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Fear spread through Sam as he prepared for what was soon to come. When he signed the consent forms, he should have asked the doctor more questions. Right now, it was all big medical words that he could pretend had no bearing on him whatsoever, but in an hour, when the doctor was supposed to get here, it would become a reality. He was so weak, he didn't think that he would be able to fight them, but he wanted to. He wanted to tell them that he had changed his mind. This wasn't what he wanted. Yeah, he had an IV catheter already where they administered the chemotherapy that had already been taken out, but they said the words "long-term" here. He would have this thing in his chest long-term. They had said words like rejection and infection and things that he would have to do for the rest of his life. He couldn't do this. Tremors worked through his body, and he fought the urge to be sick. He needed to get the hell out of here.

Dean watched his brother, noticing how close to hyperventilating he was. This had to stop, he had to calm down or he was going to get sicker. "Sammy-"

"Dean, is it too late?" Sam's voice sounded edgy, panicked, and it finally came to John's attention that something was wrong.

"Too late for what, Sammy?" Dean asked, keeping his voice calm and at a steady pace and level. If he got upset, it would only further upset his baby brother.

"It's Sam. I don't want that to happen. You're going to treat me with kid gloves forever if I go through with this. I don't want to do this anymore. I want to take it back. I don't care what happens, please don't make me do this Dean!" Sam was freaking out, and Dean struggled to grasp what he was talking about. He had a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach that he knew what Sam was talking about not having to do. They had a week to think things over, to know what was coming. It had been a week on the medication and now at the midnight hour Sam wanted to change his mind. They'd probably been given too much information because obviously it was enough to scare Sammy into not wanting to go through with this.

"What don't you want to do, Sam?" He knew now was not the time to fall back on the old nickname that had been established long before his brother had any say.

"I don't wanna do this. I don't want the transplant. There's just too much stuff that can go wrong. I want him to rip up the consent paper. I can't go through with this." His voice was flying, and Dean knew this was more serious than anything that they had to face today, and in the next few weeks. His baby brother was pretty much signing his own death certificate.

"Sam, you need to do this. They've already killed off your white blood cells. If you don't let me do this, you're going to die." He needed to stress what exactly was at stake here.

"I don't care, Dean. Please, just help me out of here. We can just go. Start looking at the newspapers and find us a place to go."

"Is that really what you want, son?" John asked, and Dean swore he was going to just let him. He glared at his father. They wouldn't get far. With how broken down his immune system was, he would be dead within a week. All he would need to do is to go into a grocery store. Hell, he might not even get that far. The hotels they stayed at would kill him. The seats in his Impala, they still had germs from the last time one of them had gotten sick. The life of a germ...he couldn't even think about it. They wouldn't even get through one hunt. What was dad thinking? He felt himself losing the ability to breathe.

"No! Sam, you'd be dead before the first hunt was over. We're not going to give up on you like this. You need to do this." His voice was quick and he knew maybe a bit too loud.

"Dean, I don't want to. Please don't make me." Sammy was going to start crying, and Dean saw it. He knew he shouldn't push, but they needed to do this. He needed to do this.

"Sam, please. I know it's scary, but you need to go through with this. You need to be okay. Please let us help you." Dean pleaded, lowering his voice but still feeling light-headed from a slight panic.

"Dean, I can't." He had a few tears running down his face, and Dean longed to reach out and wipe them away, but he knew he couldn't. He needed for Sam to realize that he needed to do this.

"I never knew you were that much of a coward. Why are you so scared, anyway? Afraid of the needles? Well, you need to grow up." He'd never been so harsh with Sammy before, but nothing else was working, so he figured tough love had to work.

"I just, it's all so overwhelming, Dean. I can't do it. I'm scared." The soft, little voice of Sammy broke his heart and he felt a bit of guilt go through him.

"Sam, we've been through way worse things before. Remember the devil's gates in Clifton? That was pretty bad; we almost lost dad that time." 'And we're gonna lose you this time if you don't let us help you, so you're making this scary for us too.' "But we made it through. It worked out okay. We can make it work out this time. In a couple of months, maybe even less, you'll be up and we'll go on a hunt together if you want or we can find an apartment, get real jobs, just... what is so scary that you're willing to trade your life to escape the fear?"

"What if...what if the bone marrow is rejected? I don't want to be rejected by any part of you." Sam's voice was like a small child, and for a moment Dean thought that he too was thinking very much like a child as well.

He sighed heavily and looked Sam in the eyes. "I will never reject you. This is going to work, Sammy, even if I have to pull a Superman and make it work. And, even if the bone marrow is rejected, which would be your rejecting it, by the way, I will never reject you." He needed to add humor, because the situation was so dire, and it was getting worse.

"But what if..."

"It'll work, Sammy. Just calm down, relax. I'll take care of everything." Dean instructed him, finally feeling that the moment had passed that his shadow knew that he would take care of everything. He had always been able to calm him down, to take the lead and he thought this time would be no different.

"Dean, I don't wanna do it."

"That's just too bad, Sam. I didn't want to spend four years without you. I didn't wanna hear you bitch for the last few months that we should look for dad, then we should stop following his orders. I didn't want to wake up to you screaming every night after a nightmare. Life is full of things that you don't want to do, but you have to do them anyway. You're going to do this, because for once you're going to listen to me." He was frustrated, and he knew even as the words came out of his mouth that he should not be saying them. Looking at Sam's look of defeat and their dad's look of pride right now, he felt it even more. He had brought his already hurting and injured brother down a notch. He felt like the scum of the earth. The next words that came out of Sammy's mouth were not the words he wanted to hear.

"Okay, Dean. Whatever you want." They needed him fighting, not broken.

"Sam, I need you to do this for you. I need you to understand that I will be here for you to support you through all of this. But, you need to do this and fight with us, okay?" He had lowered the volume in his voice as he leaned over and got close to Sam.

"I'm just scared. Help me." Sam said, looking more lost than he ever had, even when this first started.

"I'm gonna help you, through everything. Can you do this for all of us?"

"Yeah, just make it less scary, okay?"

Dean chuckled. 'Oh yeah, that's gonna be easy.' "How 'bout I try and we deal with the hard stuff together?"

Sam nodded, locking eyes and hands with Dean and then looked out the window, still feeling anxious.

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65 hours and 41 minutes until "Scarecrow."

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