*Hi guys! My body is acting against me. I've had a cluster migraine for like 3 days and my stomach has been acting up for like a week. Plus I've been lazy and reading other people's fanfiction stories while I recuperate.

~*SPN*~

To say Rob was pissed was an understatement. The kid who always had to have his big brother around for protection was sure beating the shit out of him every chance he got. John and Dean were training the kid well, and if could take down a big guy like Rob without any help, then he really hopes everything works out in his favor so Sam, or at least Sam's body will be on his side. Maybe if he has Sam on his side then Dean and John will cooperate, if he lets the two older Winchester's live that is. But first he had to take care of the problem at hand. The little bastard got the drop on him and he currently had a very large gash on the side of his head due to a freaking chair. Not to mention Sam was able to close and lock the door before he could get his barring's and go after him. Wait….and the dam phone's missing! Crap! Rob tried banging on the door and threaten the kid, but by now he was sure he ran out into the blaring storm to escape. He may be a small kid, but he was wiry. He needed to get to Sam before he got to Dean or else he would have to wait even longer to get his mission accomplished. Fortunately for him, tracking is what he excelled at. He just had to get out of the room and the kid was as good as his. With all his strength he kicked and punched at the locked door, putting all his strength behind it. Finally he splintered the door, and was able to make his escape. Pounding headache be dammed. Once he got Sam back his house, and possibly tied up in a cage of some sort, he could nurse his wounds. He should have known better than to underestimate Sam, and he's done it way to many times now. He wasn't as dangerous or big as Dean, but he was smart, and used it to his full advantage.

Rob composed himself after tearing his way through the door. He staggered downstairs and needed to plan what he was doing next.

The electricity was out but he didn't really need it anyway. He knew his house like the back of his hand. He traveled to the living room to look for some rope when he noticed something, the book was gone. THE book was gone. Rob looked all over the floor and the room before figuring Sam must have took it with him when he left. Son of a bitch. He needed that book. That book was one of a kind and had the sigils in it he needed to do what he needed to get done. And dam it if Sam is out in the freaking rain storm ruining his book, which he was sure was the case.

The realization that the book he needed was ruined just made his madder. Oh yeah, he was going to make sure Sam paid. It was good luck that he had the sigils he needed from the book laying around the house from him practicing to draw them or else Sam would be dead.

He grabbed what he needed, threw it all in his water proof duffel, and headed out into the storm.

~*SPN*~

Sam hated being wet. His to long hair was plastered to his face and annoyed the hell out of him. Either way he had to ignore it and keep moving, which was hard considering his sneakers were getting stuck in the swamp like surroundings and it was making him more walk than run. At this point he wasn't even sure if he still had his sneakers on. He did feel the weight of the spell book in his hand, and he knew it was ruined. That's what he wanted. Rob couldn't use the spells. Sam took one last look at the book, deciding it was completely destroyed he threw it as hard as he could into the blackness. He thought it had hit a tree, but because of the heaviness of the rain and the darkness he had no clue. He also had no clue as to where he was going. He was freezing, and the pills were kicking his ass, and he wanted to pass out and sleep. Maybe he would be able to continue in the morning, after the rain was done and the darkness lifted.

He decided to look for a tree, a log, preferably a cave to rest in and shield him from the elements. He continued on his way letting the lightning be his guide. This was the one time he was thank-full for the extreme weather condition, although it didn't make him jump any less when he heard or saw the lightning and thunder.

After a while the drugs he was given earlier was kicking in and his adrenaline was dwindling. If he didn't find a place to sleep soon he was going to pass out. Finally he noticed a huge tree with thick full braches, and quickly went to sit under it. The fullness of it made the rain ease down, but Sam could still feel the droplets falling heavy on his head, and could still hear the rain fall all around him. He knew he couldn't continue on like this. He was too tired and couldn't continue running, He sat down, pulled his legs up to his chest, and took out the cell phone. He was happy to see it wasn't damaged, but there was only one way to find out. Quickly he dialed Dean's number who picked up on the first ring.

"Sam! Do you know where you are?!"

"There's too many trees and I don't think I'm near a road…Dean I'm too tired to keep running, I'll continue in the morning I swear! But I can't see anything."

Sam waited a few seconds for Dean to respond.

"Dean?"

Sam looked at the phone and saw the screen was all messed up. Dam it! Water must have gotten in and short circuited it!

Sam in frustration threw the phone as hard as he could. He had no phone to reach his family, he was cold, wet, and exhausted. He drew his legs closer to his body, wrapped his arms around himself, and started crying. He had no idea how far into the woods he went, and even if he turned back he wouldn't even know where back was. So he decided for right now, to sit under the large tree, pull himself together a little, and fall asleep, hoping Dean would somehow find him. If not he was to make a brake for it once the sun hit the sky. Even if it was still raining, at least he would be able to see, and at least Rob was locked in the room. With that thought, he closed his eyes, and shakily fell asleep.

~*SPN*~

Rob didn't mind the rain. He didn't so much like to be caught in this insane rainstorm, but the kid gave him no other choice. Flashlight in hand he easily found and followed Sam's boot impressions, and just as he suspected they were becoming staggered. The kid was tired. A grin came over Rob's face and he became somewhat happy at the fact that he again had control over the situation, and once he got his hands on Sam he needed to work extra hard on keeping him restrained. After all there was one hunt to go before the final showdown.

It took some time, but finally Rob found what he was looking for. Nestled under a tree in an incredibly tight ball, was Sam. The remaining anger from before was slowly washing away as the situation was becoming more and more in his control. Even the rain was slowing down.

Rob put the backpack on the muddy floor and pulled out a length of rope. The kid was asleep and was being caught off guard, this won't be too hard. Just had to tie his wrists and carry him the rest of the way.

