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The air was much clearer and easier to breathe these days. It had been a good month since John Winchester had left his sons, and although Dean had gone through several bouts of doubting the man and himself, he managed to hold it together. He would be there if they needed him Dean knew, but so far, everything was working out. Sam had gotten better after his bout with the flu, and the doctor seemed optimistic about the bone marrow engrafting with Sammy's body. As he became stronger, and the white blood cells in his body increased, he was getting sick less often. Even when he did get sick, he was able to fight it. It didn't have a chance to progress and so went away faster. It was as if everything had started to go back to normal, and Sam became restless to get out of there. His hair was growing back, but it was still baby fine enough for Dean to have something to tease him about. He was glad that they had gotten to this point where it was okay to tease and the fear he had for the life of his little brother had diminished. Sure, there were still little things, like the fact that he got nauseous once in a while and had headaches and backaches, but Dr. Lambert told them that it was normal and would go away. Still there was still a nagging voice at the back of his head that said that things were somehow going to make a drastic turn and they would still lose him, but it lessened some when they took him off the oxygen and later when he pulled himself out of bed and walked to the bathroom. These were the major strides that they had originally hoped that the chemo would have caused. It made Dean happy that he was able to give Sammy a part of himself that would make him better, even though it would have been a lot less scary if they had known this was an option before doing the chemo. Even now, there could have been a chance that the bone marrow was rejected, and Dean thanked his lucky stars that Sammy would be all right.

It pained Dean, although he knew that their dad loved them in some way, that he wasn't still there. Dean went downstairs, right outside the parking garage, at least twice a day after Sam started becoming stronger to check his voicemail. Dad had yet to even try to call them, and it angered Dean. He hadn't meant it when he told him not to bother them, to just leave them alone, not really. At the time, he had, but John was still their dad and he still owed it to him to be loyal to him.

Sam was doing much better and was ready to leave. The weather was beginning to look really nice, and he was getting anxious to go out there and be a part of the world again. The doctor had been made aware of where they lived- Dean had said Kansas and the insurance that he still had from Stanford said that he lived in California- and so he said the main reason that Sam had to remain here was to make sure that he got the proper care. Sam guessed the man knew that Dean would have them running around the country the second he was well enough to go. He looked at the sun coming down on the growing grass and thought back to the snow. He had been so sure that he was going to die, and he had been ready for it.

"Dean." He said, and it wasn't lost on either of them that his voice was loud enough to be an actual voice. After all, this was one of things that had freaked his brother out the most.

"What's up?" Dean asked, lowering the Car & Driver magazine that he had gotten from out in the lobby, placing his hand between the pages.

"How much longer did he say?" Sam wanted to know, and Dean stifled down a scoff. Everyday for the last two weeks, he had answered the question, but he guessed that if he were in the same situation, he would be anxious too.

"He wants to keep you here until they take the tube out, and until you don't feel nauseous, and until you stop getting on my nerves, because he doesn't want to have to release you and then find out you were murdered and all of our efforts meant nothing." He said, keeping his voice steady and low. If he gave his brother the impression that he was becoming angry and annoyed, maybe he would stop asking.

"Funny Dean." Sam muttered and laid back against the bed. "I'm bored. This is driving me nuts."

"I know, Sam. Trust me, I know. But just a little while longer, and we'll both be sprung." Dean muttered, almost under his breath. Now that Sam was better, or getting better, the tough big brother exterior could come back up.

"Dean..." Sam started and Dean heard the apprehension in his voice.

"What's up?"

"When we leave here, what are we going to do?" Sam asked, but it wasn't the hopeful 'can we stay somewhere and live normal lives' attitude that he normally took.

Dean thought back to all the times when he promised that he would give Sam a normal life if he just got through this. He intended to keep that promise for as long as Sam wanted it. "The same thing we do every night, Pinky." He mocked, but then became serious. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to go back on the hunt." Sam said, surprising Dean.

"What? I thought you wanted to settle down and be Joe Normal."

"I did; but Dean, this has made me realize how precious life is. If we aren't helping these people, they're going to die. I know what it feels like to be helpless, to know that you're going to die and there's nothing that you can do about it. I don't want anybody else to feel that way." Sam was so impassioned now that it made Dean scoff.

"Yeah, and then in a couple of months, you'll be complaining again." Dean joked with him. "But if that's what you want now, we can do that."

"It is." Sam insisted. Dean had never been more happy; his brother was doing better, and he was devoted to the hunt now. Everything would work out for them.

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