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

That was the last thing he had heard before the phone was harshly hung up on him. He was more than relieved when Sam had called them, but then Rob Porter of all people was with Sam now.

"No wait you son of a bitch! Dam it!"

Dean through his dad's phone on the floor, and John looked over at him while also focusing on the road in front of him. He remembers the hunt Dean did with Rob, and it did not end well. Rob's dad was also a hunter, but had died when Rob turned 18 and the kid has been on his own ever since. But years later when Rob was about to turn 25, John had met him at a bar. The kid seemed to be very knowledgeable and capable when it came to everything hunting, and he thought it might be good for him and Dean to team up for a hunt even though Dean was 17, yet he was a very capable 16, and he figured the two of them would get along going on a hunt together and Sammy could get some time to himself. At 13 years old John had his training like crazy since he was so small, but once in a while the kid deserved a brake. Especially since he was still recuperating from the last salt and burn where Sam got a concussion and a more than sprained wrist. So at the time it seemed like a good idea.

~*SPN*~

'Back at the current motel they were staying at, Sam was fast asleep while Dean was sitting next to him in the same bed silently flipping through channels when John came home. Even though the room was dark and only illuminated by the light of the t.v, Dean could see his father's simple head nod for him to meet him outside. Dean looked over at Sam, and slowly and quietly walked outside closing the door behind him. He was only in his sleep gear, but it was the summer time so it wasn't that bad.

"What's up dad?"

"I met this kid at the bar, he's a hunter. His name is Rob he's about 25. I thought it might be a good idea for the two of you to go on a hunt together. You're getting older and you need to learn to do these things without me anyway, even if it is with a partner."

"Sammy's my partner."

John smiled.

"Yeah of course he is, but he's just too small still to properly watch your back. He'll get there Dean, he will. In the meantime though I really want you to go on this hunt while Sam is on the mend. Now there's a haunted house the next town over that needs to get looked at and I don't want Sam near it anyway."

Dean crossed his arms.

"Why not?"

"Kids Sam's age have been disappearing in that house. They will go in on a dare and never be seen again. This way you can get practice and backup and I'll stay here with Sam and watch him."

Dean was hesitant to take his father up on his offer. Of course doing his own hunt, even with an experienced partner, was an amazing opportunity. But he was hoping his first hunt without his father would be with Sam and not some kid his dad met at the bar. Plus he didn't want to leave Sam in this condition. He knew his father wouldn't let anything happen to him, but he was given the task of keeping Sam safe and looking out for him, that was his job and he took it seriously. The only reason why the ghost stopped throwing Sam around was because Dean ran up to Sam and threw a ton of salt on the kid. Sam was a little annoyed afterwards after some grains landed in his eye and his mop of hair was just littered with salt, as well as in his dam pants and underwear, Dean threw A LOT of dam salt on him to keep the ghost at bay. But it left him alone, and his dad finished the salt and burn. Dean was the one who carried Sam away from the graveyard and into the safety of the impala after he passed out.

Dean sighed. He figures what would one hunt hurt? He couldn't let any more kids Sam's age getting taken by whatever was in that dam house. And if he could save all those kids, then he was all up for it.

"Ok yeah I'm in."

"Great. We'll get some sleep tonight, and tomorrow afternoon I'll call Rob and have him swing by to meet you. I think you'll get along with him. Plus this is how you make friends and contacts in the hunting community."

Dean scoffed.

"I have friends! I have you two, Pastor Jim, Bobby, Caleb, what more could a guy what?"

"I know. But the more you have the better. Now let's get inside. We have to do a little more research on the house in the morning, and maybe you and Rob can make it out there by tomorrow night and get it done quickly."

The two men entered the hotel where Sam was stirring in the bed. John instantly went to his bed where he started getting ready for sleep, while Dean went right to Sam's side.

"Dean?"

"It's ok buddy I'm right here. Why don't you go back to bed hu?"

"Yeah ok."

