*Ok, I've heard what you have to say, and the monsters will be revealed during the following chapters! Thank-you everyone for your input and reviews!*

*Just have to mention that this chapter is a little dark. Not horrible just a little bit.*

~*SPN*~

Sam was in a ton of pain. What just happened? He knew he wasn't in the hospital, but he felt as if maybe he should be. The more aware he was becoming the more he was remembering what happened.

He slowly opened his eyes and peered around the room taking in his surroundings. One of the first things he realized was his shirt was off and he was wearing over-sized sweat pants.

"Hey good your awake."

Sam's eyes popped open after hearing the familiar voice. He tried to jack knife up but he felt a searing pain in his mid-section and quickly laid back down on the bed. He looked down and noticed his chest was wrapped. He then looked over at the human figure sitting by his bedside.

"I wouldn't move around too much. You did some damage when you threw yourself off the bridge."

Rob was talking to him just as Dean would if he were patching him up.

The more awake Sam was becoming, the more pain he was feeling.

"What…happened?" Sam asked trying to keep the pain at bay.

Rob folded his arms and put himself next to Sam on the bed.

"After I got the ghost you jumped off the bridge. From what I could tell you have 3 cracked ribs and a seriously sprained wrist. You're lucky the rope favored that one wrist and not both. Speaking of which, you have some burn marks on you. Mostly your torso and your wrists so those are going to be hurting for a while."
Sam slammed his head against the pillow and closed his eyes.

'aw crap. That's right.' Sam thought. Thinking back on it now it was a pretty stupid move for him to make. Granted his intention wasn't to fall off the bridge, but with the bridge being wet like it was it was no wonder he did fall off.

"It's ok though. Your ribs are wrapped, your wrist is wrapped, and I even put ointment on the burns. You should be fine in no time."

Sam opened his eyes again and looked at Rob who had a sickening smile on his smug face. Oh man what he wouldn't give to see Dean knock that smile into next year.

With a burst of adrenaline Sam propelled himself forward to attack Rob, but he was cut short when something tugged at his ankle and he ended up landing very painfully, half on the floor and half on the bed. He let out a pained yell as his whole body was yelling for relief from the position he had himself in. Suddenly he felt strong arms grab him and throw him back onto the bed.

"What the hell Sam?! You're going to undo all the work I did!"

Sam was panting from the exertion. He looked down to his ankle and noticed his right ankle was handcuffed to the bedpost.

Rob saw where Sam was looking and walked to the foot of the bed. He grabbed Sam's ankle roughly and examined it.

"Don't touch me!" Sam yelled as his ankle was being grabbed.

Rob looked at him in disbelief and shook his head.

"Look what you did! I think you have a sprained ankle now to! That's it."

Sam saw Rob move across the room and grab a length of rope. Sam tried to struggle out of the handcuff on his ankle and away from Rob, but it was futile as Rob grabbed both of Sam's wrists and tied them together painfully, not taking his damaged wrist into consideration. He then tied the remaining rope to the bedpost above Sam's head.

"I don't know why you have to be so dam stubborn! Is this what your father and brother have to deal with?"

"Not at all. I do what they ask of me because I respect them."

Rob shook his head and walked back to the foot of the bed. He took the handcuff off of Sam's foot and stepped back, just as Sam started thrashing his legs like crazy trying to get a lucky shot at Rob. Unfortunately he was expecting the attack and backed away.

Rob grabbed both of his ankles and held them down tight, once again making Sam yell out in pain.

"Now, you are going to sit still and let me look at your ankle, or else Dean gets more pictures of you, and trust me he won't like it."

Now Sam was just exhausted. He settled down.

"See? Not so hard." Rob mocked him.

Rob took Sam's right ankle and held it in his hands tight. If his ankle wasn't bruised before it will be now.

"Yeah you at least sprained it with that little move you tried there."

Rob got up and moved into the bathroom. He came out with a leg wrap, and started wrapping Sam's ankle. When he was done he grabbed the handcuffs and secured Sam's other ankle to the bedpost.

Rob was impressed. He's only met a handful of hunter's kids, and they weren't even a fraction as smart as Sam or even as tough. He could tell that once Sam got older he would be a very useful partner to have around, all he had to do was brake Sam.

