Six Days

Okay guy I'm sorry for taking so long to update. I found this chapter just today and finished it up as well as the last one

With out further ado here's the next chapter

When Dean woke up the next day he could feel his body scream and beg for more rest. His limbs refused to move freely, his body shuddered with pain and his breath. He had been panting from the moment he opened his eyes, hacking and coughing, wheezing and heaving. Bobby's house was too musty. It was making his already difficult breathing even more challenging.

It was running maybe around noon when the door creaked open and little Sammy came bounding in on all fours; a pair of tiger ears on his head. Creeping closer to the bed like a very noisy cat he pounced as he made it closer to Dean bed.

Thunk.

Boom

Sam knocked his head on the side of the bed and fell down. Lifting a hand to the bump starting to form he sniffled a few times before he began to whimper.

Turning to his brother at the thump Dean chuckled. He looked so pathetically adorable. "Come here." Reaching down he picked Sam up and set him on the bed. "Hey…" Dean lifted Sam's chin up. "What did I tell you about big boys?"

"They don't cry."

"That's right." Poking Sam's jutted out lip back in Dean raised his head. "Are you a big boy?"

"Yes." Sam mumbled.

"What was that soilder? I can't hear you. Are you a big boy!"

"Yes sir!" Sam jumped to his feet and slammed his hand to his forehead.

"Yes sir!"

"Yes sir!" Jumping up Sam landed on his bum before sliding off the bed and running to the door. "See you at the table, sir!" Saluting to Dean Sammy giggled before shutting the door and bounding off down the hall.

Quickly jumping to the side as Sam came rushing down the hall Bobby watching him run around the house following everything he said with 'sir'. Turning to Dean's room Bobby pushed open the door and looked to the Winchester. "What did you say to him?"

Dean chuckled. "Hey Bobby. I think I might take Sam to the zoo today."

"The zoo? It's bad enough he's running around here acting like a cat all the time but you're going to encourage that?"

Dean shrugged. "When Sam and me were growing up we never actually went to the zoo. I figured I'd go with him. Make it a first time thing for the both of us." Dean half shrugged. "That and it's not as far as a drive from yesterday."

"It was a good thing you called me. You nearly scared the crap out of me when I drove down the road and found your car in the ditch."

"Well I knew that I probably wouldn't make it back before I got too ill. I had to make sure there was someone to take care of Sam just in case."

"You're one hell of a brother. Listen, your doctor called. He thinks it's a good idea if you go back to the hospital. Says that a house like mine isn't going to help your treatment very much. Personally Dean…I think he's right."

"Bobby…we've been through this…"

"No we haven't. Every time I try to bring it up you change the subject. Now really Dean. My house has to be the worst place a lung cancer patient could be….so ask yourself. If you have only six more days left to live….to you really want to suffocate before your time is up?" Dean was quiet. "I know you're not a fan of hospital but at least there they can try to make you comfortable until you're at the end of your rope."

"No Bobby…I'm still healthy enough to move I'm still healthy enough to stay out of there. When I can't breath, when I can't move then yes…I will go back to the hospital but I'm telling you I'm fine. I told you I'm using everyday to the best of my abilities….I'm not going to use my last few days scaring Sam."

"Bobby!" Sam stomped his foot as he came around the corner. "You're supposed to say sir." Bobby spared a glance to Dean who merealy shrugged.

"Yes sir." Bobby sarcastically said before going over to Sam and hoisting him up by arms. "Lets get something to eat kid, then I'm taking you and Dean to the zoo."

Dean frowned to himself at the statement but knew it was the better thing. He had last his ability to drive hi baby but if he could keep convincing Bobby he could keep Sam happy for six more days. Six more days of feeling every bit of toxin fill his lungs, six more days of wincing with each inhale, six more gruelling says of that suffocating feeling…but it also meant six more days of Sam's smile. "Six days." Dean spoke to himself. "Sam needs a new home in six days." There was no way Bobby was going to be able to take care of Sam, not with his businees not in his old age. Dean smiled. He knew who he was going to give Sam to.

"Rawr rawr rawr!" Sam growled as he hopped in front of Dean, his cat ears still placed on top os hi curly head.

"Whacha doing Sammy?" Dean asked as he followed the hoping tyke, Bobby beside him keeping a close eye on Dean's pale face.

"I'm bonding." Sam said as he looked back to Dean. "Bobby says it when tiger go real fast."

"Bonding huh?" Dean looked to Bobby. "Do you know how to spell it?"

"Duh! Bon-ding. Everyone knows that." Sam staed matter of factly. "Daddy Dean." He turned to Dean. "If you feel sick I can stop and sick. I don't mind at all."

Dean frowned slightly. "Now why would I want to stop and sit when I can take you to see the monkeys?" Dean kneeled down to tickle Sam's sides. The tyke giggled as he swatted Dean's hands away.

"Race ya!" He yelled as he dropped to all fours and ran off like a cat.

Dean smiled and followed after Sam with Bobby at his side. They were both quiet, Dean knew what Bobby wanted to ask and Bobby never bothered knowing Dean wouldn't even respond to it. "Kids got a lot of spunk." He merely said.

"Good, he shouldn't lose it."

Bobby looked at Dean. "Have you thought about what else you're going to do with Sam?"