Sam scooted closer to Dean and fell asleep. Dean couldn't wait until Sam hit his growth spirt and they could hunt together. They already had a series of signals and secret words shared between them that no one else could decode, so it was perfect. Dean threw an arm around Sam, and fell asleep like that.

The next morning Dean was already up and showered by 7am. He was having reservations about working with this Rob character, but if his dad seemed to trust him and think this was good then why not give it a try?

Another thing was he didn't exactly know Rob, therefore didn't trust him around Sam yet. Sam was still a young kid with baby fat, and until that changed Dean and his dad were to be wary around others, even other hunters. Until he really knew Rob, he was going to keep a close eye on his brother.

Sam was still sleeping while Dean was on the family computer looking up information on the old house. It was usually Sam's job to do the research, but he needed all the rest he could get. Not to mention Sam had already done a lot of work on this hunt before the salt and burn. John had ran out on a beer run and told him to keep an ear out for Rob.

Not two minutes after John had left there was a harsh knock at the door. Dean looked over at Sam and saw him start to move around a little bit. Dean pulled out his gun and slowly started for the door, he kept it behind his back.

"Who is it?"

"My name's Rob Porter, I met John Winchester last night and I was supposed to meet him here."

Dean looked through the door making sure this guy was alone. Either way he had made sure to keep his gun in his hand at all times while the other hand slowly opened the door. There was no way he was risking Sam, especially when he was out for the count. When he was convinced that there was no one else with him he opened the door and saw Rob for the first time. He was nicely built, a bit shorter than Dean but not by much, and if anything he definitely had more muscle than him. After all Rob was a bit older. Dean sized him up, took in all possible weaknesses, and motioned for him to enter. Rob nodded his head as if saying thanks and walked in. He looked around and his gaze instantly fell to the bed with Sam in it. Dean closed the door and stood in front of him, blocking his view to Sam. This was a rough start.

"My dad went out to get beer. You're more than welcome to have a seat at the table while we wait."

Dean didn't take his eyes off of Rob for a second.

Rob sat at the table and Dean sat on the bed separating Rob from Sam.

"So Dean. Your dad talks about you a lot. It's finally nice to meet you."

Dean just smirked and nodded.

"And that little guy over there must be Sam. Is he sick?"

"Concussion, minor injuries. He's fine."

Dean wouldn't stop staring at Rob like he was his prey. There was just something about him he didn't like right from the bat. He could also tell that Rob was one smooth guy, and wasn't playing into Dean's intimidation techniques. No way he was going to be bested by a 16 year old. But he was going to play nice, for now.

"Good to hear he's ok. So, what information do you have on the house?"

Dean got up and dropped the file in front of Rob.

"According to the information Sam found, young kids about 12, 13, 14 years old are going into the house and not coming back out. So far 5 kids are reported missing. The townspeople are thinking there's a human predator nearby, but once we stopped here I took the liberty to check the sex offender site and found only 2 people registered. Sometimes in small towns like this there are only a couple or it's every other person, but with the 2 people one is a woman who made a mistake years and years ago with a kid who lied about his age to score with an older chick, and the second is a sick guy who is currently restricted to his house by means of a wheel chair. He unfortunately knew what he has doing years ago, hence why he was in a wheel chair."

"Those are the only 2?"

Dean nodded as Rob looked through the file.

"Trust me I'm very thorough. I should be I do it for everywhere we stop."

"You look up people on the sex offenders' site everywhere you stop?"

"Yeah. I need to know who should and should not definitely come near Sam."

Dean said it as if it was as simple as breathing.

Rob stole a quick glance back over at Sam.

"How old is he?"

"13."

Rob nodded and looked back at the file.

"Wow, Sam came up with all this information? This is ridiculously good. I know no hunter that comes up with this much information and keeps these good of notes on a case. Not even the experienced ones."

"Yeah Sam's pretty smart. It would take me forever to get half that information."

"No kidding."

Rob was impressed by the amount of work that went into this one case. With Sam on research duty and John and Dean on the hunt, they were practically an un-stoppable team.

