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Dean went in the room and sat down. The nurses had left and Sammy looked so lost there alone. Dean had to admit that he looked cold, was shivering, and he had to control the urge to rip the cooling blanket off him and put real blankets on him.
"You really know how to do things dramatically." He groused. "I thought we agreed: No chick-flick moments. This definitely counts as a major chick-flick moment." It was all meant to be in fun, but the look on Sam's face made him stop. Maybe now wasn't the best time to tease Sammy.
"Sorry." Sam muttered, and closed his eyes with a sigh.
"Sorry Sammy." Dean said, sitting down next to his brother. "The doc said you can take the cooling blankets off when your fever comes down." It was the best attempt that he had right now of trying to make it all right for Sam.
"I heard him." Sam said quietly.
"He's going to come in here with papers for you to sign, Sam. It's so that you can start chemo." He didn't know why he felt like warning him, but he did. Maybe it was so that Sam didn't feel like he was more out of the loop in his own life. Their dad had already come in and taken over too much.
"Okay. Dean..." Sam wanted to ask him to be there, so that he didn't have to face this alone, but he couldn't voice it.
Dean leaned in to hear what Sam was going to say. "Thanks for staying with me."
"That's what I'm here for." Dean said, his voice faltering. Once again, he asked himself why this had to be happening. After Sam signed those papers, he would start treatment and everything would be made more real.
They sat in companionable silence, waiting for the doctor or their dad or both to come back in the room. Dean knew he might have driven the older Winchester away, but they could do this just fine on their own. Up until now, he'd just hurt Sammy anyways.
"Where did dad go?" Sam asked after about five minutes.
"He probably just went to go get some air. It gets really stuffy in here." Dean lied. He didn't know why he felt the need to lie to excuse their father, but he did.
The door opened back up, and both the doctor and John Winchester entered. Dean scoffed. His father was just waiting to come in until he figured Dean had cooled down.
"Samuel, these are papers stating that we can give you chemotherapy treatments starting tomorrow. These will be given to your primary doctor, and he will begin giving you the treatments. I just need you to sign here." The doctor explained to Sam, pointing out the crosses that he had made on the sheet.
Sam looked really hesitant, but he signed it anyway, looking at Dean to let him know that this was for him, no matter what happened. Dean bowed his head, knowing that this was not what Sam really wanted to do.
The doctor, taking the signed paper, left the room. Sam looked at Dean and said, "IV treatment. Don't know why I'm not surprised there." It was soft, but it was Sammy. Dean was surprised that Sam had even read the paper before signing it. He just seemed too out of it to be able to do that.
"I know you don't want to do this, but thank you for trying it." Dean needed to say something to try to reassure his baby brother. "Everything will be all right, Sammy. And I'm going to be right there with you all the way." A smile came to Dean's face as he remembered telling that to Sam in the car when they were leaving St Louis. It seemed like a long time that they had left Becky's house.
John cleared his throat, announcing his presence. He had stayed silent, in the background, up to this point and both of the boys jumped. They had forgotten he was even there. Moving to reclaim the seat on the other side of Sam, John gave Dean a brief look before speaking to Sam. Dean steeled himself against what he was going to say. "Sam, I'm sorry for being...overbearing. It just comes as second nature to me to take charge in a crisis. It won't happen again."
It would; they all knew it would, but for now, it was the closest to an acknowledgment that he cared as the man would ever offer. "Sure, dad." Sam said, just giving in.
The three Winchester men sat there in silence until Sam finally fell asleep. "What made you change your mind?" Dean asked his father as soon as the first soft snores came from his brother.
"I know that Sam's much different than you. He always has been. I guess I just forget sometimes that I do need to treat him differently." It was a weak excuse, but once again it was let go before it could escalate into a fight. It had to come to a cease-fire for Sammy.
They sat together, each watching the shivering, weak form that was Sam for the rest of the night. Dean tried to make himself relax. Whatever needed to be dealt with could be dealt with in the morning.
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