When The Past Returns To Haunt You.

Summary. . . . . . . . . What if the rabbits foot wasn't the only thing taken from John's Storage unit? What if something that haunted Sam so long ago was taken also? Something with a lust for revenge, and a need to finish what he started all those years ago. An AU sequel to The Nutcracker.

Disclaimer. . . . . . . . . If they were mine they'd still be together! Okay, well I can't use this disclaimer anymore. All things recognizable belong to Kripke.

A.N. . . . . . . . . . Sorry about the wait for an update, real life is kinda interfering with writing at the moment. As always thanks for reading, will catch you soon, Peanut x

Dean wasn't sure what woke him up, wasn't sure if it was the ray of sunlight uncomfortably crossing his eyelids, passing through worn curtains that wouldn't fully close; or the harsh rumbling of his cell phone vibrating across the nightstand like some high school marching band; or Sam's sudden cry of "No!" before his brother stumbled from the bed, his feet catching in the rumpled sheets, nearly sending him crashing to the floor before he gained his balance and rushed for the small bathroom; or maybe all of them combined, which ever it was he found himself turning his head, looking at the alarm clock and cursing all them as his sleep blurred vision finally managed to make out the time. "6am! Are you freakin' kidding me?" He rolled his tired frame onto his side, his mind torn between answering the phone or making his way to Sam who he could hear throwing up in the bathroom, in the end deciding to do both. Picking up the phone he answered as he wearily made his way to Sam, the person on the other end speaking before he even had a chance to say hello.

"I got a job fer ya boys." Bobby's gruff voice rang out.

"It's good to hear from you too Bobby." Dean answered before adding. "And thanks for the wake up call. You do realize it's 6am?"

"Well if ya pair of idjits would have given me a call after the whole Bella incident, I would've known that, but no you pair decide to let me sweat it out thinking ya might 'ave failed." Bobby shouted, his voice dripping with a mix of sarcasm and worry.

"Sorry Bobby. Something came up, and I guess we kinda forgot." Dean replied suitably chastised, his hand reaching out to open the bathroom door at the same time.

"Forgot! Forgot! Ya tell me Sam has been cursed by a rabbit's foot and then. . . . . . . . . . ." Bobby paused as Sam chose that moment to be sick once more. "Dean? What's wrong? Was that Sam being sick?"

"Yeah, sorry Bobby. He just woke up as you rang and bolted for the bathroom. I don't know what's wrong yet. Any chance you can send us the details for the hunt, I'll take a look over them, check out Sam and rind ya back."

"Yeah sure Dean. Take care of Sam, and boy, make sure ya call me back."

Dean threw the phone onto Sam's rumpled and sweat dampened sheets before making his way further into the tiny room and sitting on the rim of the bath tub. He placed a hand onto his brother's trembling back, concern and worry etching his features as he felt heat radiating from his sibling. "You okay Sammy?"

Sam could barely muster the strength to answer, his raw throat managing to force out a muted "fine" before he was assaulted by dry heaves. As they abated he managed to twist his head to the side and give his worried brother a quick grin.

"Yeah sure your fine Sam. You're throwing up, you're burning up, and you bolted from the bed so fast you nearly fell. What happened Sam? Did you have a nightmare? A vision?" Dean prayed it wasn't the last one, Sam hadn't suffered from one since Azazeal had died at his own hands, but he worried constantly that they would return, and all the freaky crap that was associated with them. He moved from his brother's side as Sam slid away from the toilet and leant heavily against the wall. Removing a plastic cup from it's protective film, he quickly filled it with water and handed it to his sibling. "What's going on Sam?"

Sam took tentative sips of the cool liquid, almost sighing in pleasure as it eased the burning in his throat, he thought back to the nightmare he had just had, thought of how to explain it to his brother when he didn't understand it himself. The dream was so vivid, so lifelike, but Sam had no recollection of it ever happening, and the evil that had visited him whilst he slept, surely that couldn't have been real, could it? He turned wet eyes his brother's way, swallowing down a few more sips of water before replying. "It was just a dream, Dean. A freaky ass, nightmare of a dream, but still a dream."

"Sam that was more than a dream, you bolted in here like you were aiming for a world record. What the hell did you dream about?"

Sam sighed, he really didn't want to say. He knew after all these years of receiving his brother's teasing about his fear of clowns, that the mocking would only increase if he told Dean of what had scared him so. He could also tell though that Dean would not stop pestering him until he told. Taking a deep breath he started to reply, his heart dropping to his stomach as he watched the color drain from his siblings face. "Don't you dare laugh Dean. I dreamt of a. . . . . . . . . . . I dreamt of a Nutcracker.

The Nutcracker smirked as he leaned back into the plush seats of the car Grossman had stolen, after years confined in his box he was relishing the freedom and all the comforts that came with it. He looked at the man that had now become his puppet, the man that had aged years in the few days he had been out, the man that would feed him until his true prize was once more back in his hands, the man that was chauffeuring him around in the celebrity status he richly deserved. He could smell the fear that bled from the man, could taste the defeat and acceptance of death that filled the car with a rich aroma, Grossman knew he was going to die, knew it would just be a matter of time. The Nutcracker leaned forward and ran his wooden fingers down the side of the mans sweat soaked neck, gaining strength from the shiver that the action caused before sitting back and bringing the fingers to his mouth, sucking on the juices as though they were fine wine, feeling warmth spread throughout his frame. He paused as a different smell began to permeate the air, faint yet instantly recognizable, the aroma of The One. He shouted as the smell began to fade as they drove on, shouted at the man to turn before he lost it's tantalizing bouquet, lust and hunger shining once more in his oak colored eyes. Soon, my child, soon.

To Be Continued. . . . . . . . . .

A.N. . . . . . . . . . . I hope that you all enjoyed, will be back soon with more, Peanut x