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. . . . . . . . Still only borrowing from the genius that is Kripke.

A.N. . . . . . . . . . . Sorry about the wait for an update to this fic, I kinda got sidetracked by my other fic Hope. As always thanks for stopping by to read, catch you later, Peanut x

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Dean's legs felt like jelly as he pounded the last hundred yards to where Sam still lay prone on the sidewalk. He yelled his brother's name again and again, hoping, wishing for any kind of response, but gaining in return only the roll of thunder, as it moved on, and the spattering of rain. He slid to a stop, his knees dropping to the hard concrete, a jolt coursing through his body at the impact, pain registering but being ignored. His fingers reached for this brother's neck, the digits searching for the pulse he hoped was still beating there, relief coursing through him as he found a steady beat. He turned his attention as to why Sam wouldn't awaken, his hands ghosting lightly over his brother's body probing for any injury, but finding none. He ran a hand through his rain drenched hair, frustration seeping from every pore, what the hell was wrong?

Seeing lights coming on in various windows, his yells awakening residents as the thunder died, he knew he would have to move, knew he would have to get Sam out of there. With effort he managed to maneuver his brother's large frame to a sitting position against a wall, pulling his limp arm around his shoulders Dean slowly hefted the dead weight up and started dragging Sam back to where they had left the Impala, thankful that they had parked it on Sam's side of the street, regretful that they hadn't parked it closer. Sweat poured off him, and his worry had increased significantly by the time he was maneuvering a still limp and unconscious Sam into the passenger seat of the Impala, he rubbed harshly at his brother's sternum hoping desperately for a sign of any sort, but receiving nothing to ease his agony. He closed the door softly and ran quickly around to the drivers side, the keys fumbling for the ignition as his hands shook so much, he cursed to himself and took deep breaths to calm his nerves, now was not the time to lose it, gradually he calmed, the keys slid home and the loud rumble of the V8 bringing a new thunder to the night.

It felt like hours before they reached the motel, yet Dean knew it could only have been minutes. Sam still rested awkwardly against the passenger door, neither coming to on the drive back, or showing any signs of awakening. Dean pulled the car as close to their room as possible, and began the arduous task of getting Sam inside. He carefully opened the door his brother was leaning against, his hand reaching out to stop Sam's graceful slide to the floor. Pulling his siblings long legs free from the foot well, he placed his arm once again across his shoulders and lifted. He left the Impala unlocked as he rushed to get Sam inside, and fumbled with the rooms key in his eagerness to get inside, but soon enough he finally had Sam situated on the bed furthest from the door. He breathed a sigh of relief and let go most of the tension that had been building within him, everything would be okay now, Sam would wake up soon and would probably be mortified at having to have been helped home, but everything would be okay. How little did he realize he would pay for those thoughts.

The Nutcracker roared as he felt the Wraith deviate from his orders and start to attack the Chosen One, he could feel the essence he so desperately wanted being sucked away but could only stand in his darkened motel room. He roared again as The Protector entered the picture and his Puppet was banished meaning he would have to finish this alone, would have to revert back to how he had been all those years ago, slinking his way through the shadows to get to his prize. He sat on the bed that rested against the same wall his prizes did and contemplated what had gone so wrong, his plan had been a good one, his only flaw was trusting The Wraith. His bitter thoughts were soon lightened though as he felt The One once more, felt his prize returning to the motel, maybe after all things would still go his way, maybe by the beginning of a new dawn the prize would once more be within his grasp. He heard the rumble of the car entering the property, heard the struggles of The Protector as he fought to get The One back inside, heard The Protectors thoughts and prayers as he wished for The One awaken, and he cackled loudly as a new devious plan formed in his splintered mind.

"So Protector you have foiled me yet again, but I will have that which should be mine, I will still have the last laugh before the new day breaks believe me. Now watch as your brother weakens, watch as he struggles, and as you do so believe the news that I create."

Dean had slumped onto his own bed after he had changed his brother out of his rain and sweat soaked clothing into dry and warm sweats and Tee. He had felt the fever that raged throughout Sam's body, could see the chills that shook his frame, but there was little he could do to ease either of them, Sam oblivious to the world refusing to waken to take the meds Dean had taken from their well stocked supplies, leaving him with no other choice but to place ice filled cloths in strategic places and cover him up with blankets. It seemed to do little to help though, and Dean could tell Sam was getting worse not better and made a promise to himself that if his brother still refused to awaken by morning they would risk a trip to a hospital. For the rest of the night Dean had fought against the fatigue that threatened to consume him, downing numerous cups of badly tasting coffee, eating everything he could get his hands on, and enduring endless episodes of the badly made paranormal tv shows that seemed to be the only thing playing at that time of night, although at one point a cackle of a laugh had seemed so life like. As yet another repeat started Dean finally admitted enough was enough and began to flick through the channels, skimming across most of them before one grabbed his attention. It couldn't be, they had destroyed it hadn't they? But as the reporter spoke again, Dean's doubts began to increase.

"So I repeat again, the Buffalo Stalker has struck once more, the victim this time a child. 8 year old Gracie Smith was murdered as her parents slept through the thunder storms passing over head, unknowing that she had managed to exit her home, her only wish to play in the rain, something she apparently loved to do. Only the shouts from outside alerted them to the fact that their daughter had ventured from her bed. This is Tony Masters and I will have more on this story after this short commercial break."

Dean though didn't want to hear more, he had followed the ritual to the letter, what could have gone wrong? He had to see for himself that this was in fact the work of The Wraith, but that would mean leaving Sam alone. He battled with what to do, in the end deciding that Sam would want him to check this out, that his brother would insist. He wrote a quick note explaining and left it on the night stand with a glass of water and the meds he had gathered earlier, uncertain if Sam would wake whilst he was gone but wanting to be prepared incase he did. Pulling on his boots and jacket, he snatched up the Impala keys from where he had dropped them on the small table and made his way to the door, stopping as he opened it to take a quick look back at his brother, a bad feeling niggling at the back of his mind. Putting it down to the young girls death he stepped outside determined to find out what had gone wrong.

The Nutcracker shivered in anticipation as he felt The Protector leave. His Chosen One was now all alone with little to protect him, everything was going to plan again. He slunk out of his own room and tested the door to the brothers, not surprised to find it locked. Sneaking it's way around the back of the motel he counted down the rooms until he was stood outside his Chosen Ones, an evil smirk contorting his face as he noticed the bathroom window slightly ajar, it's wooden frame so warped it refused to close properly. He looked around for something to boost him up enough to reach the opening, his eyes glinting with malice as he spotted an upturned garbage can resting mere feet away. Within minutes he had pulled it close to the wall, minutes later he had opened the window more. As the new day cast it's pink tinted rays across the sky, he stood over his prize with lust filled eyes.

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

A.N. . . . . . . . . I hope that you enjoyed? Will try and not keep you waiting as long for chapter 9. Catch you soon, Peanut x