The Nutcracker.
Summary. . . . . . . Trying to bring an ill Sam some Christmas cheer, Dean unwittingly places his brother in danger.
Disclaimer. . . . . . Born from the genius that is Kripkie, I'm just loaning them.
A.N. . . . . . . I'm so, so sorry for the long wait for this one, I kinda got side tracked a little with a couple of other fics. As always thank you so much for reading, Peanut x
Sam rolled his eyes as his brother attempted to chat up the busty blonde who had come to take their orders, but couldn't help the smile that graced his face at the same time, this little bit of normal a welcome break after the weirdness of the pantomime. He could feel himself begin to relax just listening to the banter between Dean and the girl, and welcomed the break on his highly strung nerves; yet something still prickled the back of his mind, that feeling of being watched returning. Trying to be as discreet as possible he began to scout out his surroundings, seeing nothing really out of the ordinary. He couldn't hold back a shudder though, causing Dean to look his way from his flirting briefly, as his eyes roamed over the oddly placed Christmas decoration, something about the statue bringing the chill back to his bones. In the end though he dismissed the warning, thinking it was merely an advertisement for the play they had just left, and turned back as the waitress walked away.
She returned within minutes, small tray crammed with Sam's chicken sandwich, salad and drink, and Dean's triple stacker, large fries and extra large pepsi; his brother's order having been upgraded, the girl enjoying the brief respite from the usual miserable souls she'd had the pleasure of serving since her shift had started. As he watched his brother cram the food into his mouth, relish and extra onions spilling from the sides, Sam attempted to enjoy his own food spearing a tomato with his fork and popping it in his mouth, the fruit feeling dry and large as the bad feelings from earlier returned full force. He attempted to swallow down the morsel, his eyes frantically scanning for the danger he knew had returned, but the fragment lodged in his throat, causing his panic to increase as his airway was cut off, his already tender throat burning all the more as the acidity of the fruit was released.
He grabbed onto Dean's arm as his airway became blocked and breathing became difficult, his brother's meal quickly forgotten at the sight of Sam's puce features and panicked eyes. Sam could feel darkness encroaching as his body struggled to survive without oxygen, his mind already closing down, missing the harsh thumps administered to his back, and the frantic shouts for help from his brother. As the spots that danced before his eyes grew larger and the blackness began to take him under, Sam caught sight briefly of menacing features, evil eyes and a smug sadistic smile.
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Dean began to forget the troubles and worries of earlier as he and Sam sat down at the table, his mind already on other things as he caught sight of the blonde that was headed their way, at nearly thirteen his hormones were kicking in and his flirting had increased a notch; Sam might have the puppy eyes that had grannies country wide cooing over him, but Dean could work the beauties over just as well, and if that meant he could eat like a king for little or no money, he wasn't about to waste his talent. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Sam's eye roll and the smirk that lit up his little brothers face, happy that his sibling seemed back to normal once again, before turning back towards the girl, a glint in his eye and a wise crack falling from his mouth.
Even though his attention was on the girl, Dean refused to allow his defenses to totally drop, his ears listening for anything out of the ordinary, his eyes occasionally leaving the pretty face before him to scour the sea of people that still rambled around. He had just returned his attention to Becky, as her nametag read, when he caught Sam's posture change beside him, his little brother's back becoming ram rod straight, a shudder coursing through his frame. He gave him a quizzical look, before finishing off the order, his eyes once again looking for what had changed Sam's mood once again, catching nothing to arouse his suspicions apart from the busier than usual crowds, and yet another of those freaky Christmas decorations inappropriately placed. He calmed slightly as Sam's attention returned to the table as their food arrived, his own thoughts turning to the mammoth burger that had his name written all over it.
He relished the taste of extra onions, meat and cheese; a week of making sure Sam had enough to eat, himself surviving on peanut butter sandwiches, making this simple burger feel to him like a gourmet meal. He had just taken a large gulp of his drink, a handful of fries positioned ready to be shoveled into his mouth when he heard Sam start to struggle next to him, his food forgotten, as his whole focus turned to his brother, his eyes widening as he took in the reddish, purple tint Sam's face was becoming. As his brother gripped his arm painfully, Dean's natural instinct kicked in, his hand pounding heavily at Sam's back, his voice crying out for someone to help, his anxiety rising as Sam fell limply against his chest. He fought briefly at the hands that threatened to take Sam away from him before Becky's voice registered in his mind, her reassurances that she could help allowing him to relinquish hold of his precious bundle.
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He watched from his position as child's natural instinct recognized the danger once again, his whole being tingling at the very thought of what he could achieve with that power. As the waitress walked away mumbling began falling from his lips as a curse took shape. Excitement began to vibrate throughout his being as he watched the youngster begin to eat the meal, that excitement turning to thrill as he caught the young boy struggling, the pest that was his brother, trying desperately to help the stricken youngster, his plans going just as he had hoped. He moved easily, unseen through the crowds that stopped to watch the scene that was happening, Christmas shopping forgotten as morbid curiosity took over. Planting himself within the child's line of sight, pleasure rose within him as the boy's eyes caught his, the youngster's face draining of all color. He smiled a smile that was half grimace, half leer as he watched him fall limply into his brother's chest, before moving away and towards his next haunt, knowing that once there his plans would fall into fruition.
A.N. . . . . . . Sorry it's short, it's hard to get back into a fic when you take a break away. I hope to be back to normal though for the next chapter. Anyway that being said I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, will catch you soon, Peanut x