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Thanks to my Beta Still Awesome2009.

Chapter Ten.

Three Days Later.

They are back in their house. The free week is over and Sam has to get back for his new round of chemotherapy in two days. The journey in car was pleasant and Sam and Dean didn't bicker like they did before their lives went straight to hell.

New books and games were bought for a very anxious Sammy, but Dean and John doubted that he would even be up to reading them after his session in the hospital.

Sam has been feeling a little off. His left arm was a little numb and his legs feel kind of funny, but he is happy because the last days has been really good and his family has been very calmed down and stopped worrying, his father was smiling and his brother could have a good time with some girls, his usual.

Dean is making everything possible and even the impossible so his baby brother would be fine. He'd wake up in the middle of the night and check on him. He'd buy him cartoon movies, he'd clean his bed, he'd bought him more Pillows and some nice hats and of course kicks the ass of anyone that looks or talked bad about his little brother. He already has had problems with some guys in Pastor Jim's town with some boys in a store close to their house when he and Sam were buying some gum and candy.

For John his smile faded as he realized his baby boy was about to go through hell again. He knows that the chemotherapy is a necessary evil, but still it hurt so much to see his baby in a bed with needles in his arms and wrists and short of breath. He just prays that his boy can survive. He knows that many children with tumors don't survive because their body can't fight the stress.

Dean is walking toward his brother bedroom; his brother has been sleeping for almost four hour and is time for his medicine.

"Sammy?" No answer.

"He must be sleeping" He took off his blue and black sneakers, opening the door he noticed that Sam wasn't in his bed.

Well, at least he wasn't rummaging through the trash or attempting to clean his dad's library, Dean thought, noticing something sticky on the floor.

What in the world? Dean went by the bed. His heart skipped a beat there was a trail of vomit from Sam's bed to where it stopped before the closet door.

"Sam"

Dean tried to remain calm. He didn't want to worry his dad. It didn't take long before Dean found Sammy lying on the floor, drenched in sweat, and slightly moaning.

His pajamas were vomit stained and there was blood on the floor and his chin.

"Sammy" Dean laid him on his back, "Oh my God! Sammy, you are burning up" He said touching his forehead.

He made sure there was no vomit still in his mouth, "I'm going to get Dad, okay?"

The only thing that reassured Dean Winchester was a small blink from his brother as his moans got progressively weaker.

Dean raced to the living room where his father was.

"DAD!, something is wrong, its Sammy" Dean's panicked words gained the instant attention of his father.

"Dean, what is it?" John questioned to his oldest son, having already leapt from the couch and following Dean. He was determined to keep his fear at bay until he had further information. Please God let him be ok….my baby my baby.

"I don't know what wrong. He is throwing up, and is not answering" Dean said fearfully and closes to tears.

A feeling of dread came over John. They had lived many painful moments with Sam and this illness and now seeing his son so panicked and scared.

On entering the room John could see the horrible scene.

"Sammy! Sam, can you hear me?"

He began to examine his son to see to see if he was wounded. Upon touching his forehead he felt his temperature was very high and watched his unfocussed eyes. It was when he saw the drops of blood in the pajamas and in his nose that

John realizes that this is not just one of the effects of the chemotherapy. So he decides to call an ambulance.

Dean stared at John with a broken face. He turned one washcloth into a cold compress for Sam's forehead.

Sam was in the floor sitting in John's lap his head resting in his father's shoulder with his eyes half closed and his breathing a little ragged, suddenly he feels a burning in his stomach.

"S-sick" Sam started slowly, but was determined to pull himself up.

Dean continued to watch John grab the small wicker wastebasket and dump all of the contents on the floor with one hand so that Sam wouldn't have to reach for the toilet. The other arm around his son.

"Aww, my sweet baby. Let it out, you'll feel better"

"But...- I alre…ady thre …ew up in my …ro—om and in the toilet and that…that didn't make me…¦. - feel –better" Sam managed to say to his dad. His head is pounding, he couldn't feel his legs, his vision is blurred, his right arm and chest are hurting, and he can taste something metallic in his mouth.

"I know that baby" John says as he checks his son's temperature again. "I'm very worried about this fever. Dean, can you make another cold compress? It's the best we can do until the ambulance gets here"

"Yeah Of course" Dean grabbed a fresh white washcloth from the small iron rack that was by the bathtub and went to drench it in the coldest water that would come out of the faucet. He was trying not to think, his baby brother was not in a bathroom floor with fever and throwing up blood. His Sammy will be fine.

"It's going to be okay, Sammy" John kissed his head. "I promise nothing bad is going to happen to you. I promise" He knew he shouldn't have been making such a promise, but no father in his right mind would not be anything but optimistic. It was his son who is sick so he will say and does anything it takes to makes him feel better, secure and happy.

Dean can't control it anymore and his tears falls. After his father promised that, he understood that it's not going to be ok, Sammy is not ok, this situation is not ok, how can his father promise something like that when neither one of them, John or Dean, could make Sammy feel better.

TBC.