Dean sat in the waiting room with a sobbing Brianna in his lap. The little girl was scared out of her mind. Her little mind could not grasp the goings on of the last few hours. The ambulance rushed Madison away, leaving Dean and Brianna behind. Dean quickly carried her to the Impala and drove to the hospital. He had been holding her since, she was his safety net.

Dean saw a panicked Sam hurry in through the main doors and Dean flagged him down. Sam ran to his family and hugged them all.

"What happened?" He asked

"Well, Brianna was with her when she got this coughing fit. She passed out and her breathing…wasn't good," Dean said shakily, gripping Brianna even tighter.

"Have we heard anything yet? I mean it could just be the cold acting up right?" Sam asked pessimistically.

"I hope so," he said, kissing the top of Brianna's head.

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Madison woke up and took in her surroundings. This certainly is not my kitchen, she thought. Madison felt a small tube coming from her nose, assisting her with her breathing.

Shit, it dawned on her she was in a hospital. She pressed the nurse calling button, hoping someone would tell her what's going on and why she was there. Finally, an older looking nurse bustled into the room.

"Hello sleepy head. How are we feeling?" She asked, checking her stats.

"I'm tired and my chest is sore. Are my brothers' and daughter here?"

"Yes they are. The doctor wants to speak to you before they come in. I'll tell them you're awake and they can visit you shortly," Madison smiled, but was anxious to find out what the doctor would say.

The doctor came in with a very solemn expression on his face. Oh no…

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Sam, Dean, and a sleeping Brianna still sat in the waiting room. The same nurse that helped Madison led them to Madison's room.

Dean, carrying a sleeping Brianna entered the room with Sam to see Madison sitting on the bed crying.

"Mad what's wrong?" Sam asked, rushing to his sister while Dean placed Brianna on a sofa in the corner.

"I have to tell you something."

"Madison, what's wrong? What did the doctor say?" Dean asked after he arranged Brianna on the couch and took a seat on the bed Madison was sitting in, next to Sam,

Madison was quiet again, and the boys held their breath. What could go wrong now? Dean thought as he and Sam waited anxiously for Madison to answer their questions.

"Does it have something to do with your chest cold?" Sam asked, grasping at straws; he was drowning in Madison's silence.

Madison nodded and wiped the tears that streamed down her face as she tried to compose herself. She inhaled a big breath and let it all out, finally finding her voice.

"The doctor just came in… to talk to me. While I was out, they ran a whole mess of tests; chest x-rays, blood work, you know the usual," she paused as she felt tears well up again.

"They…they..um.. found something on my x-ray and in my blood work," Madison couldn't speak and she put her hand over her mouth.

"What? What did they find?" Dean asked, almost reaching the point of hysteria.

"They…uh… found that I have… lung cancer. I'm sick, boys, really sick as the doctor put it," Madison finally looked up and raised her face to gauge her brothers' reaction.

Both looked like they've been punched in the face. Neither spoke for a good five minutes, not sure what to do, think, or say. Madison accepted their silence, she knew this would hurt them. Sam spoke first.

"Umm, what did they…uh say? As far as treatment and everything?" Sam asked, looking at his feet that dangled close to the floor.

"We didn't get that far. I wanted you both to be here…when we really talk about it…I couldn't handle hearing the rest by myself," Madison stifled a sob and Dean pulled her into his arms, and was quickly followed by Sam.

"We'll beat this, we'll be there every step. I promise."

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The three siblings sat there for a few minutes, holding Madison and wishing this had never happened. Their hug was interrupted by the doctor who cam back into the room.

"Hello, I assume these to men are your brothers'?" The friendly doctor asked. Madison nodded. Not having the strength to answer.

"Well, I'm Jack Peterson and I have been looking over your sister's test results. Before I go on, can I ask you some personal history questions? It will help with the results," again all Madison could do was nod.

"Have you smoked in the past? Or lived in a highly polluted area?"

"Umm, yea I smoked cigarettes and I also… had a drug problem. I lived in a city for most of my life, so if that constitutes as a highly polluted area…" Madison stated.

The doctor nodded, taking notes, "This explains the results we have found. We have determined that you have is Small Cell Lung Cancer. Unfortunately this form of lung cancer moves rapidly. We have to more tests to see if the cancer has spread anywhere else."

The doctor could see the utter looks of complete devastation on all three people.

"Umm…do you think it has spread anywhere else?" Dean asked shakily.

"Typically with this case of cancer, it has already spread to a different part of the body before diagnosed."

Sam made a small noise that got caught in the back of his throat; he stood up, pacing back and forth, running his hand through his hair. Dean sat on the bed too shell shocked to even move, while Madison kept staring at her sleeping daughter.

"Treatment? Isn't there some kind of treatment?" Dean asked quietly.

"Yes, if you agree we would like to start the Chemotherapy today."

Madison's mind was racing. One minute she was playing with her daughter in the rain, now she was sitting in the hospital, being told she had cancer and she needed chemo right away. Madison wasn't even concerned for herself anymore, but for her family. She asked the question no one wanted to ask.

"How long do I have?" she whispered in an odd sense of calm.

"Madison, the cancer has spread rapidly, it already is in both lungs and the lung lining. As of right now, the chemotherapy will just give you a few more months."

Sam had heard enough and ran from the room. Dean stayed sitting next to Madison, his entire world crashing around him.

"How long doctor?" Madison asked.

"Four months, six tops, depending on where the cancer has spread."

Madison nodded her head and she felt Dean's body shaking, as if going into shock. She leaned forward and gently took his face in her hands. He crumbled, sobbing hysterically, hugging his sister, and rocking back and forth. Madison held him, and let him hold onto her. That odd sense of calm still entrapped Madison. But it was broken when she heard one…single…word…

"Mommy?"