*Hi! Im starting to feel better, so the writing begins!*

*You are all so correct! Sam is worth way more than $2000! I just figure that people don't really have a lot of money as hunters, so $2000 is a pretty good amount. *

*Again sorry for the late update. I write when I'm not exhausted. Now if only they had a pill available to where I never had to sleep again I would be a happy girl. (:*

Sam was asleep at the small table when a loud noise woke him. He recognized it as thunder, and could even hear the rain pouring down on the ceiling. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked around.

"Alright so I don't think I'm in a basement. That's something."

Sam got up from the table and used the bathroom. He was still wary about it, he didn't really know Troy, and wasn't sure if there was some sort of pervy camera anywhere, but when you have to go you have to go.

He decided it was time to actually sleep in the bed. This whole situation was stressing him out and there was nothing he could do about it. Even when his dad and Dean got to the town he was in, they would have to find the actual building he was being held in, which could take a lot of time in its self. He honestly thought that he was only going to need him for the one hunt, one think Dean always said was he was plenty book smart, but he definitely had to brush up on his street smarts and to not be so naïve. Sam didn't think he was naïve, not really, but he soon realized that maybe he was. How could he believe this guy was only going to use him for the one hunt when he could use him for all the hunts?

Sam kept trying to find a comfortable position as he heard the rain and thunder outside the building he was in. He thought back at all the times when he was younger and Dean would let him crawl into bed with him, or even as he got older Dean would stay up with him and make him feel better until the storm passed. But now he was alone, and he would be dammed to call for Troy and ask him to keep him company. He would rather a lightning bolt strike him down then ask for Troy's company when it should be Dean's company. He decided to just roll himself up in the blankets and wait for the storm to pass. He could think of all the names Dean calls him when he does this. His brother's favorite is 'cinnamon Sam,' since he looks like a dam cinnamon roll in the covers. Sam smiled at that, and it helped him relax a bit. Unfortunately another boom of thunder hit his ears, and then the building shook. He gasped and rolled up in the comforters some more. Hoping that his family was close by. In the meantime, he was thinking of a way to maybe get the dam shackle off his ankle.

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Troy and his partner just got back from the bar to where they were holding Sam. He couldn't believe that he was able to sell the kid for $2000. Maybe he could just loan Sam to rob for now, then over the months and years loan him to other hunters and make a pretty penny. He knew it was risky as hell, seeing as John and Dean had a lot of friends in the hunting community, but all the hunters he knew wouldn't tell the family. Unfortunately some of the hunters he knew were questionable when it came to kids, and he had to admit that Sam was a looker, or he will be later in life. As much as he's grown to like Sam, the money he'll get will be worth the risk. As long as the family didn't catch up, he was all good. He decided it was time to sleep, and in the morning he would check on Sam and see what kind of progress the kid made, so he could collect his money.

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Rob was still sitting at the bar drinking, and now smiling just thinking about his current investment. He's worked alone now for quite some time and it would be nice to have some company. Even if the company was going to be in the shape of a smart mouthed fourteen year old. At least now he had someone to do the research, and be bait, and in the same time he got to annoy Dean. He did know better than to poke the bear, but at the moment he just couldn't help it. Once he had Sam he was going to torture Dean for being such an asshole to him the last time they did a hunt together. He ordered another round of drinks for himself and the girl he was currently with, and put a huge smile on his face. Suddenly he had a great idea, a way to get Sam and keep his money. After the bar he was going to set his plan in motion.

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Rob made sure to leave the bar and head straight for the old house Troy was holed up in. He parked his car a little bit away from the house, grabbed his gun with the silencer attached, and started for the house. It would have been way more pleasurable if it wasn't raining cats and dogs, but he'll take it. He needed to have the element of surprise on his side.

He slowly picked the lock on the door and quietly made his way in. The whole house was dark and he didn't hear a noise, which hopefully meant Troy and his partner were sleeping.