Finally John came back with Beer and looked between the two boys, Rob sitting at the table with the file in his hands and Dean on the bed staring him down, and yup, Dean's gun was right beside him. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

John put the beer on the table and sat down opposite Rob, whose whole demeanor changed.

"Hey there John."

"Hey Rob. Thanks for coming by."

"Sure. I'm just excited about working with a partner for a change."

Rob smiled and looked over at Dean who just smirked back at him.

"Were you able to look over the files?" John asked.

"Yeah I was. Sam did a good job with the research."

"Yeah kids great with that stuff. Which is good cause I'm not as great with it." John said.

Dean kept staring at Rob when he heard a low moan coming from Sam. He got up already knowing what was going on. His migraine must be back upon him waking up, and it didn't help that Rob was banging on the dam door earlier.

He walked to the bathroom and not 2 seconds later came back with 2 Tylenol and Gatorade, then sat down beside Sam on the bed.

"Hey Sam, how you feelin'?"

"Head hurts, but it's better."

"Good to know."

"Dean is someone here?" Sam asked as if almost afraid.

"Yeah a friend of dad's"

Sam tried to sit up to peek around Dean, but Dean put his hand on Sam's chest and held him on the bed.

"Stay there. If you get up you might get dizzy."

Sam nodded his head and looked at Dean, asking with his eyes if the guy was ok, Dean gave him a look saying 'yeah, but keep on your guard.'

Sam nodded and stayed down on the bed. He did lean over in order to take the Tylenol and Gatorade, but other than that he made no effort to see the stranger in the motel room with them. He rolled over and closed his eyes to relax, knowing his dad and brother would watch his back.

Rob took in the whole scene before him. Sam was the perfect candidate to be used as bait, but seeing how protective Dean was of him, he was thinking of scratching that plan or he would just have to be sneakier about everything. He hasn't failed a hunt yet, and he refuses to now.

With much reluctance and hour later, found Rob and Dean on the road to the house the next time over. They decided to check it out while it was still daytime out so they had better light. They had to look and see if there was an actual maniac or ghostly presence living there just hiding the boys in an old unmarked room, which required light and no hidden spots.

They parked the impala not too far away, and walked the rest on foot. The house was surrounded by woods and looked like the typical 'haunted house' stereo type which Dean had to scoff at.

The two of them walked towards the house with duffels in hand, ever keeping a vigilant eye for surrounding dangers. Dean was more than hoping to find the kids alive, though he knew the chances were slim. Sometimes it was heard of that some ghosts or some kind of creature would kidnap kids and 'take care of them' in the way they seemed fit, which usually meant locking them in a room or basement chained to the wall and feeding them only god knows what. It was better than the alternative.

The two walked past the yellow 'caution' tape, and just opened the door with ease. Upon entering it was quiet, and kind of condemned, with cob-webs everywhere and old time furniture everywhere. Yup, typical 'haunter house.'

Dean was over this hunt already.

But he wasn't going to quit until he brought some peace to the kids families, or better yet, found the kids.

Dean pulled out his EMF reader and swiped it left and right, no activity.

"I don't know Rob. I'm not getting any ghostly activity."

"You check upstairs and I'll check downstairs. If either of us notices anything we yell for the other."

Without another word Rob started for the basement while Dean started for the stairs.

Twenty minutes later the boys both met in the common room.

"Find anything?" Rob asked.

"No nothing. No sight or sounds of the kids or where they could be. I didn't even get a spike on the EMF reader. I don't know maybe this is a human and he's taking them from the house but keeping them somewhere else."

"You know what we need, we need to actually have a kid come here so we can see what happens, and actually see what's taking these kids and follow them."

"Yeah right. I'm not putting an innocent kid's life in jeopardy. No we figure this out."

"What about a kid who knows what he's doing though? One who won't be easily frightened, can handle himself, and is the same age group?"

Dean's face went serious in a second as he discovered what Rob was saying. All Dean could hear in his head was, 'use Sam as bait.'

Dean instantly got right in Rob's face.

"Let me guess, you want Sam as bait? And you better tell me I'm wrong about that."

