*Got my first bad review for this story! The person was very polite about it. My apologies if this story isn't going places, I'll try and make it better for the coming chapters. Thanks!*

*Also I have horrible allergies that make me feel like I have a super bad cold. It's horrible. I live in CT and I know the pollen count is stupid high, but this is ridiculous.*

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It was a stressful night for Sam. He knew Rob was watching him in his sleep, and was afraid that he may just go crazy and kill him. He would only be able to sleep for about 20 minutes at a time before his anxiety got the best of him, and he would wake up just to find Rob still seated by his side with the rope in his hands. Most of the time he would be reading, other times he would be going through different papers. Either way Sam was desperately hoping that the information he gave to Dean was enough to go on, because he's sure another daring attempt at escaping was out of the question. Even though Rob seemed calm, Sam knew by the harsh treatment that he was pissed off. They had one more hunt to do then the big ceremony. Neither of which Sam was looking forward to.

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Once the sun came up Sam noticed Rob get up from where he was seated, and walk around the house putting things in the duffel. He didn't move and just pretended to stay asleep the whole time. Finally he felt a light slap to his cheek, and heard Rob's voice.

"Hey time to wake up Sam. We have a long morning ahead of us."

Sam opened his eyes and saw Rob dressed with his duffel on one shoulder and the length of rope in his free hand.

"Once we get to the truck you can have a protein bar, but I really wanna get this done and over with so come on."

Rob gave a jerk to the rope and made Sam's head bob forward. No use in fighting, Rob was going to watch him like a hawk.

Sam was hoping Rob was going to untie his ankles, but he just grabbed Sam and threw him over his other shoulder opposite the bag. If it was one thing Sam was wishing for it was for him to get older so he could get taller and wouldn't have to deal with this kind of treatment. At least if he's taller and more built he wouldn't be put in these situations to begin with, and could actually fight off the crazy bad guys and hunters right alongside his big brother. After this Sam was certain Dean and his dad would send him off to live with their uncle Bobby or Pastor Jim for good. Why would they want such a screw up in the family? Dean even made Sam give in because he didn't think he could handle the situation on his own. Maybe when he got older and stronger they would let him back in with the family, but until then there was no reason to keep him around.

The thoughts in Sam's head were becoming grimmer at the realization that he can't properly protect himself, and he would always need his family there to take care of his problems.

Finally they got to the truck, Rob plopped Sam down into the passenger seat, threw his bag into the back seat, then ran over to the driver's seat before grabbing the length of rope around Sam's neck tightly in his hands as he grasped the steering wheel. Again Sam just looked out the window at the still cloudy skies, and prayed he would spot the black impala and his family chasing after them. Right now he didn't care where they sent him, he just wanted to be away from Rob and the ritual.

The ride was met in silence as they both pulled up the front of the old house that was surrounded by more trees and bushes and a very un-kept lawn that hasn't been taken care of since the doctor was last seen.

Sam knew what was next as he noticed Rob getting out of the truck, grabbing his bag, then next grabbing Sam and again hoisting him up and over his shoulder. This treatment was really starting to piss Sam off. The only time Dean or his dad EVER did this to him was when they were playing or Sam was seriously hurt. Even then they would carry him in their arms in a soft show of affection, they would never just toss him around. The one good thing he can count on is Dean kicking this guy's ass when the time comes. Until then he was going to have to silently be pissy.

It took a few minutes to get from the truck to the living room part of the house. It was a decent sized house from what Sam could tell, this guy was a talented doctor after all. Rob put Sam down in a chair , and tied the rope from his neck to the back part so he couldn't move a lot without getting strangled.

"Ok Sam you know the routine. Draw the ghost to you and I'll capture it. Just like the other times."

"Are you sure it's even going to work? The other times it was dark out."

"What's your point?"

"Ghosts normally only come out during the night time." And also Sam was delaying this as much as possible.

Rob bent down and ruffled Sam's hair.

"Well let's try this anyway."

Rob left to somewhere in back of Sam, probably a closet of some sort, as Sam looked around the old house. It must have been beautiful in it's prime, but now it was dusty beyond belief, and different things were broken, and there were vines coming from a door down the way. That one stumped Sam. Sure this guy was a botanist, but those vines looked really creepy, and really green for something that hasn't been well taken care of for about 6 years. What the heck could be behind that door anyway? How big was that freaking plant?

Suddenly he felt the air temperature drop and the pressure change. He looked around but saw nothing. He knew the warning signs, and knew this was it. The ghost was going to show up any time now.

He heard more than saw what sounded like white noise coming from beside him, he turned his head to the side and finally saw the ghostly image of the doctor they were looking for. He looked like the typical mad scientist with the white lab coat and crazy white hair and old sorrowful expression on his face. And just like normal he heard Rob's special incantation, and the ghost was gone. Rob came into Sam's line of sight with the glowing orb in his hand.

"See Sam? Getting better and better at this. You are natural born bait."

