*Just a reminder: No beta, and no sleep. haha*

Dean put on his grey t-shirt and black pants that he brought in with him. He was running the towel on his hair as an attempt to dry it, when he suddenly was on alert. Something didn't feel right. He threw the towel down on the bathroom floor and listened for any sign of Sam in the room…nothing. It was horribly silent. To silent.

He opened the bathroom door all the way and what he saw made him freeze in place. Rob was sitting on the bed, but at first glance it didn't look like Rob. Didn't even look human. His hair was beyond messy, his clothes were ripped and shredded, he had leaves and twigs in his hair and on his arms with dirt on his face and body, and he had this eerie feel about him, especially since there was no smile on his face.

"Hello Dean." Rob said in a monotone voice.

"Where's my brother?"

"Your brother is safe."

Rob quickly takes a gun out from behind him and points it at Dean.

"How the hell are you alive?"

Dean could tell there was something off about Rob, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out what it was.

"Fortunately for me, I know enough magic to keep myself alive. At least for a little bit. That plant really did me in. My last dying breath was a hoodoo spell to reanimate myself in a way, and once I perform a certain ritual I'll be able to take a different host."

"Different host?"

"That's where you come in. See? Technically I'm dead. Well I'm more like a breathing zombie. But with your help, I will live again. I'll take over your body, and my father can take over your brother's body. I don't have the strength to just rebuild his body now, so you and your brother will be ideal hosts. You're both strong, capable, young and good looking. Me and my father will take over the world, in your bodies, and then we will have control of the world."

"Listen! This whole thing is crazy! I mean look at you, your dead! A spell is keeping you alive! If you would have just died then your soul would have moved on and you would be at peace. You're stuck here!"

"I'm not ready to leave this world just yet. I have unfinished business."

Rob sat up from the bed.

"Now we're going to get in the truck, and you are going to drive us to the ritual spot. I have everything we need."

"Where's Sam? I swear to god if you hurt him…"

"Sam's already safe in the truck. Now hurry up if you wanna see him again."

Dean was pissed. This dam guy memorized hoodoo spells and was barely hanging onto this earthly plan by a thread.

He walked out of the motel room first as Rob slowly followed him. First thing he saw was brown hair leaning on the passenger side window. He wanted to run to him when Rob jammed the gun into his back.

"Get in the driver's seat."

Dean slowly got into the driver's seat as Rob got into the back bench. First thing he Dean was put his hand on Sam's chin and lift his face. He was out cold with a big bruise starting to form on his face, and his hands were tied messily in the front. Dean felt the gun at his head.

"He's alive." Rob throws the keys on the floor in the front, then points the gun at Sam. "Start driving where I tell you. If you try anything your brother gets a bullet in the leg."

Dean bent over and got the keys, started the truck, and pulled out into the road. If the gun was pointed at him then sure, he could have come up with a plan, but at the moment the gun was pointed at Sam all bets were off. Then Rob put the gun up to the kid's head and started stroking the gun in his hair. It was hard for Dean to keep an eye on the road and his kid brother.

"Don't you touch him!"

"Easy Dean. I'm just trying to decide which one of you I want to become. You know what, I change my mind. Maybe I'll let my dad have you and I'll become Sam. I like his hair better."

Dean went to make a move but Rob saw it coming. Rob quickly pulled Sam's hair back with his free hand and put the gun under his chin.

"I could kill him and reanimate him Dean. Is that what you want? Keep driving."

Dean didn't have a choice but to look away from his brother and back onto the road. If anything he had to get Sam out of this predicament. He wishes now more than anything that his father was there backing him up. He should have called him the second he safely got Sam back to the motel room, even just to tell him what had happened, or so he knew where they were. Dean horribly missed the days when they were a team, but right now he knew It was him and Sam.

~*SPN*`

Dean drove to a secluded section of the woods that's closed after dark, but there were several flood lights in the area reserved for people who had reserved spots to camp. It wasn't 'camping season,' but the lights were still on, which gave them enough light to see where the heck they were going.

Rob got out of the car first with a large duffel slung over his shoulder, walked over to the passenger side where Sam was still knocked out, and roughly yanked Sam out and held the gun on him.

"Ok Dean you're going to walk in front of us, and if you even think of doing anything just remember I have Sam."

Dean nodded and slowly got out of the car. He started walking while Rob dragged a still un-conscience Sam like a rag doll. Every now and then he would look behind for reassurance that he wasn't hurting him, but also for the connection. One time he looked behind him once he heard a whimpering noise followed by a groan and the men stopped walking. Dean turned around to make sure Sam was ok and Rob was adjusting his hold.

"OW…God….De…?"

Sam opened his eyes slowly. He saw Dean and without thinking tried to run to him, but he was quickly grabbed by his hair by Rob and Sam let out a painful yelp as fingers tangled in his hair and pulled hard.

"Aaahh!"

"Don't you hurt him!"

Dean went to move forward but stopped suddenly when he heard the click of the gun, and saw said gun settled at Sam's temple.

"Keep moving Dean. The sooner this is over the better it'll be for everyone."

Dean made eye contact with Sam trying to calm his nerves. He could tell he was scared and every instinct in his body was yelling at him to be by his brother's side and comfort him, but he couldn't do that now and It was driving him nuts.

"It's ok Sammy."

Sam nodded, and tried to keep a brave front up for Dean, although he could tell he was terrified.

Dean reluctantly turned back around and continued walking. With the knowledge that his brother was in the hands of a mad man, he had to formulate a plan and quick, before they reached wherever they were going, and Rob could do what ever he was planning on doing.