"It's a good idea Dean. Sam knows what he's doing and whatever is taking these kids will come for him, then we can follow them. It's solid."

Next thing Dean knew he punched Rob in the face and Rob landed hard on the ground.

"Sam will NEVER be used as bait in any way you got that?!"

Rob knew this wasn't going to be easy, but he just had to complete this hunt. And since they found nothing in the house, using Sam was the only option. Time for plan B.

"Alright Dean look I'm sorry. It was a stupid plan and I wasn't thinking."

"I want you off this hunt and away from my family."

Dean saw right through this guy. He was a charmer with a silver tongue and didn't trust him around his family. 'Around Sam.'

"Ok Dean, truce. I'll leave. Actually I'll walk ok."

Rob turned around and started walking away. He then went and hid behind a bush close by the impala.

Dean couldn't believe the nerve of this guy. He was willing to use a human life as bait. 'Sam's life.'

He decided he needed to talk to his dad NOW.

Dean started for the impala with his duffel in hand, but once he went to put the key in the door there was a familiar face in the driver's side window, then pressure in the back of his head, and everything went dark.

Rob struck Dean from the back and let him fall to the ground. He then unlocked the car, and pushed Dean's body in the backseat. He got in the driver's seat, and drove away to the other side of these forsaken woods.

John was in the hotel room with a sleeping Sam when his phone went off and it read 'Dean.'

"How'd the hunt go?"

"John it's Rob. Listen Dean's in trouble, and I need your help."

"What do you mean Dean's in trouble? I was counting on your to have his dam back!"

"I know John I know, but listen I need you to meet me at the edge of the woods near the old bridge."

John was pissed off and confused.

"Why the hell would he be there?"

"Don't ask stupid questions John! Just meet me there."

John knew there was something off about this whole dam thing. Rob wasn't giving him any specific information and Dean knew how to take care of himself, but he knew he had to go, and he had to leave Sam. The concussion was still making the kid dizzy and tired, which means he would have to leave Sam in the safety of the motel while he went to see what was going on with Dean. He hated to do it.

He walked over to a sleeping Sam and put his hand on Sam's head while whispering.

"Sammy, I'll be right back with your brother ok? All the wards and salt lines are up so you're safe here. I'll be right back kiddo."

John got up, got his stuff, and made sure to lock up the door tight. He got into his black pickup truck, and headed in the direction of where Dean was in trouble.

Rob watched as John left the motel room. Once he was out of sight he got out of the impala, and headed towards the room. He dumped Dean's body far enough out of the way before coming here, John will have to drive all the way to the edge of the woods, and actually find Dean. By that time everything will be complete.

He unlocked the door easy with the key he stole from Dean and snuck in. He walked over to a sleeping Sam and took a good look at him.

"Yeah you're perfect. The ghost will use you to lead me to the rest of the kids."

Sam moved a little, but was just so dam tired. Rob easily put one hand under his knees and other under his back, and lifted him up, carrying him out of the motel room, and to the impala.

"Jez kid you are a runt."

He carefully placed Sam in the backseat, and made his way to the driver's seat. He was ready to put his plan in motion.

Rob quickly drove back to the old house, picked up Sam from the backseat, grabbed his duffel, and started carrying him inside. The kid slept the whole way.

Once inside the house the atmosphere seemed to change, Rob smiled knowing this would work. He lied Sam down on the old couch, then went to his duffel and pulled out 2 lengths of rope. He tied Sam's hands in the front and then his ankles. He grabbed his salt gun, and hid in a near-by pantry, just waiting for whatever creature was causing the disappearances to show.

It took John longer than he wanted just to get to the edge of the woods near the bridge. He parked his car and started searching.

"Rob! Dean!"

John turned all around. Rob definitely said to come to this spot, why isn't he here?

John looked under the bridge in the silt but no one was there or even around the bridge. He decided to venture out into the woods and take a look.

He kept trying to call Dean's cell phone but it went to voicemail every time.

