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Living Day to Day

Chapter two

"What?" Dean said looking at the doctor in disbelief. He could feel his heart pounding as it tried to break through his chest. Sam was going to die?

"I'm sorry."

Dean stood there for a few seconds in total shock. He felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room and that he couldn't breathe.

"There has to be something you can do…. some kind of operation." He said as he ran his hand through his hair trying to hold it together.

"It's inoperable…I'm sorry. There are lesions throughout his brain and attempting to remove them could kill him or leave him in a coma. I'm afraid if he goes into a coma there would be no hope for recovery."

Dean walked over to the window and looked out as his eyes welled up with tears.

"This can't be happening….. He was fine just a few days ago."

"He didn't have any sever headaches? Any nosebleeds?"

"Not that he told me about. He seemed fine." Dean turned back to the doctor and blinked back the tears. "How long does he have?" He asked.

"Oh…..I'd say three months, maybe longer, maybe not….. With this kind of tumor it's hard to say." The doctor walked over and put his hand on Dean's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know it's hard….He's a young man with his whole future in front of him and it's hard to believe in a blink of an eye it's been taken away from him…..Do you want me to tell him or do you want to?"

"I'll tell him…but not right away." Dean's face was etched with pain as he spoke.. "I want him to enjoy the time he has left."

"I understand but you really do need to tell him soon. He might have some final arrangements he wants to make and…."

"I'll tell him when the time's right." Dean interrupted the doctor. When would the time be right to tell his baby brother that he was dying Dean wondered?

"I know you don't want to hear this but …your brother will slowly get worse, he's going to eventually realize something's wrong. I can give you pills which will help with the headaches but sooner or later his headaches are going to become excruciating and the medication won't help. If that happens you need to bring him in here and we can sedate him till it's over."

Till it's over? Dean couldn't believe he was actually listening to someone tell him his brother was going to die. Stress began to build up inside of him and released the tension by slamming his fist into the mirror in the room. He winced in pain as he shook his hand and looked down at his bloody bruised knuckles.

"Put it on our bill." Dean said looking up at the doctor's shocked face. Right now all he wanted to do was to be with his brother, nothing else mattered. "I'm taking my brother out of here today."

"You can do what you like but I don't recommend it. There are still some more tests we'd like to run."

"You said there's nothing you can do…. I'm not letting him stay here and have you torture him with a bunch of tests."

"The decision is yours but I'd advise you to tell him as soon as possible …. I'll get a prescription ready for you; you can pick it up when you sign him out." The doctor handed Dean a clean white towel from the supply closet for his hand. "You should get that looked at."

Dean nodded as he wrapped the towel around his hand as he left the room.

Sam's room

Sam smiled when Dean entered his room.

"So can I get out of here?"

"Yeah, he said you could leave."

"Thank God." Sam said climbing out of bed and grabbing his clothes. He had always hated hospitals and was glad to be able to leave. "So what did he say caused it?"

Dean hesitated a few seconds trying to come up with something.

"Oh…um….. just a bad sinus infection."

"Oh…" Sam looked at Dean and could tell something was bothering him. "What's wrong with you?"

"Well for one thing you made me miss the game…" Dean said now taking the anger he felt at Sam's illness out on the least person that deserved it.

"Sorry." Sam said as he buttoned his shirt.

Dean immediately felt guilty when he saw the flash of hurt in Sam's eyes. He had just made Sam think he cared more about a dumb game then him. It was then Sam saw Dean's towel wrapped hand.

"What happened to you?" Sam asked as he reached toward Dean's hand.

Dean quickly pulled his hand away but the towel slipped off revealing his bloody bruised knuckles.

"It's nothing." Dean grabbed the towel and quickly covered his hand with it.

"Nothing? It looks like you slammed your hand into a wall." Sam looked at Dean not understanding why he wouldn't tell him how he had gotten hurt. "What happened Dean? How'd you get hurt? Your hand was fine just a few minutes ago. … You didn't get in a fight did you?"

"Sam….I tripped and fell on it, okay?"

"No it's not okay, I can tell you're not telling me the truth, now what the hell happened to your hand?"

"I said it was nothing Sam… now let's get you signed out and get the hell out of here." Dean walked out of the room leaving Sam behind. He stood at the doorway and watched Dean walk down to the nurse's station. He knew his brother was keeping something from him and sooner or later he'd find out what it was.

TBC