When The Past Comes Back To Haunt You.

Summary. . . . . . . . . What if the rabbit's 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 it has taken so long to update, getting through my first Christmas without my Mum, turned out to be a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. Thanks for sticking with me. Peanut x

Dean begged and pleaded and beseeched the Nutcracker to stop, and when that didn't work he swore and demanded and threatened, but still the wooden puppet continued to assault and torture the youngest Winchester, until Sam no longer cried out in pain, his throat torn hoarse, until he no longer thrashed about upon the floor, his body limp and spent. Dean, once he saw Sam so broken, tried to stay calm, hoping and praying that if the Nutcracker gained no reaction from him he might give up, but it seemed as though the creature could read his mind, could see what he was aiming for, because if anything Dean's silence angered him all the more, his wooden nails pressing even harder upon his own flesh, the resulting marks simultaneously ripping into Sam's body.

The older Winchester began struggling once more, feeling the coarse fibers of the rope tearing into the soft unyielding skin of his wrists, feeling the blood as it dripped from the open wounds, but little caring as the need to save prevent Sam from hurting even more consumed his every thought. Sweat and tears fought as they streamed down his face, his own voice began to break as he shouted time and time again for his sibling, hoping that he could break through Sam's pain even for a second and let him know no to give up, that he was there, that he would fix this; his struggles and shouts subsiding slightly as he began to realize he didn't know how to fix this, didn't know how he was going to stop Sam's pain.

He watched with revulsion as the Nutcracker ran his fingers down Sam's sweat soaked body and raised the digits to his mouth where he sucked greedily upon them, his oak eyes closing in contentment, a look of pleasure crossing his normally malicious features, a sigh of bliss escaping his mouth before he spoke.

"Ah, such a sweet bouquet! The taste of fear with a few rich notes of pain running through it, and an aftertaste of a hidden power." The words fell from his lips as though he were describing a bottle of the world's best wine, and not the suffering of his unfortunate victim.

It infuriated Dean all the more, made him want to tear and shred and rip the mannequin into tiny little pieces, words fell from his own lips, words that promised suffering and torture and carnage of his own, but the Nutcracker just turned slightly, looking at Dean haughtily over one shoulder and smirked before turning his attention back to the man who's suffering and ultimately who's death would turn him back into the human he so richly deserved to be, who would give him back the life that was so cruelly taken from him, who would free him to take revenge upon those that had banished him.

He began to chant, the Creole falling easily from his lips, the flames of the candles burning brighter with every word. He'd had enough, it was time to end this, it was time to return to the man he once was. He picked up the candle that was placed at Sam's head and moving to the pliant man's side allowed the hot wax to fall upon the chilled body, a pattern quickly forming, as yet more words were spoken. Once complete he replaced the candle and instead took out a knife hidden inside his long black boot. Holding it with both hands high above his head, he stole a quick glance at his other captive, a sickening twinkle in his eyes, that same smirk upon his face, before aiming the blade for the middle of the pattern he had created.

"Noooooooooooooooo!" Dean screamed, his heart thudding in his chest, every muscle straining upon his body, this wasn't right, this couldn't be happening, it shouldn't end like this, it couldn't end like this, after everything that they'd been through, after everything Sam had been through, this wasn't how he was supposed to die. He turned his head away and closed his eyes unwilling to see Sam mutilated, but he soon found himself drawn back, soon found his lids reluctantly opening and his eyes focusing, and the sight that befell him shocked him to his very core.

Stealthily, quietly Bobby had stolen his way into the room, coming up behind the crazed mannequin as he began to strike, his own arm striking out, a silver flask glistening in the candlelight as he dumped the Louisiana swamp water that had been blessed by a descendant of the Nutcrackers original victims all over his wooden frame, the result instantaneous as the wooden figure was halted by a power even greater than its own. The older hunter moved quickly, untying Dean's bonds and helping the younger man stand. They moved quickly to pull Sam from underneath the weapon aimed for his heart and up onto one of the nearby beds, questions falling thick and fast from Dean's lips as they worked; questions that Bobby steadfastly chose to ignore, knowing that Dean would not like the answers he gave back if he replied.

Dean though was persistent; his brain figuring out that there was still more bad news to come forth, and although he didn't want to hear it, he knew deep down he would have to. He turned the older man around to face him. "Bobby! Stop! Answer the god damn question! Is this it? Is it all over? Will that stuff kill it?" One look into Bobby's eyes and Dean knew it was not over, it would not kill it. "So what do we have to do? How do we stop this for good? You said you had a way."

"I do have a way Dean, but I'm not sure you're gonna like it. I tried to tell you to wait, didn't want to tell you on the phone, wanted you to come in here knowing exactly what was about to happen, but you had to rush in before I got here, and now if we don't do this we will never get another shot."

"Do what Bobby? What do we have to do to save Sam?"

Bobby took his hat off and rubbed a hand through his hair and down over his chin, sighing heavily he answered. "To save Sam, to break the bond between him and the Nutcracker. . . . . . . ." He paused and reached into the heavy duffle bag he had brought in, pulling out something that had Dean's eyes widening in shock. "To save Sam, we first have to kill him." Bobby finally ground out as he placed the portable defibrillator upon the bed next to the prone man.

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

A.N. . . . . . . . . I hope it was worth the wait? Please feel free to let me know. As always thank you so much for taking time out to read this chapter, will be back soon with more. Peanut x