the slight shock, Jack's mind kicked him back to his senses. Before the nightmares had a chance to attack, he let out a blast of frost, freezing the nightmares closest to him, before calling on the wind to lift him into the sky. He rose up like a bullet into the air, risking a glance over his shoulder to see the remaining nightmares following him up. He felt a jolt of panic shake his mind. There were too many. He couldn't outrun them, nor could he defeat them on his own. Nevertheless, he knew he would have to try. He slowed his ascent once he was a considerable height into the air and away from the trees below, luring out as many of the beasts as possible.

The nightmares swarmed ever closer to the frost spirit, their numbers so great they appeared as a grainy mass of black cloud. Once he felt them coming uncomfortably close, he let out an explosion of icy energy, frost shooting out in all directions, the nightmares all halted in their approach, frozen and shattered by the power of winter. Though it did not weaken him to the extent of passing out, as it had done after Sandy had 'died' due to the extra energy he had gained from his few believers, Jack's energy stores were by now extremely depleted. But it seemed to have been worth it, which he was highly thankful for, as he did not think he could put up much more of a fight, the wind already urging him north to seek refuge in his weakened state in the workshop. It was then he saw a wall of black smoke rising from the trees. This looked different, more smoke-like than sandy. It was smaller, sure, but that would be little comfort once they started to attack.

Jack began his ascent into the air as swiftly as he could, gathering speed as he went, shooting up above the clouds. He knew that there were some immortals unable to handle the colder atmosphere beyond the blanket of the clouds and hoped that the nightmares were included in this group. It seemed, however, that he was out of luck on this occasion. The dense smoke passed easily through the clouds, quickly gaining on Jack. The first tendrils of billowing black smoke blasted him with a rush of heat, each hit slowing his getaway even more. It was not long before Jack was completely surrounded in all directions by darkness. He tried to use the last reserves of his energy to strike out at the smoke, but the shots of ice just passed through the billowing fortress having no effect whatsoever.

Jack could feel panic trying to take root in his mind, but even still he fought against it, knowing panic was not going to achieve anything. In fact, it would most likely only make matters worse. The attacks from the mysterious smokey substance were relentless, tossing Jack about like a lifeless doll and causing him to collide quite frequently with the surprisingly solid wall of black smoke around him. Jack could feel his body begin to shut down as he was overcome by the fierceness of the attacks and the exhaustion of the efforts he had already made to defend himself. Before he could do much more about it, Jack could feel unconsciousness take him in its grasp as the black mass opened from the bottom, allowing the lifeless spirit to hurtle towards the ground.

Jack fell from above the clouds landing with a resounding splat into the wooded area below, the wind doing her best to ease the rate of his descent.

With a chuckle, Pitch Black emerged from a shadow next to the fallen Guardian of Fun as black tendrils started to wrap around the young spirit.

"Finally." He began in his smooth voice, leering over his enemy, "I think it's time we had a little fun."

A/N: Have you noticed? I like ominous endings ;) It just seemed like a good place to end! Hope this chapter was OK! :D Thanks for reading!