After 20minutes of looking, he finally saw something move, it was Dean. He ran over to his fallen son as fast as he could and bent down next to him. Dean was moaning and groaning trying to open his eyes.

"Son, its ok just stand still for a little bit. Where's Rob?"

"Rob….?"

"It's ok son, let's get you back to the truck. There's something weird going on here and I want to figure it out."

John helped Dean to his feet and practically carried him to the truck. On the way Dean was becoming a little more coherent.

"Dad is Sammy with you?"

"No he's safe at the motel."

"No dad I think he's….I think he's in….trouble. Rob was…saying something about…using him as bait. We got into a fight, and I think I saw …his reflection in the car window before he hit me in the head."

"We'll get right back to the motel. Don't you worry Dean."

They got to the truck and John helped him in. Right away Dean remembered something and started digging in his pockets.

"Dad, Rob got the Motel key. We need to get to the house. I think he has Sam there."

One thing John never really questioned was Dean's instinct when it came to Sam. It seemed to be spot on all the time, and Dean had amazing 'big brother senses.' John hurried the truck towards the old house.

Sam was starting to come to out of his haze. It didn't smell like the motel they were in, but where else could he be?

"Dean?"

Sam tried to move his hands when he realized he couldn't, then panic set in when he realized they were tied together, as well as his ankles. His eyes flew open and tried to take in his surroundings.

'Ok this is the inlay of that old house….the old house where kids my age were being taken.'

"Dean! Dad!"

Sam started trying to struggle out of his bounds when he felt the air pressure around him change. He stopped what he was doing and looked around. If only he could get the rope undone and head for the kitchen, there might be salt or a knife there to help. But it was too late when he saw a huge middle aged man wearing ragged clothes walking towards him. He was blinking in and out of focus, and it wasn't just because of the concussion. It was because he was a ghost. His wrists and ankles were getting sore as he struggled. 'Where the heck was his dad and Dean? And were they ok?'

The ghost bent down and looked at Sam. With a nod he grabbed Sam and threw him over his shoulder.

"Let me go!" Sam yelled.

All Sam could think, was what the hell kind of ghost was this?! Sure ghosts could hit a physical object, Sam knew that all too well when he was thrown around in the last salt and burn, but being able to keep a physical manifestation long enough to carry him to wherever they were going? That seemed impossible.

Sam struggled as they exited the old house and started across the backfield and looked like they were heading for the woods.

"HELP! HELP!"

Sam looked up and saw Rob far behind them.

"Rob help!"

Sam wasn't even sure if Rob heard him cause he was so far away.

"Let him take you to the other kids, then I'll help!"

Rob yelled back.

Sam couldn't believe it, he was being used as bait. He figured it when he woke up, but now he was positive. He was also sure that his family was either hurt somewhere or had no idea what the hell was going on.

John and Dean arrived at the old house, they knew time was of the essence. They did however stop at the motel, just to make sure Sam wasn't there, and much to Dean's dismay (and annoyance) he wasn't, so they rushed over to the house.

When they arrived they kicked the door in and started searching frantically. When they found nothing they met in the living room.

"Shit! Dad what the hell are we supposed to do?! I didn't find any clues the first time in here and I'm not finding anything now! DAM IT!"

Dean kicked a side table sending it flying through the air.

"Calm down Dean. We're not going to find Sam by freaking out. Now we treat this the way we started it, like a normal hunt."

"This isn't a normal hunt. This is Sam's life on the line, and all because you brought home a crazy hunter from a random bar! THIS is why we don't have a ton of contacts dad!" 'because of Sam's safety…'

John swiped his hand down his face. His son was right, he shouldn't have brought home a random hunter form the bar to meet his boys. If anything he and Rob should have done the hunt and Dean could have stayed home with Sam. But he knew in order to save Sam, he had to get his head in the game.

"Ok listen this is what we're going to do. While you and Rob were out here I discovered that there's an old storm shelter not too far away from the property. I was going to tell you if you found nothing in the house. Let's go there, maybe whatever is taking these boys is actually taking them there."