He sat down on the chair he put by Sam's bedside and looked at Sam, who had his head turned towards the wall.

"You know, I was thinking and maybe in the future we could be partners."

That got Sam's attention as he whipped his head in Rob's direction.

"We will never be partners. Dean is my partner."

"Dean was your partner. See I don't think it's fair that Dean has you and your father. Hell he won't even really let you hunt with him. He doesn't see your true potential. You are so gifted and Dean just wants to keep you all to himself."

"He wants to keep me to himself, because nut jobs like YOU exist!"

Rob was amazed at Sam's audacity to talk to him like that, especially when he was the one tied up right now. He stood up and peered down at Sam. He slapped him across the face, sending Sam's head painfully to the side.

Sam didn't see the hand coming towards him until it was too late. His head snapped painfully to the side and he was seeing stars. First his brain was getting him in trouble and now it's his mouth.

He could tell his lip was split and could feel the blood oozing out. He slowly looked back towards Rob's direction, letting his bangs fall in front of his eyes. He wanted to hide behind them until Dean and his dad came to save him.

"I'm trying to help you Sam. I could have left you on that bridge and this is the kind of thanks I get? I saved your ass back there when your family…when your brother couldn't. "

Rob walked towards the other side of the room and picked something up. Sam twisted at the rope holding his hands, but it was thick and strong. It would take forever to get out of it.

"I wouldn't struggle too much."

Rob's voice caught his attention.

"You only saved my ass because you put me in the situation to begin with."

It hurt Sam to talk, but he knew if he didn't keep fighting he was going to lose.

"Where are my clothes? I'm not going to lay here while you get your kicks tying me up and hitting me."

Sam knew he had crossed a line. At the moment though all he had were his words, and dammed if he wasn't going to use them.

"Lucky for you I'm not some sick perv. Not like some of my other hunting buddies."

Sam knew now was maybe a great time for him to shut up. He turned his aching face away from Rob and back to the wall, until he heard a click. He turned back and saw Rob with his phone out.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Sending more pics to brother dearest. He likes taking care of you, let's see how he feels knowing you're in pain and there's nothing he can do about it."

Rob took more pics of Sam's injuries. Once he finished he slipped the phone in his pocket and sat down on the side of Sam's bed.

"Once your better I need you to look into another job. It's specific so it won't take as long."

"You know, maybe if you didn't use me as bait all those years ago my family would help. Hell I would have researched no problem. But now? I'm not doing a dam thing for you."

Rob shook his head. After all this Sam was still being disobedient and mouthing off to him. He then came up with an idea.

"Be right back."

With that Rob turned and left the room. Sam sagged in his bonds and closed his eyes. Tears came down from his eyes as the pain was coming in full force. He thought back to Troy and how he thought he was a horrible monster, when in actuality he really wished he was back with Troy. He REALLY wished he was back with his family. He imagined when Dean used to let him crawl into bed with him after having a nightmare or during a really bad thunder storm, or the last time when they were both at the school and Dean had fought with all his might to protect him. He would even take his dad barking orders at him, as long as he was home.

~*SPN*~

Rob knew how to control Sam. Once he was downstairs he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Dean's number.

"Sam?"

"Sorry Dean. Not Sam."

"I want to talk to him NOW!"

"You will in time, but I need to talk to you first. You see, Sam has quite a mouth on him and he just threatened to stop researching for me. Now I can beat him up until my arm falls off, oh by the way you'll be receiving pictures after this call, but I can't force him to research. Now I figure since he has so much respect for you that maybe you would talk some sense into him."

"Beat him up?! You are so dead! Just wait until I get my hands on you…"

"What the hell is it with you guys?! It's like you can't stop taking! Now listen! You are going to convince your brother to keep doing the research that he's so good at, or else I am going to sell him to a nest of vamps and let them take care of him!"

There was silence at the other end of the line. Rob knew he had him.

"I'll talk to him. Put my brother on the phone."

Rob smiled. "He's going to be on speaker phone, so I'll hear everything you have to say."

He ran back up to Sam's room with the smile still planted firmly on his face.

