*I wanna do a quick warning about this chapter. Having lost a parent this was a little hard to write, but I wanted to do a back story. I wanted to warn you if you lost a parent this may trigger some things. If it's sensitive for you skip the italics. Thanks for reading!*

~*SPN*~

"Ok son, what did you come up with?"

A tall man with broad shoulders and short brown and white hair was sat next to a just as tall eighteen year old male. The kid had short darker brown hair, haunted eyes, and was frustrated and stressed beyond belief. Currently the two men were in a car driving to their next hunt. The teenager scrubbed a hand down his face, and was rustling up papers and news clippings currently resting on his lap, while the older man was driving.

"Ummm, ok ok. I believe it's a werewolf…"

"Believe it's a werewolf?! Son you have to be certain. If we go into this hunt thinking this is one creature when it's really another then we could get hurt. You have to be certain."

The younger man was sweating. His whole life he has been hunting with his father, but unfortunately being dragged all around the country and education being the last thing on the list, he couldn't read past a fourth grade reading level and was dyslexic. He struggled doing research for his father, and it would take him five times longer to read the information than a normal person his age. He didn't really want to admit any of this to his father who he worshipped, so he practiced reading every chance he got, and stayed late at night to read the information given to him. From what he gathered they were hunting a werewolf. The hearts were removed and it was only done during a full moon, and dog hairs were found on the corpse. All signs pointed to werewolf.

"I'm certain it's a werewolf dad."

The father smiled at his son.

"Good job Rob."

Rob smiled at the recognition he got. His father wasn't a very hard man, he was actually caring and gave a dam about his son. When it came to hunts he wanted his son to be ready and prepared for anything and everything.

Rob's father, Joshua Porter, loved his son. He was born into the hunting life and loved it, until he met his wife and decided to give it all up for her. Then she became pregnant with his son and he swore off hunting forever. One day a vampire with a strong grudge found them when Rob was only a baby. The bastard was feeding on Rob's mother when Joshua walked in on them, and killed him. His wife was already dead. He quickly found baby Rob crying in a hallway closet. After seeing no marks on the child he held him close and cried. The hunting life has found him and his family, and his family paid the price. He never wanted his son to grow up in this life, but he needed his son at least ready to know what was really out there, and to be able to protect himself against it. Once Rob was ten years old, he started his training.

The two men arrived at the woods. Rob knew everything about tracking, weapons, and fighting. Those are what he excelled at, especially hand to hand combat. He was precise and even took his dad down when they practiced. What he lacked in reading he made up for in other ways that were crucial to the mission at hand.

They got the weapons out of the truck. The machete, the guns with silver bullets, brass knuckles made of pure silver, and other odds and ends. They had to be prepared.

The two men walked in the woods following the werewolves paw tracks. They were hard to see, but Rob had a keen eye and paid close attention. His father was practically running trying to catch up to him. Finally Rob stopped at a tree, and went deadly quiet. Joshua knew that look on Rob's face, he found the lair. They were both staring at an open cave, and outside of that cave was a small fire pit, unlit but obviously used. The two men snuck on either side of the cave, and took their positions. Hey both figured that since it was daytime the man was inside sleeping. Whether he was sleeping in wolf state or man state, he could be killed with a silver to the heart.

The two of them entered the cave, Joshua went in first with Rob trailing behind him, both had their guns out and ready. What they saw when entering the main cave room was not what they were expecting, they saw an empty bed off to the side, herbs lining the wall drying, and in the middle of the room? A huge caldron hanging over a lit fire. Both men stopped and looked at each other.

"What the hell?" Joshua whispered to Rob.

"This looks like a witch lives here."

Both men froze.

"Rob, run!"

Before either one of them could move, they were both tugged hard into the cave by an invisible force, and slammed hard into the back of the cave. They both looked at each other and started to draw their weapons, when they heard a laugh coming from the mouth of the cave. They both looked up and saw her. An old witch, one that was very stereotypical with the ugly nose, wart, and long white hair. She laughed and pointed at the guys as their weapons went flying across the room.

She started slowly walking over to them, both guys frozen in fear. They were in the grasps of an apparently powerful witch, and now were weaponless.

She approached them, and started to smell them and smiled.

"I like your scent hunters. Smells of fear. I don't get many hunters around here. This is a treat."

She turned her attention towards Rob who was trying to back away, but he was already up against the wall.

"Don't go near him!" Joshua shouted trying to get her attention away from his son.

The witch didn't listen as she got closer to Rob. Suddenly she pulled out an old dagger. She went to stab Rob in the heart, but missed completely as Joshua threw his entire body over his son's, and took the fatal blow in his side.

Rob looked at the dagger still in his father's side, and looked into his eyes.

"Dad?"

"Kill her son….Kill her and get away."

Rob looked in his father's eyes, and watched as the light faded away, and his dad took his last breath.

Rob couldn't believe it. His father was dead. He was dead because of him.

Suddenly he saw red. Nothing else mattered but to avenge his father's death. He took the dagger out of his father, and just looked at it. Seeing his father's blood was his breaking point.