Dean nodded. The both of them took off at a sprint across the backyard and into the woods. John was fairly certain he remembered where it was located. Once John came to the area he put a hand up to Dean, who stopped suddenly.

"Dad what is it?"

John bent down and examined the ground.

"There's footprints here. Two sets, and one of them looks like they were carrying something heavier than the other."

"So, one of the footprints were carrying Sam?"

John nodded, and Dean was fuming. They were so dead, especially Rob, and especially if he was the one carrying Sam into danger. He just didn't know who the second pair could have belonged to.

The two of them followed the footprints until they came to a small clearing, and in the middle of the clearing was a very old pair of doors that looked like it was headed down into the forest floor. Neither man saw anyone around, so they decided to take action walking towards the cellar doors.

"You think this is where Sam is?"

"That's what I'm hoping son. Now listen to me. We go in, you find Sam, and I'll take care of whatever creature this is."

"Yes sir."

Already upon opening the cellar doors they could smell years and years of root decay. They both kept their eyes and ears open for any kind of noises.

"Dam it let me go!" Sam shouted.

Upon listening to the voice they both recognized right away, they stopped in their tracks and looked at each other nodding. They started creeping down the stairs with their guns drawn.

They came around a corner and saw what they were fearing. 3 of the kid's bodies were decaying, the 4thwasn't going to make it, and the 5thchild was on the verge of death. 'Dam it.' Dean had to look away. He then looked back keeping his eyes open for his brother. The 2 men were going to move forward when they saw a very angry irate Rob come into the room from a hall and start pacing.

"Dam it! I can't believe I'm too late!" Rob then kicked a rock making it fly into the wall. John and Dean have seen enough. They both rounded the corner with their guns pointed at Rob.

"Freeze!" John shouted.

Rob turned around and looked at the two men. He knew he was screwed at this point.

"Hey there guys. What can I do for you?"

"Where's Sam?!" John yelled.

"Sam's with our friend in there."

"Dean go get him."

Dean never taking his gaze off of Rob slowly went to the hallway, while John kept Rob at gunpoint.

"We are going outside Rob. We have somethings to talk about."

John motioned for Rob to go towards the stairs. They both went up them while Dean went after Sam.

Dean slowly walked down the hallway and saw another room on the other end. He quietly heard muffled yells of protest and it only fueled his anger. He peeked into the room and saw Sam tied up, gagged, and sitting on the cold floor while some guy was looming over him with a whip in his hands.

"That will keep you quiet." Said the mystery man. He had recently put the gag on Sam to keep him from screaming.

Dean turned the corner and pointed the gun right at the guy.

"Stay right there!"

The guy turned around and saw Dean.

"I was brought an offering, I can't pass him up."

"Sorry to burst your ghost bubble, but you're going to pass up on this one. What does a ghost want with young kids anyway?"

That made the guy laugh.

"You think I'm a ghost boy? Far from it. I'm Belsnickle."

"Belsnickle? Never heard of ya."

"I usually visit kids before Christmas, but since the Christmas spirit isn't exactly up to par I take what I can get. I'm just about fading away here."

'That explains the flickering yet the solid body.' Sam thought.

Dean had no clue what this guy was saying and certainly had to look him up later, but until then he had to get Sam out of here.

"Step away from my brother, NOW."

The creature stepped away from San slowly, and Dean came close to him standing in front of him.

"Sammy close your eyes."

Sam did as he was told as Dean shot several bullets into the creature. He wasn't sure if it would kill him, but it would slow him down for now. The creature was on the ground as Dean went to check on Sam. He bent down and could have cried at seeing his brother safe and sound. He took the gag out and put his hands on Sam's face.

"Sammy are you hurt?"

"My back Dean…"

Dean turned his brother somewhat around and saw blood.

"Ok this isn't a problem." Dean said in a calm voice. He wasn't lying, there wasn't a lot of blood.

Dean took out his knife and cut away at the ropes. Once he finally had them off Sam threw his arms around Dean's neck and started shaking. It was cold down there, but it also could have been from shock so he had to move fast. He picked up Sam as he still had his head resting on Dean's chest. The creature seemed to be dead, but he would have to come back and burn him just in case.

