I know I said that I would try to get the next chapter up sooner, but I had an fing NYS lab to do, and that just screwed up my whole weekend, I just got done with the experiment, and wanted to take a break before I typed the damn thing... So here I am!

Asked him when it sank in, that this might really be the real end.
How's it hit ya, when you get that kind of news.
Man what ya do.
And he says,
I went sky divin',
I went rocky mountain climbin',
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull name Fu Manchu.
And I loved deeper,
And I spoke sweeter,
And I gave forgiveness I've been denying,
And he said someday I hope you get the chance,
To live like you were dyin'.

Dean watched as if in slow motion as the doctor explained to Sam that he only had a week to live. Sam seemed to be taking the news okay, but Dean could tell that his brother was being torn apart from the inside out. Strangely enough, he could also see some relief shine through in his eyes. Dean could only guess that he was happy that he was going to be able to see Jess and his mom again... Though he wasn't entirely sure he was right.

"Do I have to stay here?" The only question Sam had asked was really the only thing that seemed important to the youngest Winchester, when he looked up at his brother.

"I would recomend that you do, but it is your choice, you would have to sign a release that you left even though it was a recomendation that you stay." Sam had nodded, and waited for the doctor to leave before he turned his attention toward Dean.

"Do you feel like getting out of here?" Sam asked, and Dean grinned, nodding, knowing what his brother had in mind.

It was time for some good old Winchester fun...

You wanna go bull riding?" Sam asked, a cocky grin on his face, once they were back in the States at an old Rodeo bar, Rio and Rachael in tow. It had been only yesterday that Sam was released from the hospital, and he already wanted kill himself... oh joy!

Dean only nodded and Rio looked as if he was going to back out, but one look to Rachael, who looked as if she wanted to ride, told him that he couldn't be a pansy and back out. Rachael had to leave and visit her brother Elijah, but would have rode if she could have stayed.

Dean, Sam, and Rio looked to John, who had only joined them an hour ago, and he put his hands up. "Boys, I am too old to do that stupid shit... I'll take the pictures!" he said, holding up a camera.

Both Sam and Dean mock coughed, saying "Coward..." Rio laughed as John took on an indignant look but held his ground, staying on the ground. Sam got up and went to the mechanical bull, getting a glove from one of the ride's workers.

He put the glove on and went over to the ride. Getting on, he got his hand secured and put his other hand in the air, signalling for the worker to start the ride. It started off slow enough, just jerks, but then it got faster, bucking so that Sam knew he was going to have bruises in the morning to add to those he already had from the "fall."

He heard Dean and Rio cheering him on, and he could see the flashes from the camera, as John took the pictures. He felt, in a strange way, free. There was no pressure, it was just fun, and a way to let his emotions go. The bucking stopped almost immediately and Sam realized almost too late why. He had been bucked off and was sliding across the floor, to the cheers of the crowd.

A man was walking over to him, and Dean and Rio helped him up, and the man reached out to shake his hand. "I am the manager of this bar, and I must say that I am very impressed with your talent. You just set a record, and got up to the highest level, staying on the bul for over a minute and a half." The man said as Sam clasped the man's hand in his own.

"Thanks?" Sam asked, looking at the man with a curious expression, when the man didn't let his hand go.

The man held Sam's hand up in the air, and said; "Our new record holder!" The crowd cheered, and Dean looked as if he were feeling left out when the man said that since Sam had beaten the bull, drinks were on the house; but the he added that drinks were on the house for Sam, Rio, Dean and John, and Dean was just happy for the free beer.

Sam, Dean, Rio, and John were positively drunk when they left the Rodeo bar at one thirty the next morning. They stumbled into the hotel rooms they had rented before leaving, waking a seething Rachael. Sam, Dean and John had left Rio alone with his wife, and had gone to sleep in their own room, through the yelling and banshee screaming of Rachael at a poor unsuspecting Rio!

Sam had showered, and had then taken the medicine the doctor had given him for migraines before he turned in, falling asleep before his head hit the pillow. John and Dean had done pretty much the same thing, save for the medicine, having already had enough liquid medicine to make their head pound in the morning.

Sam for once felt as if his life could get no better, even though he was dying... Though maybe that was the reason...

So maybe it was short... But my muses and my schoolwork weren't cooperating... But at least I updated!

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Ana