Chapter Four
"You're not a match," Sam mumbled still staring off into space.
Dean sat up looking at Sam intently, "and you . . ."
". . . I am." Sam said finally looking at his brother. Taking a deep breath, Sam repeated himself with both trepidation and wonder in his voice. "I am."
"I . . ." Dean started but then stopped as he wasn't sure what to say. He had been so sure that something like this couldn't happen without his father knowing. He had been so sure that this was just the delusion of a desperate mother. He looked over at Sam who looked just as shell-shocked as he felt. "They're sure?" he asked.
It took a minute for Sam to realize that Dean had spoken to him. His mind was whirling at a speed too fast to focus on one individual thought. "Uh," Sam struggled to recall what Dean had asked him. "Uh, yeah. The test is pretty much error proof since a transplant from the wrong person would kill the patient." Sam sat down on the bed hard, like his legs were no longer willing to support him. "They want me to come in tomorrow for some preliminary tests and uh . . . give blood. We have the same blood type so they want to use it too . . ." Sam's voice faded away.
Dean stood up and moved to his brother's side. "Sammy? You okay?"
Dark green eyes met hazel eyes. "I think so. I mean we just found out that we have a little brother and that he's dying but I can save him so other than that I'm swell," Sam said. "Dean, I can save him," Sam said again, an edge of excitement in his voice.
"Hold on here Sammy – let's just slow down a minute and think." Dean started to pace the small room.
"Slow down? What do you mean, slow down? I can save him," Sam's voice had risen in his excitement. "Dean, he's our brother and I can save him. What is there to think about?"
Dean felt the edge of panic rise in him and fought it back down. "Look Sammy, I'm not saying you shouldn't save him. I'm just saying that we have to think this through. I mean, we are talking about a major operation here. What are the risks to you? And if you do this, isn't it announcing to the public that he is . . ." Dean still couldn't say brother, couldn't even wrap his head around it yet. "family? We could be putting him in more danger – I mean our family isn't the best loved among a certain crowd – you know the hell crowd."
"Dean. He. Is. Going. To. Die. I think he would be willing to take the risk. It doesn't get any worse than dead. Besides, we don't know that anything would happen. I mean, no one needs to find out."
"Sam, I know you want to help. It's just with everything that has happened and us not knowing exactly what that yellow-eyed son of a bitch has planned, I just don't like the idea of you being laid up in a hospital when you don't have to be – it leaves you too damn vulnerable."
"I know Dean, but I have to do this." Sam stood up and faced his brother, placing his hand on Dean's shoulder. "I'm his big brother, man. It's my job to look out for him."
Try as he might, Dean couldn't think of a single argument that would trump the Ace Sam had just played.