All Sam did was shake his head as Rob placed the orb in a hex box and back into the duffel. He placed his hands on his hips and looked at Sam with a smile.

"Yup. Definitely make a good team."

Rob went to lean forward to untie Sam when he heard and felt something wiz by his head and he jumped back.

"What the hell was that?!" Rob yelled.

He leaned forward again to reach for Sam but another one came by and this time grazed Rob's arm.

"Aaaahhh!" Rob backed up and cradled his arm as blood was coming out. Sam wasn't sure what to make of it and what the hell was going on, until he heard a familiar voice.

"Get away from him now!"

Sam knew that voice anywhere, Dean found them! He couldn't help but smile as another bullet came close to hitting Rob's feet making Rob jump back and hit against the wall. Then another bullet was heard and Rob jumped back even more. Sam looked at Rob and saw how pissed off he was. Ut oh. He noticed a feral look on Rob's face as he was holding his injured arm. Suddenly he came charging like a bull towards a still tied up Sam, but last minute something shot out in front of him stopping him from coming any closer, and also heard a sickening crunch. Sam looked up to notice Dean's back was to him, and his rifle was up in the air, while Rob was on the floor panting with an extremely broken nose. Sam was more than relieved at this point.

Dean broke the man's nose, and maybe even did more damage than that. Rob was in a lot of pain and couldn't catch his breath. He threw the gun down and stalked over to Rob's fallen body and bent down.

"This is what happens to people who mess with Sam. If you wanted me for all this mess then fine. I could have lived with that. But you decided to go after my little brother, and that just doesn't fly right with me."

Without another word Dean punches him in the face, then grabs Rob and tugs him into the door with vines growing out of it. He throws him in and slams the door. He stands there for a second shaking his head, and turns to Sam. His whole demeanor changes when he sets his eyes on his little brother, and rushes over to him. He gets down on his knees, and puts his hands on Sam's face, looking up at him with glistening eyes.

"Sammy are you ok? Are you hurt?"

Tears start to come down Sam's face and he shakes his head 'no'. Dean pulls out his knife and starts cutting away at the ropes with such tenderness yet such anger. Sam knows the anger isn't directed at him, but he still hates that his big brother is feeling that because of him.

Finally the ropes fall away from his ankles and feet, Dean reaches up and unties the knot around his neck, and once he's done Sam cant help but fall from the chair and into his brother's lap while throwing his arms around his neck. He knows Dean will tease him for this later, but right now he doesn't care. He was so scared and made and frustrated all this time and even though he was able to talk to Dean on the phone at times it still wasn't the same.

Dean quickly wrapped his arms around Sam. Tears were coming down his face in pure relief. He found and saved his brother, by himself. He wasn't sure if he could do it, but he found a way. His dad's training really paid off and in the end, Sam was safe.

Both boys stayed like that for a few minutes until they broke away, but once their eyes met Dean put his hands on Sam's face again and started running his fingers threw his hair, one to have the contact and two to check for any un seen injuries in all that hair of his.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Dean asked almost crying.

"I'm ok Dean. Really. Nothing I couldn't handle."

Dean smiled. He had to be the luckiest guy ever to have a brother like Sam, and after this whole thing is done with he would have to make sure Sam knew it.

"What do you say we get out of here hu?"

"Best thing I've heard all day."

Both boys smiled as Dean scooped up Sam in his arms. Sam was hesitant at the action, but in Dean's arms he felt safe and protected and would rather be nowhere else. It was a nice change from Rob's harsh treatment.

Dean started carrying Sam out the door when they heard a loud knocking sound coming from the door Dean threw Rob in. It wasn't a desperate pounding like they would have expected, but a rhythmic knock you would hear from something that was trying to get your attention in the creepiest way possible. Dean slowly turned around and looked at the door, he knew he would have to come back once he got Sam to the safety of the impala and finish Rob once and for all, but the knocking didn't sound like it was Rob doing it.

Dean had a bad feeling as his hunter instincts kicked in. He slowly put Sam down on the ground and pushed him behind him, and pulled out his hand gun, holding it up in the air and looking for any threats.

Just then lightning and thunder were heard outside and it threatened to rain.

Dean looked around and suddenly heard slow creaking coming from the door Rob was behind. The door finally opened half way.

"Sam, go out to the car and lock the doors."

"Dean what's going on?"

"I don't know, but I have a bad feeling."

They didn't see anything coming out of the door and they were both starting to relax. That door probably hasn't been opened in years, maybe when Dean opened it, it just became loose.

Dean was backing up with Sam still behind him. Sam looked up where the vines were and noticed something odd.

"Umm Dean…There were vines there."

"What?"

"On the wall, there were vines growing there. Where did they go?"

"I didn't see any vi…"

Before Dean could finish the sentence a long strong vine wrapped around his ankle and knocked him off his feet to the ground, making him drop his weapon.

*Ok so you can thank M.J Ellsworth for this one. haha. The next chapter was all her idea I swear! And yay Dean finally found Sam! It's not over yet though.*