Finally Dean came to a clearing and paused. The wind started to pick up around him and he could hear thunder in the distance. The air was thick and his hunters' instincts were screaming to him to leave or fight, which unfortunately he could do neither at this point . He could tell as a mere human that this was a place that shouldn't be occupied by anyone that wasn't supernatural.

He was brought out of his thoughts listening to Sam's whimpers behind him. He turned around and saw Rob dragging Sam by the hair into the forbidden space. Obviously Sam could feel the same thing Dean did and tried to get away from it.

"Rob you don't understand! This place is evil!" Sam finally said.

"It's not evil you brat! It's where magic meets. Think of it as a place where two dimensions collide into one."

"This place feels wrong!" Sam shouted.

Rob threw Sam on the ground. Dean wanted to run to him so badly, but with Rob still having the upper hand, he stood frozen in place.

Rob knelled down, pulled out a long piece of rope, and threw it by Sam. Next he grabbed Sam's bound wrists and cut them free.

"Tie Dean to that tree over there."

Rob pointed to a gnarled old dead tree behind where Dean was standing.

Sam looked at Dean but once he did he could feel the barrel of the gun pressed on his temple.

"No! Sammy it's ok. Really it is."

Rob pulled the gun back a little. Sam slowly got up, grabbed the rope and walked towards Dean. But once he got to him he threw himself into Dean and Dean quickly wrapped his arms around Sam's shaking body. He looked up and gave Rob a death glare saying 'this isn't over.'

Dean knelled down and pulled Sam away so he could look at him. The kid had tears coming down his face. Dean took his fingers, lifted his chin and looked at the angry mark that Rob gave him to knock him out when he found them at the motel room. Another fail on Dean's part.

"Sammy, whatever happens, I'm sorry. I should have protected you better. Because I failed, you got hurt. I'll try and get us out of here, but if the occasion comes up, run as fast as you can ok?"

"I'm not leaving you Dean."

"Sammy listen. Even if I become possessed, I want you to run. I want you to run and find dad. Tell him to give you a normal life, and I'll try to fight the evil that gets in my body. But you run if you get the chance ok?"

Sam nods as tears fall down his face. Dean takes his thumb and wipes them away.

"Ok brotherly bonding is over with. Sam hurry up we don't have all night." Rob yelled out.

"It's ok Sammy, really."

Dean stands up and walks up to the old tree. He puts his arms behind him and Sam starts tying his wrists together. Rob quickly walks up to them and tests the knot.

"Not too bad."

Rob grabs Sam's arm and drags him over to another tree that's facing Dean's. He's trying to fight him, but he's still weak compared to Rob's large frame. Rob grabs Sam and throws him hard against the tree, making Dean struggle with his bonds in hopes of escaping.

Rob secures Sam's arms behind the other old tree and ties it tight. The brothers look at each other and each could tell what the other was thinking.

Dean could tell Sam was mortified and was trying to calm him with silent messages. They were always able to talk without using words.

Rob got to work quickly with the rest of the preparations. He took out the three hex boxes, and carefully put one glowing orb a couple feet away from Dean, one glowing orb a couple feet away from Sam, and the third further down making a perfect triangle. Next he started to draw the sigils from random pieces of paper he managed to find around his study. The spells and chants were gone, but he knew some of it by heart trying to read it over and over again until he got it. Even though his reading was bad, he studied hard and practiced with that book to where he was almost certain he had it memorized. Right now though he didn't have a choice. His and his father's lives were depending on it. Not to mention they were about to become the most powerful father son team this earth has ever seen once he opens the portal and has complete control over it.

Once he was done he admired his handy work. He prepared years for this moment, and he was positive it was going to work. The boys stayed silent through this whole thing. Dean trying to twist out of the bonds and Sam trying to think of a logical thing to say to convince Rob this was a beyond bad idea.

Rob grabbed a knife and slowly walked up to Sam. He bent down so he was eye level, and grabbed his chin so he would look him in the eye.

"Don't you touch him!" Dean yelled, but Rob ignored him, and continued to look at Sam.

He put the knife under the boys throat menacingly.

"Yeah. I think you'll be my new body. So smart. Just so dam smart I won't know what to do with myself. Who knows I might even get into an Ivy League school."

Rob let go of Sam and walked over to Dean, and if looks could kill Rob Porter would be 6 feet under in no time flat. He got up close to Dean's face, almost examining it.

"You will hold my father's body. Strong, protective of the one's you love, devoted, and one hell of a hunter. Of course you can't even properly protect your little brother from the likes of me, so that's one downfall. But don't worry, my father would never let anything happen to me."

"You asshole! You really think this is what your father wants? For you to be a kidnapping murdering bastard? If he were alive right now what would he think?"

"Well he's not alive right now! Well not yet." Rob moved away from Dean and stood at the third orb that made the triangle. Dean and Sam locked eyes and tried to draw strength from each other.

As Rob could be heard chanting the wind picked up, thunder became stronger and they could feel it start to drizzle. Both boys worked hard at their bonds, but the rope was too thick.

Rob had finished the spell. He started to walk over to Sam with the dagger in his hand.

"What are you doing?!" Dean yelled above the wind.

"The first part is done! I just need to mix our blood and my soul will transfer into Sam's body. After that I'll summon my dad, and open the portal."

Rob sliced Sam's arm making him bleed and cry out.

"NOOO!" Dean yelled.

Rob started slicing his own arm, when he heard a voice call out to him.

"Robert Joshua Porter put that dagger down right now!"

Rob stopped what he was doing, and turned around. he almost sounded like a child when he uttered the word that came out of his mouth.

"Dad?"

*Ok guys, I believe there's one more chpt. after this one!*

*BTW, I don't think I can wait the 5 months for S.12!*