He slowly walked up to Sam's form and took him in. The kid was a mess. Somehow he would have to get him to shower in the morning, but now he had to get him back to the house. Once Rob went to grab for Sam something big and thick came across his head making him fall backwards and yell out in pain. The act caught him completely off guard and wondered who the hell else could possibly be there with him, but when he grabbed his flashlight and looked up at the person responsible, he saw Sam with a huge tree branch in his hands, standing as if he were about to hit a baseball. Rob couldn't help but smile, Sam sure was full of surprises. Next time he talked to Dean he would have to commend him about his training.

Rob slowly stood up and took in Sam who he could tell was scared yet ready to strike at the slightest movement on Rob's part.

"You think I would fall asleep without a weapon in my hand then you're dumber than I thought."

"Hey Sam. Why don't you put that stick away? We can talk about this like civilized adults."

"You want a civilized adult? Well this civilized adult destroyed your precious dark spells book. Now you have no way to perform the ritual."

Rob sighed. He figured that's exactly what happened and he was right. Fortunately he had the sigils, the rest he could figure out somehow.

"How do you think this is going to end? You going to kill me Sam?"

Sam shook his head.

"No. I'm going to knock your brains in and get out of the dam woods. Whether you live or not is up to you. Come any closer and I will swing."

Rob let out a chuckle and smiled, the flashlight still trained on Sam.

"You think I'm going to make it that easy for you?"

Without warning Rob shined the light in Sam's eyes, and made a running tackle, making Sam fall hard to the ground and getting the wind knocked out of him. He quickly opened his eyes when he felt a pressure on his legs and saw Rob, who was sitting on his legs, with the flashlight in one hand and rope in the other. Sam tried one last attempt to break free by grabbing the knife he stashed away and making an attempt to stab Rob, but Rob seeing the attack last minute, grabbed his hand in a death grip making his yell out in pain and he ended up dropping the knife. Before he knew it the rope was tied around his wrists. He felt the pressure of Rob get off his legs, and couldn't do much but look up at him threw the rain. He was almost positive he also hit his head on a small rock considering the trees and night sky was spinning. Ok maybe a bigger rock than he previously thought. Quickly he felt himself being lifted off the ground, and pulled over Rob's shoulder. His legs were pinned by one arm so badly he was sure they would bruise.

~*SPN*~

After Rob flung Sam over his shoulder he picked up his duffel and flashlight with ease. Victory bells were ringing in his head as he carried the boy's small struggling body back to the house. Even walking in the cold rain he knew he had won. Sam was smart and fast, but Rob had weight and height on his side.

Rob took his time getting back to the house. He liked the feeling of the rain coming down and made him feel alive.

Once they entered the house Rob could hear Sam's words.

"You son of a bitch let me go!"

With that Rob dropped his duffel and flashlight on the floor, then tossed Sam onto the couch. He reached over and turned on the oil lamp he always kept, and looked at Sam who was an even part of pissed off and tired. At least the rain on the way back seemed to wash the dirt off him and his hair.

Without taking his eyes off Sam he grabbed the other two pieces of rope, and lunged at him. He quickly tied the boy's ankles together and just like when they first arrived tied the other end into a noose and put it on Sam's neck. That made Sam stop squirming and fighting. God how he loathed that dam noose around his neck like he was a dog, and this time it was tighter. He reached up and tried to grab at it with his bound wrists, but the knot was impossible to be loosened. Maybe if his hands were free, but not now.

The next thing to come to Sam's mind was of how pissed off Rob must be. He did hit him, twice, once with a chair and once with a huge stick. And locked him in that room, and took the cell phone. Now that things seemed to slow down Sam looked up at Rob. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but Rob with the rope end in his hand just sat down next to Sam. They looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Your family taught you well. I'm impressed. A bit worse for ware, but impressed. I am however NOT amused."

Rob tugged at the rope around Sam's neck and he gave out a small cry at the harsh treatment.

"Rest assured I am NOT letting my defenses down again. Tomorrow morning we are going to the house of the doctor, and we are collecting the spirit. Now as for the book, I'm really not happy about that. One of a kind ya know? Fortunately for me I practiced the sigils so I have them around here somewhere. The rest I can figure out. Or you can figure out. Either way the days are numbered."

Rob gave another harsh pull of the rope and Sam closed his eyes as tears came down his face. He couldn't talk, hell it was getting hard to breath. He tried keeping his fingers between the noose and his neck, but it wasn't helping much.

"You are going to sleep. I am going to watch you until the sun comes up, and then we will get the show on the road. Now lie down."

Sam was actually exhausted. There was no way he wanted to sleep as long as he was in the current situation. One thing that scared Sam worse than someone in hysterics, was a calm person who should be flying off the handlebars mad and wasn't. He slowly and carefully laid down on the couch while watching Rob, who positioned himself with the rope in hand on a chair next to the couch. He closed his eyes, and wished for Dean and his dad.

~*SPN*~

Earlier…

Dean yelled into the phone as it went dead. Once he heard no noises he slammed it hard against the dash board. The rain was coming down hard outside, and he was hoping the phone died because of the weather and not because of Rob.

Once he got Sam's call he immediately got into the impala and started driving. Where he was driving he had no clue, all he knew was Sam was out there in this horrible storm with a lunatic after him and there was nothing he could do about it.

Not wanting to leave the car he decided he was going to sleep there for the night, and once the sun rose in the morning he was to continue looking for his brother. He figured to start at the doctor's house since that's where it seemed he was headed next. The paperwork he found on the guy was deserted back at the motel, but that didn't matter since everything was already still packed and in the car. He knew if he heard from his brother again he didn't want to waste time by packing to go and get him.

Dean threw a hand over his tired eyes, and finally drifted off to sleep. Ignoring the 42nd time his father has called him.