Sam still had his eyes closed trying to forget about where he was and what was happening to him. There were a few occasions where he would mess up on a hunt and his dad would put him on research duty for a long time. Even if Dean told him he didn't mess up, he still knew he did by his dad's reaction.

'Maybe…maybe I am only good for research. Dean would never be put in this situation. Dad only put me on researching hunts. Maybe I am just a 'tool', and maybe I am better at just being bait.'

Sam started crying. His thoughts were becoming dark. He felt utterly useless. The other hunters didn't want him because he was strong and capable, they wanted him because he was smart and only good at one thing. It was grunt work and Sam knew that, that's why no one wanted to willingly research and they kidnapped him instead. He was good at only one thing, and it landed him in hot water and in the hands of a criminally insane hunter.

He heard Rob coming through the door and stopped crying. He made his way to Sam's bedside and sat down.

Rob saw the tear stains on Sam's cheeks. He took his thumb and wiped them away, making Sam jerk his head away. He then pulled the phone out and put it close to Sam's mouth.

"Hey Sam it's big brother. " Rob said mockingly.

Sam was overjoyed.

"DEAN!"

"Sam! Sammy are you ok?"

"I'm ok."

Sam didn't want Dean to know how bad of shape he was currently in.

Rob rolled his eyes and without hesitation squeezed Sam's damaged wrist beneath the rope and beneath the wrapping. Sam couldn't help but scream.

"Don't you dare touch him!" Dean screamed.

They could both hear Dean's frantic yelling from the phone.

"Tell the truth Sam!" Rob yelled.

Sam nodded his head as tears came to his eyes once more.

"Dean. I uh…I'm a little banged up, but nothing I can't handle."

Rob let out a sigh. That's the best he was going to get out of his right now then fine.

"Dean, don't you have something to tell Sam?" Rob yelled into the phone.

"Sammy listen. I need you to do something for me ok? I need you to do the research for Rob."

Sam glared at Rob.

"Dean…I…"

"Please Sammy do this for me? Whatever research he needs done I need you to do it ok?"

Something inside Sam snapped. Dean wanted him to cooperate with Rob?!

"Why? Because that's all I'm good at? That's all you and dad ever let me do anyways! You've practically been grooming me for this moment! Never letting me hunt with you guys because I was too weak, leaving me at the hotels alone for days until you guys returned all bloody! All you guys had me do was look up hunts and leave me! If you want me to research for him then fine! I'll research for him. It's not like he kidnapped me because I'm capable of anything else!"

Rob was completely in shock and awe at how Sam had reacted. He even shuddered back a little at the outburst. That wasn't what he was expecting to come out of Sam's mouth at all.

The line was quiet. Sam was crying freely but not really making a lot of noises other than whimpering sounds. His chest was heaving in and out which hurt like a bitch at the moment.

'What the hell?' Was Rob's only thought looking at the broken teen. He was brought out of his musings when he heard Dean at the other end of the line.

"What the hell did you say to him you asshole?!"

Rob flinched and directed his attention to the phone.

"I didn't say anything to him! You were the one treating him like garbage for all these years."

Sam thought about what he said to Dean…to Dean! Oh god why did he explode like that?!

"DEAN…" Sam started to scream when Rob's hand came down firmly over Sam's mouth, making his cries muffled.

"You are so dead when I find you!" Dean yelled.

"Sorry Dean but time's up. Sam has a lot to do for me. Talk to you later."

And just like that Rob ended the call. He took his hand away from Sam's mouth.

"That was impressive. See if your brother comes to your rescue after that! He may just tell me to keep you after that performance."

"I didn't mean it…"

"Of course not." Rob pulled 2 pills out of his pocket and laid them down in front of Sam, with a water bottle in hand.

"I recommend you take these if you ever want to get any sleep. Those injuries have to hurt."

Rob shoved the pills in Sam's mouth and poured the water down his throat. Sam chocked, but he swallowed the pills.

"Now, once you wake up, I'll bring the papers in for the next hunt, and keep everything on the bed for you. I might even bring you food. Unfortunately for me your not going anywhere for a few days, so the next hunt will have to wait a little."

Rob got off of the bed and headed towards the door. Sam's vision was already swimming as exhaustion was taking over.

