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((I'm gonna make this a week after the last chapter. It's the final chapter! YAY! I finally completed a story. You have no idea how happy I am! Eden Hall Mighty Ducks will start soon. Review and keep me inspired!))

((I'm gonna make this a week after the last chapter. It's the final chapter! YAY! I finally completed a story. You have no idea how happy I am! will start soon. Review and keep me inspired!))


Dean's POV
I'm sitting in the passenger's seat of my mother's beat up Honda. She's driving me to the airport for my 1 o'clock flight to Minneapolis. The flight is really short, only like an hour and a half, but I'm so anxious to see everyone again. I look over at my mom. She is relatively young, having had me when she was 17. But recently she looked so much older. Her hair that used to be dark brown and always framing her face is now fading and dry. Her flawless skin was now wrinklier, with less color in her cheeks. And she has lost a lot of weight.
"You look like hell lately, Mom." She turns to look at me and smiles.
"Yeah well I'm getting older, aren't I?"
"You're not even 34, and you shouldn't be aging this quickly." I answer seriously.
"Well maybe there is more to it than that, Dean." She says making a sharp left off the highway.
"What do you mean?" She smiled brightly again.
"You worry too much." She said pulling into the airport parking lot.
"I only worry when you don't tell me what's wrong." She sighed and opened the trunk.
"Just let it go, Dean."
I grab my suitcase and follow her into the building. We go through security and wait at the gate. I'm beginning to really hate airports. So many people saying goodbye, it gets really fucking depressing.
"Can't you just tell me?" I ask her desperately.
"No, at least not now."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because I don't want to lay this huge burden on you the minute you're about to leave. And if I tell you now, you'll be unreasonable and you'll never go."
"How could it possibly be that bad?" Now I'm afraid for her.
"Dean, please. I don't want to be the reason you give up this chance."
"What if I'm willing to do this for you?"
"I don't want you to, okay?"
"But--"
"Goddamnit, would you just listen to me! You're so damn stubborn, just like your father."
"If you don't tell me, I won't leave."
"I'll only tell you, if you promise me you're going to get on that plane and rejoin your team and not feel guilty about leaving. Promise me that?"
"Fine I promise."
"I'm having a problem with cancer." She said it so quickly my mind barely had time to realize what that meant. "It's not horrible, I'm not terminal or anything. I'm starting treatment in a few weeks."
"Cancer?" I say with confusion.
"Yes. But I'm okay."
"But you can't be okay, Mom. Cancer isn't like a cold it doesn't just come and go."
"I know that, alright. But they said with treatment I should be better."
"How long have you known this then?" She sighed.
"Two months."
"You've hidden this from me for two months."
"For your own good. You wouldn't have gone to Los Angeles if I had told you immediately."
"Flight to Minneapolis Minnesota, now boarding."
"But I have to stay with you." She smiled sadly.
"No, you don't. And I won't let you. Because you just promised me. You're going to go to Minneapolis and be with your team. You'll play at that amazing highschool and you won't feel guilty about going, ever."
"Mom…"
"No. You promised me." She kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly. "Now go."
I'm not really sure how but I made myself walk to the gate. I got on that plane and in less than 1½ hours I was back where I started.

((A little sad and morbid, I know. Like poor Dean hasn't suffered enough. New story will probably start with Julie at Adam's house.I might even post as soon as tomorrow...Maybe…review and tell me what you think.))