Dean carried Sam up the stairs and out of the storm cellar to outside, where he saw his dad and Rob were wrestling. 'Dam it, he must have gotten the upper hand.'

Without putting Sam down Dean put his gun up high and pointed it at Rob.

"Stay there Rob!"

Both men froze, and once they did John punched Rob in the face making him fall to the ground. Dean looked at the man responsible for this whole mess and snarled. He put Sam down, there was something he had to do before his dad or even Sam could stop him.

"Close your eyes again Sammy." Again Sam obeyed.

He walked right over to Rob and started kicking him over and over again. Then he sent his fists flying into Rob's face over and over again, making too sure to not pull his punches. Finally John spoke up.

"Dean that's enough!"

John had to physically pull Dean off of Rob who was currently passed out and had blood over every inch of his body. Dean swiped a hand over his face and looked at Rob.

"Dean, take your brother to the car, I'll take it from here."

Dean nodded. He walked over to a visibly shaken Sam and picked him up again, and carried him all the way to the impala. And Sam held on the entire time. Once they got to the safety of the car Dean looked at Sam's back and saw 2 long gash marks caused by the whip. He cleaned them up, gave Sam some Gatorade and Tylenol, and stayed with him running his hand through Sam's hair until Sam fell asleep on Dean's lap.

Finally John came running back with a child. He put the kid in the front seat, and got in the car himself.

"Dad I thought they were all dead."

"I checked them. 2 were alive, one of them died shortly after we got there, and this one might have a chance if we get him to the hospital."

Dean nodded. He was upset he wasn't able to save all the kids, but at least he was able to save 2 of them, including Sam.

"How's Sammy?" John asked from the driver's seat.

"He's fine. The whip didn't go too far into the skin."

John nodded and focused on getting to the hospital in time.

Once they got to the emergency room doors John carried the poor boy inside and yelled that he needed help. He had explained that he was on a hunting trip and stumbled upon the old storm cellar where he discovered the kids. He gave the doctors a fake name, and bolted back to the car.

They drove to the motel, John packed their things, and they were quickly on the road again, Dean still in the backseat with Sam resting on his lap.

Later on they ended up in another town to rest and relax for the first time in a long time. Both Dean and John stayed in with Sam most of the time not wanting to leave his side. Dean heard on the news that the kid John brought through the emergency room doors had survived, and his mood brightened a bit. And every time he asked his dad about what happened to Rob all John would say was "it was taken care of."

Dean wasn't sure if that meant he was dead or wished he was dead, but as long as he didn't come near Sam again or cause them trouble, he didn't care.

Once everyone was in good shape again they moved onto another town, and another hunt, Dean never getting a straight answer to what happened to Sam or that Belsnickle guy. Who he looked up later and discovered he was some sort of Santa Clause that came 1-2 weeks before Christmas to check up on the naughty kids with a whip. What the hell he was doing kidnapping kids in the middle summer Dean will never know.'

~*SPN*~

Rob stopped his car in the back of an abandoned house. It was small but served his purpose. He looked at his young captive in the back seat and smiled. Sam was his ticket to never having to do research again AND being bait on his hunts. Maybe he could even brainwash him and years down the road Sam would hunt by his side and help him out. After all John had Dean, and with the proper training from Rob and hopefully a huge growth spirt, Sam could help Rob on hunts. It would be fair after all.

Rob grabbed a still sleeping and handcuffed Sam and once again easily through him over his shoulder. The kid was small, but John and Dean were pretty big guys, so there was hope for the kid yet.

Once they got into the damp house he brought Sam upstairs to the room he had prepared for him. For the time being he put Sam on the bed, but once he woke up he knew he would have to get him 'situated' and get him to start on the research.

Rob locked Sam's door, and walked downstairs with Sam's phone in his hand. He wasn't done tormenting Dean just yet.

*I hope everyone liked it! R&R!*