A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back! Few things to draw to your attention before you read on, first of, I have a new pen-name; meaning 'KansasAngel94' is now 'FrostedFeathers,' so don't freak out if you see some alerts from a writer with a strange name, it's just me :)

So, this is also my first crossover (*nervous laugh*) should be fun! I've also never really written in an 'evil' character's dialogue all that much before so forgive me if it sounds a little off here and there, I'll always try my best! :)

The story will be taking off about a year and a half after the end of ROTG and shortly after the episode 'Abandon All Hope' which was way back in season 5 of Supernatural. The Supernatural storyline is going to be adjusted here and there to fit the storyline of the story but I'll try and keep as close to the mythology as possible and will explain if anything changes hugely :)

So apart from that, enjoy the ride :) Oh and if anyone is interested, the title means 'Fear of the Frost Child' :)

Summary: Crowley has teamed up with Pitch Black to take down Jack Frost before he can be manipulated into siding with Lucifer. However, once Pitch gets a sniff of revenge, he gets greedy, and after some encouragement from Crowley, he unleashes his wrath on the young guardian. The Spirit of Winter is in need of help, and it might have to come from two brothers and a fallen angel, all of who have belief issues, what could possibly go wrong? T for now but could go up to M (Oooohhh! ;) lol)

Disclaimer: Not mine, neither of them, just playing in their sandbox for a while :)

Pitch Black whimpered in frustration at the mess his life had become. There was little else he could do. He had been on the cusp of greatness, could practically feel the glory and the power of belief raining down upon him. But just when all his plans were ready to come to completion, everything had went horribly wrong. His nightmares had turned on him, feeding off his fear which they sensed in mounds.

And it was all because of the meddling of a certain mischievous winter brat.

Jack Frost.

Merely thinking the young guardian's name sent surges of hatred rushing through the once glorious Bogeyman. Pitch didn't know how long it had been since his downfall, time having little meaning down in his fortress, where he had been trapped by his own creations.

Since then, the nightmares had been relentlessly fierce with their former king, having sensed his lack of authority and deciding to reign terror on the Bogeyman so as to maintain him in a near constant state of fear of which they fed greedily. He had been kicked, bitten and trampled on by the nightmares, but even after all that, the physical beatings were not as terrible as the psychological torture he had endured. At any hour of the day, for any length of time, the nightmares would fill his mind with thoughts of his daughter, at times even leading him to believe she was with him, only to have her took away again, or worse, for her to reject him. As well as this, the nightmares would play with his doubts, his insecurities, dragging them to the surface to taunt him with what he does not have.

He had kept himself sane throughout his captivity by thinking of all the delightful ways he could destroy Jack Frost, could bring him to his knees with defeat, just as he had to him. He knew that, just as they had before, his fears would ease and he would rise in power once again, and this time, his plans would not be corrupted by the interference of the little winter spirit.

"So, Pitch Black. You know, for a Nightmare King you're rather unimpressive." Pitch was roused from his thoughts by another English voice announcing his arrival from across the room. It was dark, but from the faint light in his prison Pitch could make out the silhouette of a man shorter than himself. He sensed the evil from the man, the corruption, the fear this man created and what he himself was afraid of. It felt like a demon; there was a slightly sulphuric aroma originating from the man, this combined with the dark but powerful energy originating from the being before him brought Pitch to this conclusion. However, just because he was fairly sure of what was stood in the room with him didn't mean he understood why. The presence of a demon here would be nonsensical; though immortals and demons knew of the others existence, they stayed out of each others way, likewise with the angels.

"Whatever you desire, demon, I can't help you. You have no business coming to my realm to taunt me."

"Oh really?" The dubious voice responded.

Pitch merely responded with a glare, not trusting the others presence. After another moment, the demon continued, seemingly unaffected by the glare of the Bogeyman.

"What if I could offer you revenge on Jack Frost?" That piqued Pitch's interest, but he waited for the man before him to continue before responding. "I know what happened that Easter. I know how annoyed you must be, how frustrated. I'm here to help with that."

"How do you suppose you can help me? In case you have failed to notice, I am in no condition to seek revenge on Frost. I may be weak, demon, but I am not stupid." Pitch answered, each word getting progressively more heated.

"Call me Crowley." The demon began curtly, "And that's how I can help you. I can replenish your strength, get you control of your army, and supply you with a number of demons to supplement that army. Frost may be cocky in the face of your nightmares, but would he fare so well with my demons beside them?" Crowley paused, confidence practically dripping from him. He knew his offer would be too good for the defeated king to pass up.

Certainly, judging by the look of desire on Black's face, he was pretty much convinced. But Pitch still sensed a problem,

"What is in it for you? Why do you want to help me?" Pitch questioned, his voice betraying the uneasiness caused by his uncertainty over the motivations of the demon.

"All I ask is a promise of your allegiance, should I need it. There's a war coming, happening actually. The more influential comrades I have, the better." Crowley paused for a moment before continuing, "Plus, while you have him in your clutches I want a word with the Frost boy."

At this Pitch raised an eyebrow, or where his eyebrow would have been if he had any, "What could you possibly want with Jack Frost?"

"Now now, nose out," Crowley tutted, after a slight pause during which Crowley debated how much of his plan he wanted to divulge, he continued, "I need him out of the way, that's all that matters. Now do we have a deal, or don't we?"

"Not so fast, Lucifer is the one who holds reign over hell, not you. How do you suppose to get demons to help me?"

Crowley was not surprised by the question, and he had his answer ready, "Lucifer may be king of hell, but I'm king of the Crossroads, that title gives me good influence, I wouldn't worry. Plus, Lucifer's a bit preoccupied at the moment."

Pitch didn't question Crowley's last statement, he had never paid the devil much attention and was not overly interested in what malicious scheme he was up to now. Pitch mulled over his decision a second longer, "Very well Crowley, we have a deal."

"Good choice my man," Crowley chuckled as he advanced on Pitch until he was uncomfortably close.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"Well, it's a deal with a demon. It has to be sealed with a kiss, so pucker up!"

Pitch's face fell at that revelation, but nonetheless allowed the demon to press his lips to his briefly as he closed his eyes, waiting for it to be over.

When it was, Crowley rose to his feet, "Well now, that wasn't so bad was it?"

"Well-" Pitch began to respond with a snarky remark but was cut off by a sharp pain in his chest, he could feel his power growing rapidly, the pain lessening as he grew stronger. It was a heady feeling, he felt as if he was being expanded to 10 times his size. As his body and mind regained their strength, he felt all evidence of the past 18 months of captivity leave him, and he once again felt and looked like he had at his strongest.

Crowley just stood there, allowing the Bogeyman to enjoy this moment.

Pitch laughed his manic laugh. He could hear the hundreds of nightmares in the fortress rearing their heads and stamping their hooves as more were made, increasing their numbers well into the thousands. They could feel the return of their master, and they were ready to serve.

Pitch Black, the Nightmare King had returned, and this time, nothing could stop him.

A/N: So, was it terrible? Should I even continue? Let me know :D Thanks everyone!