Dean lowered his head. "Not much. I think this is going to be our final outing." Dean spared a glance at Bobby who let out a sigh. "Any news on that aging water?"

"They still don't have it." Bobby said.

"Good. I like Sam like this anyways." Hurrying up to Sam Dean scooped him up and tossed him in the air before catching him. "Take a look Sammy." He pointed to the monkeys. "These are monkeys. They live in trees and like to eat bananas."

Sam squished his lips like he wasn't impressed. "They look funny."

"They do look a little funny but they're really smart."

"Smarter than you, Daddy Dean?"

Dean laughed. "Sometime I think they are."

"No way!" Sam's jaw dropped in shock. "Can I play with them?"

"Sorry kiddo, it's too dangerous but," Dean turned around and pointed a little ways down the path, "there's a petting zoo over there. You can play with those animals."

"Yeah!" Sam squirmed his way out of Dean's arms and bounded over to the petting zoo. As he got to the fence he hoped on to it and stared into the pit. "C'mon Dean! Bobby!" He called. Crawling under the fence he ran into the pit and started to rawr and chase the animals.

"You better get over there before those goats turn on him." Bobby warned.

"Yeah, I know." Dean sighed as he walked over to the pen and stepped inside. He came up behind Sam who was crouched behind the biggest goat in the pen. He wiggled his butt before pouncing like a cat. "Whoa, there, tiger." Dean snagged Sam's shirt before he landed on the animal. "You have to be nice to the animals in here. They're not like your stuffed toys they'll fight back."

"I can take em!" Sam beat his chest. "I'm a tough kitty!"

"Well Tigger let's try this first." Dean carried Sam over to a little red dispenser. He put a quarter in and caught the food that fell out in his hand. "Cup your hands." Sam did and Dean put half of the food in his hand. "Now go up to the animals and hold your hand out."

Sam stared at his hand and slowly walked forward being careful not to spill any. He stopped just a few feet away from a goat who turned and started to make his way over to Sam. When the goat lowered its head to feed Sam giggled and threw the food at him before stepping back.

Dean chuckled when Sam squealed and came running back to him. "Nice try kiddo." He put the rest of the food in Sam's hands. "But don't throw the food at them just let them eat it, they won't hurt you." Dean gave Sam and nudge back over to the goat. Sam did the same as before, he walked very slowly and they held his arms out as far as he could waiting for the goat to eat.

Instead of going for the food though the goat huffed and rammed into Sam knocking him down. "Oh shit." Dean got up and walked over to Sam who just stood there, completely confused. It took a few moments but soon he started to sniffle and then cry. "Hey it's okay buddy." Dean picked same up and wiped the tears away. "I told you they fight back."

Sam cried even harder and clung on to Dean burying his face I his shoulder. "I wanna go home!"

Dean chuckled and carried Sam out of the pen. "But you didn't get to see the rest of the animals."

"I don't wanna see them." Sam cried even harder.

"Hey c'mon, Sammy. Soldiers don't cry remember."

"But I'm not a soldier." Sam rubbed his eyes. "I'm a kitty!"

Dean laughed. "Well kitties don't cry either. They get tough. Show me how tough a kitty you can be."

Sam sniffled and poked out his bottom lip. "Aw c'mon you do better than that. Show me your tough kitty face." Dean growled to show Sam how to do it. Sam giggled and growled back. "There we go. Are we tough kitties?"

"Mmhm." Sam nodded.

"Wanna go see the other animals?"

"Mmhm." Sam nodded again.

"Alright, you lead the way." Dean put Sam down and let him take them the rest of the way through the park.

Dean didn't know much about any of these animals but each time Sam asked him a question he would make something up and the look of sheer awe always made Dean laugh. 'Dean why are the elephants grey?' 'Because they fell into a big pot of grey pain.' 'Dean why are the giraffes so tall?' 'Because they used to give warriors rides into battle.' 'Dean why are you so pale?' 'Cause I don't need bright colours when you're in my life.'

They day continued on like that until the park closed at 6pm. With cotton candy in hand Dean put Sam into the backseat of the Impala completely tuckered out, he could barely hold on to his delicious treat.

Dean took the cotton candy from Sam and gently touched his head. He wanted to remember this day for the rest of his life; even if it only lasted for another five days. Setting the cotton candy down Dean pulled on his seatbelt and rested back into the bench seat of the impala, he could feel Bobby's eyes on him.

"Don't look at me like that." Dean said.

"Like what?" Bobby didn't even try to play innocent.

"Like I'm an idiot." Dean glanced at Bobby. "I know today was a bad idea."

"You're damn right it was a bad idea. I'm debating to take you to the hospital right now." Bobby fired up the Impala and drove it back to his house.

Once they were parked in front of Bobby's house Dean opened the door and leaned out. He felt sick. He felt sick and weak and his lungs hurt. He got up from the car and stared at Bobby's house. He felt this was going to be the last time he would see it. "Do you want me to take Sam in?" Bobby asked.

Dean shook his head. "No, I'll do it." Opening up the back door to the Impala Dean pulled Sam out and carried him inside. "Bobby…." Dean laid Sam down on the couch and turned to the older hunter who was locking and bolting the door.

"Yeah?" Bobby looked back at Dean.

"I think I should go to the hospital." Before Bobby could reply Dean had fallen to the ground stopped breathing.

Next chapter will be the final chapter to Baby Brother.