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. . . . . . . . . . . I'm so sorry that this update took so long, as I said in my Hope update, real life is desperately trying to knock me down a few pegs, which in turn has knocked my motivation for six. As always thanks for stopping by to read, catch you later, Peanut x
The further he drove away from the motel back to the crime scene, the more he began to feel that something was wrong. He didn't know what it was, a sixth sense maybe, but something was tinkering on the edge of his thoughts, a feeling that he had to get back to Sam, As he turned down the road where they had banished the Wraith, that feeling increased immensely. The road was quiet and empty, dots of lights beginning to appear in windows as the residents of the early shifts began to rise. No police cars were parked at odd angles, there red and blues flashing, blocking the scene from view. No crime tape was stretched across the pathways, keeping back morbidly fascinated crowds.
Realization struck Dean like a vicious blow to the chest, nothing had happened here since they had left, no one had died, no crime committed, he'd been tricked, duped into believing that they had failed somehow and a life had been lost because of it, but why? And by who? The gnawing feeling began to rise within him once again, a feeling he realized he hadn't had since the night he had driven away from his younger brother's apartment at Stanford, a feeling that something bad was about to happen. He didn't bother stopping to make sure everything was okay, instead he slammed on the brakes and spun the wheel harshly the big car spinning madly in the middle of the deserted street, once he was facing back the way he came he eased off the brakes and slammed on the gas one thought in mind, get back to Sam, get back to Sam now.
It was less than an hour later that he was once again pulling into the parking space the motel provided for them, his mind so full of worry for his brother, he raced from the car without even bothering to lock it and dashed for the room. He paused at the door, not wanting to risk Sam by running in all guns a blazing, and listened carefully hoping to hear anything that would give him a clue that Sam was either alright, or in deep trouble; but all he could hear was the distant rumble of the freeway. Placing the key in the hole, he slowly and quietly unlocked the door, pushing it gently open once he had done so. Once the gap was big enough he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness inside, his pounding heart thudding in his ears, only stopping once he was able to make out Sam's still resting form on the bed. Moving the door open even further he stepped inside and made his way quickly to his brother's side, his fingers automatically ghosting over his form, checking him.
He sat on the very edge of the bed, once he had found nothing more to cause him worry over his brother's health, and lightly grasped one of Sam's hands in his own, his thumb rubbing softly over his siblings in a rare show of affection, that if Sam were awake would have been hidden. His mind wandered as the repetitive action caused him to calm down even more, his thoughts drifting to the news report he had seen and acted upon. Was he dreaming it? Or was something messing with his mind whilst he was awake? If so, just what had the power to do that? And why? It was the shadow that alerted him to another presence in the room, his body shifting protectively over Sam as his head turned to see what threatened them both, only catching a glimpse before his world turned black and he slumped unceremoniously on top of his brother, familiar cackling laughter the last thing he heard.
So engrossed in being so close to his release from this hell once more, he very nearly missed the rumble of the big engine returning, the older brother, the Protector had grown smarter over the years it seemed, not taking nearly as long to figure out he was being played as he thought he would have, giving him little time to get the Prize away. Reluctantly he moved away from his Prize, not before he ran his hands seductively along his prize, and back into the shadows of the bathroom where he watched and waited for the chance he knew would come.
He quelled down his anger and rage, as he watched the Protector cautiously enter the room before placing himself protectively next to his sibling, but as he took one of his Prizes hands in his own, that anger and rage bubbled over. The Prize was his, and his alone, no one else was to touch it. Moving free from the shadows he stalked his prey, his axe rising slowly in his hand. When he was ready he alerted his prey to his presence by shifting slightly to the side, allowing his shadow to fall. As the prey turned he struck, giving it little chance to protect itself, the blunt edge of the axe slamming viciously into his head.
He growled as he fell upon his prize, the hostile sound quickly turning into malicious laughter as realization fell. Now he was free to take his Prize and flee. Using powers he had collected over the years, he flung the Protector's body aside, not caring when it slammed harshly into the dry wall of the room; his mind now consumed with his Prize, and his soon to be release back into the world. Using his powers once again, he started to pull his Prize from the bed, his trophy gliding effortlessly across the carpeted flooring, through the door and into the dawning day.
To Be Continued. . . . . . . . . . . .
A.N. . . . . . . . . . . Another apology I'm afraid, sorry it's short and a bit of a filler, I just needed to give the Nutcracker more time to whisk Sam away before the real action starts. Will be back soon with more, Peanut x