"By the way Sam, You're not just good at research. You're pretty good at being bait to."

With that Rob turned the lights off and left the room.

Sam was now enveloped in complete darkness, left alone with his thoughts. He had no idea what had possessed him into yelling at Dean like that.

Sam started sobbing as the pills were working and starting to pull him under into sleep. One part of his mind telling him that all he really was good at was research, and that's the only reason why his family had put up with him so long. The other part of his brain was hoping that he had another chance to talk to Dean again, even just to apologize. Also what was to become of him if his family did rescue him? Overtime would they start to trust him on hunts again? Or always see him as the screw up he is and start to use him as bait like Rob is? No way after this would his family let him on hunts, or even stay by himself for that matter. With the horrible thoughts running through his mind, he fell asleep.

~*SPN*~

To say Dean was in shock was an understatement. He couldn't believe what Sam was saying! For Sam to think all that pulled hard at Dean's heart. If he ever felt like he failed his little brother, this was it. He let the tears fall from his eyes at his brother's hurtful words, and knew he must have screwed up somewhere if that's really what Sam thought.

From a very young age Dean was Sam's protector. That was his job, and he did it without being asked. Sure his dad said to 'watch out for Sammy' every time he left, but he didn't have to. Knowing that Sam was in the hands of this maniac made Dean physically ill.

He gathered up all the information he found regarding information on the woman in white sightings. He found 3. One sighting was in Florida, one sighting was in Arizona, and the third sighting was in Springfield Illinois. He just got the information about 5 minutes before Rob called.

Springfield was about 7 hours away, Dean was determined to make it in 5. He picked up his phone and dialed his dad who was currently at the bar drinking away his guilt.

"John here."

"Dad! I think I know where Sam is. The closest woman in white sighting is in Springfield Illinois. I'm packing our things now so we can get going."

"Whoa Dean, we don't know that for sure! We can't just go running around the country! We have to wait until we can get a solid lead."

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew his father felt horribly guilty for bringing Rob into their lives to begin with, but he was currently drinking his problems away at a bar while Dean seething from his conversation with Rob and looking up ghost sightings.

"Dad I'm packing my things and I'm leaving with the impala, I can pick you up in 10minuts or leave without you, what's your choice?"

Dean was suddenly grateful he offered to drop his father off at the bar and pick him up later so he didn't drive home drunk.

"We need more information Dean! Don't do anything crazy."

"Crazy?! Crazy like bringing home a man from the bar to meet your two young sons? That kind of crazy? Like that turned out so great! I'm going to get Sam with or without you."

Dean hastily closed his phone and threw it in his bag. He was so pissed at his father. He was busy at a bar drinking his guilt away as Dean was worrying sick over his brother's life. He was done. He was going to go with his gut instinct and find his brother.

With all his clothes, gear, and files Dean climbed into the driver's seat of the impala. If his dad didn't want to help he was just going to have to bring Sammy back himself. Suddenly he felt a huge weight on his shoulders as he realized he has never went on a solo rescue mission without his father. And this wasn't just anyone he was rescuing, it was Sam. He couldn't let him down any more than he already has.

He was having second thoughts and thinking about waiting for his father, until he heard his cell phone going off. He dug deep in his bag sitting in the passenger seat. He found it and realized he had another text, from Rob.

Dean quickly opened it. He saw several pictures of a more than hurt Sam. The more he looked at the pictures of his brother hurting he couldn't help himself as he opened his car door and threw up everything that was in his stomach. The caption of the text read 'First hunt didn't go to well.'

Dean had renewed strength at seeing his brother in that condition. He swore right then and there that when he did get his little brother back home safe and sound, that they were going to be done with the hunting life for good. He would get a job, a place to live, and Stay in a safe place Sam could go to school. If his dad didn't like it than to bad. Things were quickly spiraling out of control and Dean was fed up.

While he was originally doing the research for the woman in white sightings, he never realized just how much work Sam puts into the hunts. It made his heart ache and he missed his little brother even more.

He put the impala in drive, and started for Springfield Illinois. He wasn't going to fall Sam this time.

*Dean is super mad and determined! Next chapter is hunt #2.*