He made his way quietly down the hallway and saw an old staircase. At the top he saw three doors. 'Bingo.' He thought as he crept up to the first door. He listened for some kind of noise, and when he heard nothing he headed in, gun in hand. He saw a figure lying on the bed, and just shot it right in the head. One down. He exited the room and went to the second bedroom, again he saw a figure sleeping, and again he shot it. Two down. He knew neither of the figures were Sam, they would obviously have him in a locked up room, not very easy to get out of. He crept up the third door and saw the various locks attached to the door. He didn't notice a light on from under the door, so he started to undo the locks. He quietly opened the door to reveal a normal room filled with books and a small table with an attached bathroom…and a bed with a small body curled up in it. The last time he saw the Winchester brothers he noticed how small Sam was, especially compared to Dean and himself, and apparently he still was a runt. He turned on the light and walked up to the body on the bed and came up with a great idea. He was going to pretend to be his friend and maybe he would come easy. He put his gun away and started with his act by gently shaking Sam and sounding concerned.

"Sam! Hey Sam you ok buddy wake up!"

Sam was in a fitful sleep when someone was shaking him, and a voice he didn't recognize was talking. He threw the covers off of him and almost hit the guy in the face in the process. He was panting and when he saw the stranger he started to scoot backwards with fear in his eyes. If it was one thing he hated it was being caught off guard while sleeping. The exact reason why Dean wanted to sleep in the room with him when this whole nightmare began. He took a second and realized he did in fact know this person.

"Whoa Sam its ok. Do you remember me? It's Rob." Rob put on his best 'you can trust me smile he could.'

"Rob? What the hell are you doing here?!"

Rob could tell Sam was shaken up. Of course he was, but now he had to comfort him. He held out his hand encouraging Sam to trust him.

"Hey your dad and Dean put out a message to other hunters that you were taken. I happen to hear Troy bragging about a hunter's kid he kidnapped and figured it was you. I was right. I called your dad, he knows I have you."

Sam didn't trust Rob as far as he could throw him. The last hunt they did together didn't end well. Sure you would think that since Rob was older than Dean that he would be wiser, so not the case. He had to be smart if he was going to get out of this. It was possible the ass kicking Dean gave the last time they saw each other actually worked, or it could have made him bitter. First things first, he needed Rob to get the dam shackle off his ankle. He inched closer.

"Um. Yeah thanks."

"Ok kiddo we have to go. Who knows when those goons will wake up."

Rob grabbed Sam by the shirt and started tugging, but Sam resisted.

"Wait! I have this shackle on my ankle."

Sam lifted the blanket he was snuggled in to reveal the shackle. That's when Rob followed the chain the center of the floor and silently cursed himself.

"Ok kiddo no big deal. Listen do you know where the key is?"

"Um I think Troy has it on him."

"No problem. I'll go look for it. Be right back."

Rob quickly left the room. Sam went into action and grabbed a piece of paper and pen. He didn't know if his family truly put out an announcement to all hunters or if this guy was full of shit, so he decided to leave a small message just in case. He started writing and when he was done, folded it up, put a '67 on the front of it, and left it on his pillow. If this guy wasn't on the up and up and his family ended up finding up he was being held here and came without him being here, Dean would know what it meant and read the letter right away. He put it on the pillow behind him so Rob couldn't see the placement. He also decided to leave his coat behind. Another idea came to his brain and he gripped the pen tight by his side. It was time to test Rob after he got those shackles off of course.

Rob came back a short time after with the keys and bent over to start working on the lock on the shackle.

"So Rob. Did my dad or Dean mention anything about what was written in those e-mails?"

Rob stopped for a second, but then kept on with the key in the lock.

"The e-mails? Doesn't look like they would give you internet access in here."

"Troy would let me use the internet to look up the hunts and I got a couple e-mails out."

"No. Sorry they didn't mention any e-mail. I guess they were just excited that you were found."

Finally the lock clicked and the heavy shackle fell to the floor.

"Alright kid let's get going."