Rob looked at the witch who still had a smirk on her face. He started walking towards her, with her dagger in his hands. She looked at him and flicked her wrist towards him. She was sorely disappointed when he didn't move anywhere.

Her smirk faltered as he came closer with the dagger in hand.

"Doesn't work when I have something that belongs to you hu? You're not as powerful as you think then."

Rob jumped forward and stabbed the witch right in her heart. He looked into her eyes as he lowered her to the floor, and twisted the knife for good measure. Once he was positive she was dead, he took the dagger out and looked at it. He wiped the blood off, and turned around to where his dad was lying on the ground. He put the knife away in the waist band, and walked over to his dad.

Everything was hitting him. His father, his best friend, was dead. Dead because of him. He took all his anger and grief and hoisted his father on his shoulder. He was determined to give him the hunter's funeral he deserved.

Rob carried his father to the car. He was going to burn him, but then an idea came to his mind. Maybe he could bring him back. He quickly went to an empty field, dug up a grave, put his father in, and buried him. He made a makeshift cross, and put it at the head of the grave. He kneeled, and cried.

Months later Rob was ready. He reluctantly studied with a hoodoo priest and learned about bringing people back from the dead. The only stipulation was the hoodoo community was to be left untouched by the hunter, and if it brought his father back from the dead, he would oblige and not kill any of the hoodoo members.

At midnight Rob was at his father's grave with the necessary objects and talismans he needed. He said the spell, did everything he was taught to perfection, and now all he had to do was wait for his father to rise.

Thirty minutes passed and Rob was thinking it didn't work. Maybe the priest was full of crap. Then finally he saw a hand reach out of the grave as a lightning bolt hit the ground, sending Rob flying backwards onto his back, and knocking him out.

Rob woke up feeling small drops of rain on his face. His head was pounding, but he remembered his main objective, and remembered the hand. He was more than excited that it worked and he was about to see his father again. He bolted upwards, and wasn't ready for what he saw. His father was a skeleton, with loose hanging muscle, tissue, flesh, and had one kind of good eye.

Rob jumped up and moved backwards from sheer fright. This creature wasn't, couldn't be his father. He quickly pulled out his gun and pointed it at the skeletal figure standing before him. Tears started running down his face.

"What the hell are you?!"

The skeleton smiled eerily and reached out one of its hand.

"I'm your father. It worked son. You brought me back." The voice was of his father which creeped him out even more.

Rob's mouth hung open and the gun in his hand wavered.

"No! You can't be him! You're NOT my father!"

"This is what I can back as. This is what YOU brought me back as."

Rob was speechless. He was positive he did everything correctly, just as the priest had taught him. This thing before him was not his father.

"Oh god what did I do." It was more of a statement than a question. "You're not him. You may be in his body, but you're not him."

The skeleton kept smiling, and slowly descended its hand to its side.

"Smart boy." The voice changed to a deep haunting tone putting the hunter on edge.

The skeleton started moving towards Rob.

"Stop! Please just, just bring back my father and I'll let you live! I'll do anything." The last part was a whisper.

"Your father is gone. He's never coming back."

Rob stepped forward and shot at the being. He missed a couple times due to the fact that it was mostly a skeleton, but eventually he started hitting the bones. It wasn't enough to kill the creature, but enough to slow it down. Finally he came up to it, and thrust the old witch's dagger in the only flesh part still remaining on the bones. He didn't know if it was going to work, but right now he didn't care if he lived or if he died.

The old dagger which killed his father the first time around did the same trick the second time around. He looked into the skeleton's good eye, and hated that he saw a glimpse of his father.

"Son, why?" The skeleton said in his father's voice.

Rob closed his eyes as tears came through, and with a powerful thrust he pushed the creature backwards into the ground, and it turned to dust with the old dagger laying on the ground.

Rob bent to his knees again and cursed the supernatural world. Sure it was the witch who had done his father in, but after re-reading the old papers and articles a hundred times over, he saw his mistake. There was one mention that an old woman was seen at one of the scenes and the person described her as a 'witch', but where the word 'witch' was he read 'were,' and with the other documents at hand figured it was 100% werewolf. If only he had known how to read properly he would have seen the word' witch' and maybe been better prepared.

He tore up all the documents in a fit of rage. His father was twice dead because of him. After a few weeks of drinking he went to a few night school classes. He wanted so badly to make this right, he was determined to cope with his reading problems and learn how to bring his father back. It was a challenge, but finally he was able to read better. Not perfect, but better. He needed to make this right.

~*SPN*~

Rob woke up with a start from where he was seated at his desk in his chair. He looked around the dark room and noticed it started raining hard, with thunder and lightning as well. He blinked his eyes and rubbed his hands down his face. He started having the nightmares again. He didn't know if that was a bad sign or a good sign, but he hoped for good. He took his hands away from his face and saw a whisky bottle sitting next to him. He took a few good swigs from it and started to get angry again. It wasn't fair that the Winchester's were able to live a happy life while his saint of a father was gone. It wasn't fair that he was alone when Sam and Dean had each other, and they had their father. It wasn't fair that John allowed his boys to still attend school and properly learn when he still struggled to just read. It wasn't fair that Sam was so smart AND a hunter. He decided he was going to lash out on the only people he could. He picked up Sam's phone and dialed Dean's number while taking another couple swigs from the bottle. He told himself not to drink so much, but after the nightmare he couldn't help it.

