*Sorry for the short chapter. Also I know I said Sam's first hunt was going to be in this chapter, but it's actually going to be in the next one. My brother is going to be here in a couple hours and stay for a few days, so I'm trying to hash this out. BUT I'll make the next chapter longer and juicy.*

Sam was waking up, still groggy from the drugs he took. There wasn't a clock in the room he was being kept in so he had no idea how long he was out for. He looked out the window and saw it was kind of light out. Looked like the sun was setting, but it didn't help. He slowly got up and remembered the rope was still around his neck. He started playing with the knot, but with him being handcuffed it was more difficult than you could imagine. Just feeling around he could tell this wasn't a knot he was familiar with. If he started messing with it he could possibly make it go tighter around his neck. He stopped fiddling with it, and decided he needed to use the bathroom. Once he was done he flushed and sat back down on the bed. Suddenly he heard the locks being unlocked, and he backed up as far as he could until he reached the head board. It was Rob with a tray of food.

"Knew you were up hearing the toilet flush. Figured you could eat then get to work. There's not a lot of time. If your neck and ribs are still bothering you there's more pain pills under the bed. Help yourself."

That's all Rob said as he disappeared again and locked the door behind him.

Sam was getting frustrated. He was sick and tired of these dam hunters treating him as if he was a piece of equipment instead of a human being. He never really liked watching Dean beat up the bullies that picked on him, but dammed if he would make the biggest exception and let Dean and his dad beat the shit out of Rob…well again. This time he wanted to watch and even join.

He knew getting out there in the field would give him an advantage to try and escape. As long as he wasn't locked away in this dam room he may just be able to get away.

Sam quickly ate his food, then got started on the files and clippings that were on the desk. He wished now he hadn't told Rob about Troy letting him use a laptop and that's how he contacted his family, but he didn't even think Rob had a laptop. Next he looked at the boards on the windows again. He got up and inspected the nails. Dam it those were really in there. It would take Sam forever to get one nail out to undo the cuffs. He decided his best course of action right now was to do the research, and get into the field where he might have a better chance. He sat down again and got to work.

It was four hours later that Sam was kind of coming up with a theory, but only kind of. All these things that Rob gave him didn't make any sense all together.

It was then Sam hard the locks coming un done and saw Rob stepping in. He sat on the bed and looked at Sam.

"So you know what it is yet?"

"None of this makes sense. You said people were getting murdered, some of these papers point to a lady in white killing men, others point to fairies taking babies, I think there's even something about a centaur looking creature kidnapping people…did you give me all your freaking cases at once? I mean none of these are connected, and I seriously don't think that all these things are happening in this little area, unless you kidnapped me and took me Narnia! Most of the notes aren't even in the same handwriting! What the hell kind of bullshit is this Rob?!"

Oh yeah Sammy was pissed. He hated being kept in this room like an animal and being made to look over a ton of different cases at once, while he was under the assumption that he was researching on just one case.

Rob was taken back by Sam's outburst. He knew Sam had to have had some of Dean's personality in him, and there it was. The Sam he remembers was mousy and quiet. This Sam was still pretty reserved, but he was quickly coming into his own. Rob even smiled at the mini 'bitchface' Sam was giving him. He held his hands up in surrender.

"You got me Sam. I had a ton of cases and I wanted to see if you could solve them all."

"What about the murders? The only thing I saw about murders in here was about a woman in white, but there's no way you could even use me as bait for that."

Rob crossed his arms and started to become annoyed.

"Why not? And how are you certain that it's even a woman in white and not just a vengeful spirit killing people."

"Because women in white go after MEN that are unfaithful and all the men that have died so far have had affairs. She won't come for me, I'm only 14.'

"We can certainly try."

Rob smiled. There was no way he was going to kidnap an unfaithful man, so Sam would have to do.

"She won't come for me."

"That's what you think runt. Now that you figured out the recent murder case. We should get ready to go."

Rob got up to where the rope was tightly tied around the bed and after a few minutes he got it lose. He coiled the excess rope around his arm and it started pulling at Sam.

Sam moved closer to Rob so he didn't get strangled and beat again. Now that he was feeling a little better though he had murder and fury in his eyes.

"Everything's in the truck. Let's go."

Rob pulled at Sam's neck making him stumble. Rob was tugging him out of the room, and out of the house like a dam dog on a leash. He couldn't fight now, not until the dam knot was gone or else he might just strangle himself. Once they got to the truck he roughly pushed Sam in the passenger seat. He tied the extra length of the rope around Sam's torso and secured it behind the seat so he was pinned. He got in the driver's seat and couldn't help but stare at Sam.

"What the hell are you looking at?!" Sam spat out.

Rob had a great idea and pulled out Sam's phone. He took a couple of pictures.

"What the hell?" Sam yelled

"You think Dean would like to see what his baby brother is up to right now? I think he would."

With a smug look on his face Rob started pushing buttons and sent the two pictures he just took of Sam to Dean's phone.

"Payback is such a bitch." Rob said with enthusiasm laced in every inch of his voice.

He put the phone down and started the ignition.

"We'll be there in no time Sammy."

"It's Sam you miscreant."

Rob knew he certainly had his work cut out for him. Sam might have been small, but when backed into a corner his true fire shone out like a beacon. He didn't envy Dean right now and what he had to deal with when Sam was angry. As long as he kept Sam long enough, years from now he could learn to channel that rage into hunting full time and him and Rob would be unstoppable. With Sam doing the research then having his back? There was nothing they couldn't do. All he had to do was break him, and rebuild him with trust. It wasn't going to be easy, but he was sure it could be done. Maybe he would even kill John and Dean and force Sam to rely on him. That is what he would use Sam for on the last hunt. He would be bait for his own family.

~*SPN*~

Dean and John were currently eating. Dean had a one track mind when it came to Sam so John had to practically force him to eat. After a few bites he got a notice on his phone that he got a text message. It was from Sam's phone. He opened it and what he saw made him want to kill the nearest person. It was his Sammy in the front seat of a truck with a rope around his neck, rope around his torso securing him to the passenger seat, and his wrists were handcuffed. The message wrote 'On our way to a hunt. Wish us luck!' And Sam looked just miserable. Without warning Dean stood up, and walked away.

"Dean where are you going?!" John yelled watching Dean walk off.

He grabbed Dean's phone. He saw what was going on and got a surge of rage all his own. He ran after Dean who was currently pacing clenching his fists and muttering something under his breath. Suddenly Dean punched a brick wall with all his force, and John came up behind him grabbing his now injured hand and wrist.

"Dean are you crazy?! I can't have you breaking yourself! Rob is just trying to mess with you knowing Sam is your weakness. You can't give in to it."

Dean chuckled as John was inspecting what exactly Dean had broken in his hand/wrist.

"That's the one thing everyone gets wrong about me. When it comes to Sam he's not my weakness, he's my strength. And trust me when I say Rob isn't making it out of this alive. Not this time."

Dean took his had out of Johns grasp and headed for the car. This was war. Dean wasn't playing around. Someone was going to die, and it certainly wasn't going to be his little brother.

*Angsty chpt. I hope you enjoyed it!* ^_^