Rob grabbed Sam by the arm and dragged him off the bed. Sam took a quick look back and saw the note was exactly where it was supposed to be, and his jacket was on the floor. Perfect. He still had the pen gripped in his other hand, and for the moment let Rob drag him from the room.

"Rob, where's Troy and his partner?"

Rob was more impatient now, and he had a firm tight grip on Sam's bicep as he was hastily dragging his small frame threw the house.

"Their taken care of."

Those words never meant well, especially in the hunting world. It always meant they were killed.

"Rob, my dad would have given you a safe word for me to know you were on my side. What is it?"

Sam started to pull back out of Rob's grasp, but Rob was tall and built like Dean, which was bad for Sam. Rob stopped and threw Sam forcefully into the wall. He wasn't expecting it, but he knew he had to get himself back together.

Rob was royally annoyed. Sam was still the pain in the ass little brother that he remembered from all those years ago and he really didn't have the patience to deal with him right now, especially since he was practically drunk. He knew he should have brought chloroform or something with him. He squatted down right in front of Sam and got close up to him.

"Your family doesn't know I have you. I don't know or care where they are. If you really wanna know, Troy was bragging about you, and right out sold you to me. He sold you for $2000 to a hunter he barely knew. How does it feel to know that your life is worth $2000? Hu little Sammy? Now I came in here, killed those two clowns, and now I'm taking you with me. I don't wanna hear any of your whining or complaining or your empty threats of your family coming to save you, cause trust me they aren't ever going to find you. You're mine now and you will be quit useful."

Sam couldn't take it anymore as he took the pen in his hand and thrust it hard into the guys' neck. Unfortunately the pen tip was dull and wouldn't cause a lot of damage, but just maybe it was enough for his to get away.

Rob screamed and fell back when the pen penetrated through his skin. He wasn't expecting it and it actually went pretty dam far inside. It didn't hit anything that could make him bleed out, but dammed if it didn't piss him off to no end. It certainly gave Sam enough time to kick out hard and hit Rob square in the chest, making him go flying backwards.

Sam got up and he knew he needed a phone. He didn't think these guys had a land line, so he decided to run into one of the rooms and hopefully there was a cell phone. If not he was screwed.

Sam ran into the closest room, closed the door and locked it. If anything there may be a useful weapon lying around. H turned on the lights and the site he saw was terrifying. It wasn't Troy in the bed, it was his partner, and he had a bullet wound in his head. The blood was everywhere and although Sam has seen his fair share of gore, it was never from a human, and it was never his fault. If he was bigger, stronger then the guys wouldn't have been able to take him, then Rob wouldn't have overheard them talking in the bar, and he wouldn't have killed these guys in their sleep. Tears came to Sam's eyes and he couldn't stop looking at the dead body. He didn't come to his senses until there was a loud banging at the door and he jumped a mile.

"Dam it you little brat! Once I get my hands on you you'll be sorry!

Sam knew he had to find a cell phone and fast. The tears started coming down his face as he ran over to the nightstand, and thank goodness it was right there in the open and he didn't have to go digging through the dead guys pockets. He quickly dialed his dad's cell number.

The phone on the other end rang twice before it was picked up.

"John here."

Sam started sobbing at hearing his dad's voice.

"Who's there?!"

"Dad." It was barely a whisper.

"Sammy? Sammy is that you?! Son where are you? Are you alright?"

"I…Im at a house. I still don't know the address but dad listen. Troy and his partner are dead. Its all my fault! It's all my fault."

"Sam, calm down. I'm sure it isn't your fault, now where are you? Me and Dean are almost in town."

"You little asshole! Just wait until I get my hands on you!" Rob was still screaming and banging from the other side of the door, and Sam was trying to keep his composure.

"Sam who is that yelling?!"

Dad listen. I don't know how much time I have, but Rob came in and killed them and now he's after me."

"Who's Rob? Are you talking about Robert Porter?!"