It only rang a couple times before he heard Dean's raspy tired voice pick up on the other end.

"Yeah?"

"Dean…it just…it isn't fair!"

Rob started crying. This was a drunken panic induced phone call. Usually he could pull himself together, but tonight was one of those bad nights.

"Ok calm down, what isn't fair?"

"You have your dad who's strong! You have your brother who's smart! And they have you who would do anything for them! When I open the portal I'm not sparring you! I'm only letting Sam live and my father…that's it!"

"Rob let's talk about this. First I want to make sure Sam is alright and not hurt then we could talk."

"Sam? Sam is fine! You wanna talk to Sam though? Fine I'll let you talk to Sam for the last time."

Rob was infuriated that Dean wanted to talk to Sam. Did he think he hurt him? All he did this whole time was protect him. He gulped down more whisky and started up the stairs.

"No Rob don't! Don't go near Sam while you're in this state of mind!"

"You brought this upon yourself Dean!"

Rob quickly but messily unlocked Sam's door. He stepped inside the room while still on the phone with Dean who was currently screaming in his ear not to go near Sam. But once he got inside the room he realized that the bed was empty. He wasn't expecting the heavy chair to come crashing over his head, and he was out like a light.

~*SPN*~

Sam was behind the door falling asleep. He heard crashes of lightning and the rain coming down hard and hopped it was enough to keep him awake until Rob checked on him in the morning.

His adrenaline started to rush when he heard shouting. It was Rob shouting at someone but he couldn't hear the other person. He was brought out of his stupor when he heard Rob's angry footsteps up the stairs. He seriously needed to bring this chair down on him hard if he was going to get away.

Sam stood up and positioned the chair so he could deliver a nasty blow to the head. It was now or never, and the fact that Rob sounded angry and upset didn't help his nerves.

The door opened up, and Sam took his aim and was actually able to brake the chair over Rob's head. Once he crashed to the floor he knew he had to make his escape. Before running out of the room he saw his phone on the carpet was lite up and 'Dean' was on the screen. He also heard his brother's angry rants. Sam quickly picked up his phone, ran out of the room, closed and locked the door, and ran downstairs. He knew he needed to find a weapon. He started looking around the dark house and quickly put the phone up to his ear, he heard his brother shout 'Don't even think about touching my brother!' When he started speaking.

"Dean! Dean it's me!"

Dean went quiet on his part and his whole misdemeanor changed.

"Sammy are you alright?! Rob didn't hurt you did he?"

"No I'm ok. I escaped the cuffs and hit him over the head with a chair when he came into the room. He's locked in the room upstairs."

Sam knew he was in the kitchen and quickly found the knives.

"Good job Sam! Listen I'm in Springfield, I need you to tell me where you are!"

Sam looked out the window but all he could see was rain, and even when the lightning flashed all he saw were trees.

"Dean I don't know! There's only trees around."

Sam heard a noise from upstairs and looked up. Crap.

"Dean I think Rob's awake!"

"Ok. Go outside and look for a house number, anything!"

Sam didn't want to go out in the rain, but knew he had to. Fortunately the house number was right there on the outside of the house.

"It says '147' on the house, but I don't know what street or anything. Dean what do I do?"

"Ok listen. Grab a weapon, and as much as I don't want you to, go out in the rain and walk through the trees. I don't want you to stop until you find a town or get to the nearest house. I'm going to be in the car and driving around looking for you."

"Ok. Ok."

Sam had found a butcher knife and was currently holding it.

"Dean wait! I can't talk on the phone while I'm outside the rain will ruin it. I don't want to hang up."

A tear came down Sam's face at the idea of hanging up the phone.

"Sammy listen. Keep the phone in a dry place and call me as soon as you can ok?"

"Ok. Ok."

"Sam, be careful."

"I will Dean."

Neither brother wanted to hang up, but knew they had to. Sam pressed the red end button, and put the phone in his jacket pocket. He held the knife close to him, and was going to start outside when there was a flash of lightning and something caught his eye. He walked over to Rob's desk, and looked at what was on it. He pulled out his phone again for light, and gasped.

"Oh my god, this is…this is dark magic."

Sam opened the old book and looked. The words weren't in English, but all he had to do was look at the pictures and symbols.

"This is extremely dark magic. Rob you have no idea what you're getting into."

"SAM YOU BETTER GET BACK HERE AND LET ME OUT!"

Sam jumped at hearing Rob's loud voice coming from the bedroom upstairs. He also heard loud banging and realized Rob was trying to break his way through the door. At the rate he was going he was going to succeed.

Sam pocketed his phone, grabbed the knife, and scooped up the book. If Rob didn't have the book then he didn't have the spells, and he couldn't perform the ritual. Now if only he could get to Dean before Rob escaped and got to him.

Sam took a deep breath, and ran out into the raging storm.

*I have work sat until 2:30, I really want to get the next chapter out then!*