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John Winchester came into the room where his two boys sat, almost silently. He knew that by spending so long away from his boys that he had forfeited precious time. He hoped that he could change that now, that he could make a difference now. He and Dean could nurse the youngest Winchester back to health and he would make it up to both of them.

"Dean," He whispered to get the older boy's attention without waking Sammy. Little Sammy was looking so sickly, so small and he just couldn't bare the idea of waking him now. Dean looked around at his dad, and it was clear that he hadn't gotten much sleep. Too long hours sitting by his precious baby brother had left him haggard looking, deep shadows forming under his eyes.

"Dad," He said rising to his feet. He didn't look angry, as he should have been, merely resigned. "Sammy would have a fit if he knew you were here. We've been trying to get in touch with you for the last few months, and nothing. I..." Dean shook his head and chuckled.

"I was trying to find out the truth. It's been far too long that I have been searching for the thing that killed your mother. I just...needed to find it, to give you boys some hope. I'm here now." He was standing his ground, unwilling to back down from why he was here.

"I know. I just have really needed you. Thanks for listening to your messages this time." He looked back at Sam, laying in the bed. The sound of the heart monitor attached to his chest had drawn his attention back in that direction. Right now, everything was fine.

For the first time, John Winchester took in the sight of all the machines around his son's broken body. There were so many, all had their function. Dean had told him how bad it was in the message, but he had no idea until he looked. The sheer amount of monitors and equipment helping him to stay alive broke his heart. There wasn't a thing he could do to make this better. Anger and helplessness almost drove him back out the door. He had never done very well with those emotions and right now was no exception. Dean had said that it had a while to progress, and that Sammy had known, that it was already documented in his medical file. How could he just ignore it like that? Had he failed so badly, teaching the boys to fight every single monster out there, but not emphasizing how important it was to take care of yourself?

"Has the doctor been in here to see him?" He asked, breaking from his thoughts to look at his oldest. Maybe there had been a glimmer of hope since they had spoke, the situation wasn't as grim of a picture as it had been painted.

"Not since we last spoke. They said there's always someone who will be able to come in case of an emergency, but no Dad, nothing. Sammy told me he knew, told me why he didn't tell anyone." Dean was trying to maintain his composure, to give a visage of control, but was failing as tears silently started coming from his eyes.

"And?" John asked. He didn't want to rush Dean, but it needed to be done.

Dean rocked back on his ankle and looked at his dad. "He was scared. He knew what was happening, but he was scared. And he didn't want anybody to know because he didn't want to hurt them." He got a forelorn look on his face as he checked back on Sam.

"Did the doctor say anything about what we need to do?" John was ready to take charge, and the Sammy he last saw was an underage Sammy who would be forced to listen and obey what he was told.

"They're waiting for him to tell them to start chemotherapy. I don't that there's anything we can do." Dean said, letting his dad know that Sam was passed the point where he could be told what do regarding his own health.

John moved around to the other side of the bed as Dean and sat down with a sigh. Together, they sat, each one holding onto Sammy, and waited for the youngest member of their tribe to awaken.

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