"Yeah dad I am! Listen I'm locked in the room with Troy's partner and he's trying break down the door. Dad please hurry."

Another loud bang and the lock to the door flew off, and the door itself came flying inwards as a very pissed off looking Rob was standing there. Sam could barely breathe as he just stared at the angry figure. Suddenly he heard another voice coming through the phone, the unmistakable voice of Dean.

"Sam! Sammy! Talk to me buddy!"

Rob quickly walked up to Sam and smacked the phone from his hands, and then smacked Sam hard in the face making him cry out and hit the ground hard. Rob then grabbed the phone and put it up to his ear.

"So, who am I taking to? Is this Dean by chance?" His voice was cool and smooth, but it definitely sounded dangerous.

"God dam it Rob! What the hell did you do to Sam?! I swear to god if there is one misplaced hair on his hair on his head you are dead!"

Sam was coming to as he rolled over and was lying on his back looking at Rob holding the phone. He could hear Dean screaming from where he was.

"Oh come on now Dean don't be like that. You've had Sam all these years doing the research for you, not letting him live up to his full potential like I tried to do with him. Well guess what? I have a lot of plans in store for Sam that goes beyond research and into the playing field. Maybe kicking my ass all those years ago wasn't such a great idea hu?"

"What's this about Rob? You want help with research and out on the field? Let's make a trade. You let Sam go and I'll come with you. You know I'm a good hunter and I would even complain. Just let Sam go!"

"Nice try Dean, but I don't need a partner, what I do need is bait. And Sam here fits the bill. I'm going to have him do the research, then he's going to attract the monster while I kill it. It's perfect. And there's not a dam thing you can do about it. Now, would you like to talk to Sam before we part ways?"

"Yeah, put him on the phone you asshole!"

Rob ran over to where Sam was and smacked him hard In the face again making Sam roll and scream out in pain. He then sat on Sam's legs and straddled over him with the phone still in his hand.

"Don't call me names Dean or your brother gets it! Now make this short and sweet, he has a lot of work to do for me."

Rob put the phone up to Sam's ear, who was now sobbing and in a lot of pain.

"De…"

"Sammy are you ok?"

"I, I'll be ok."

"Look, we are in the city, we just have to find and you and we will! I need you to hold on for me Sammy, hold on until we can get to you ok?"

"Ok De, I will."

Rob ripped the phone away from Sam's ear and put it against his own.

"Sorry Dean times up. Maybe you should look into getting a new baby brother. In the meantime, we have to go. Goodbye Dean."

Rob hung up the phone and threw it clear across the room. He then peered down at Sam who was scared out of his mind.

"Time to take a ride Sammy. You have a hunt to research."

Rob got up off of Sam. He then bent down and grabbed Sam by the arm again and hauled him to his feet, he was the only thing keeping Sam from hitting the ground at the moment. He threw a limp Sam over his shoulder and started walking him through the house. He opened the front door, and walked them into the pouring rain.

Sam was beyond hurt and in a lot of pain. He couldn't fight back as Rob grabbed him and tossed his lanky body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and was simply walking away. Right now he would rather be with the corpse than in the position he was in now. He could feel the rain hit his body as they walked outside, yet he just couldn't bring himself to care. His family wouldn't find him in time because he was too weak to defend himself. Not to mention there were two dead bodies for the exact same reason. He didn't deserve the company of his dad and Dean, who were both heroes in his eyes and would never let themselves be put in this position. He cried while listening to the thunder and lightning as it lite up the sky around him.

In no time at all he was roughly thrown into a dry area he recognized as the backseat of a car. Then he was too weak to fight as he felt his wrists being cuffed in the back off him, and a gag was shoved in his mouth and tied in the back. His whole body hurt and he was completely defenseless. He closed his eyes and let sleep wash over him, with his dad and Dean in the forefront of his mind. He didn't deserve to be rescued, but he certainly didn't want to be with Rob by a long shot.

*Yeah that got a little dark, but you all enjoyed it none the less.*