Madison looked at Dean and he nodded. Dean left the room in order to find Sam. Madison wiped the tears from her face and patted the bed next to her, signaling Brianna to come sit by her.

Brianna snuggled into her mom's chest; Madison placing an arm around her daughter pulling her as close as possible.

"Why are you crying, Mommy? Are you feeling better?" Brianna asked, looking at her mom with her beautiful blue eyes.

Madison looked at her daughter's face taking in every freckle, bump, and every shape. She couldn't imagine not waking up every morning and seeing her bubbly face…

Madison looked up at the ceiling, trying to compose herself and hide her tears. She felt Brianna reach her hand up and wipe her tears.

"Don't cry Mommy," she whispered, and kissed Madison's cheek. Madison pulled her into a hug and sat there for a long time.

"Are you still sick Mommy?" Brianna asked, still hugging her mom.

Madison tried to find the best words to describe the toughest thing to tell a child. How do you tell your child you're not gonna be around anymore.

"Yea, baby, Mommy's still sick. The doctor did a whole bunch of tests to see why I fell in the kitchen," Brianna nodded and Madison continued.

"Well the doctor told me that I have a very big cold that is affecting my lungs and could affect other parts of me too. It's not a cold you can catch, but sometimes people get these colds and have to go on ultra-special medicine to try and make them feel better. They put the medicine in this little tube that goes into my arm like magic!"

"Kinda like in Mary Poppins when…when she sings a spoon full of sugar?" Brianna asked.

"Kind of. This medicine will make Mommy sick, but it will help my big cold a little better."

"If it makes you sick, why do you take it? Will it hurt you?" Brianna whispered fearfully.

"The medicine I will take is very strong to beat the bad cold. Remember when Uncle Sam hurt his knee and when they gave him medicine he got all those little, itchy bumps?"

Brianna nodded.

"Well, sometimes medicines you take make your body do funny things. For Uncle Sam, he got all itchy and did a funny little dance," Brianna giggled when she remembered Uncle Sam doing the itchy dance.

"Well, with Mommy's medicine, it will make her belly hurt, she will be very tired, and it may make her lose her hair."

"You'll lose your hair?" Brianna asked.

"Yea I might. So you and I need to go to the store and find some pretty head wraps to decorate Mommy with."

Brianna sat for a moment and contemplated all the information she was given.

"Will you have to stay at the hospital?"

"No, I'll come to get my medicine and come home. I'll have to keep this little tube in my nose to help me breathe."

Again, Brianna sat very quietly.

"Why was Uncle Dean crying so much?"

"Well, he's worried about us. Mommy is very sick," Madison replied, hoping the answer would be enough.

"Mommy, are you gonna die like Grandpa did?" Brianna asked, her little voice quivering, tears brimming her petite eye lids.

"I don't know baby. All I know is I am going to fight very hard to stay here with you, Uncle Dean and Uncle Sam, but I can not promise you that I won't pass away. We just have to spend so much time together and have as much fun as we can, ok?'

Brianna looked at her Mom and nodded, her little lip quivering.

"Come here, sweet pea," Brianna snuggled into her Mom's arms and the two girls cried.

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Dean couldn't believe what just happened. How could things be spiraling so out of control so fast? He stopped in the hall to regain his composure. He rubbed his hands over his face and braced his body against the wall. Anyone who saw him could tell he has the wait of the world on his shoulders.

Breathe Dean, Breath. We can do this. Madison is strong, we'll fight this, he told himself over and over, hoping he would believe it. Commotion in the room next to him stirred him from his thoughts. He opened the door to find Sam sitting in the room in the dark.

"Sam, what are you doing in here?" Dean asked, walking up and sitting next to his brother.

"Hiding," Sam answered honestly, that made Dean crack a smile. Both boys sat in silence, comforted only by the other.

"Dean, what are we gonna do?" Sam asked his voice cracking.

"We're gonna face this. We're gonna help Madison and Brianna get through this. We have to."

"I'm scared for her Dean. Chemo is no joke. And this whole cancer thing…what if it spread to places even worse than the lungs?" Sam was pleading with his brother for answers, hoping he would be the light at the end of his very dark tunnel.

Dean didn't answer him because he had the same concerns for their sister as Sam did.

"Come on, we need to get back to the girls."

Together, shoulder to shoulder, the Winchesters' began to brace themselves for the fight for their sisters' life.

----------------------------------------------------

Dean and Sam made their way back to Madison's room where they found the girls laughing.

"What's so funny?" Dean asked, amazed that either could be laughing at a time like this.

"Remember when Uncle Sam did the itchy dance?" giggled Brianna, causing her mom to laugh as well.

"Hey! That wasn't funny, I was really itchy!" Sam stated indignantly, face turning red. Sam turned to Dean, whose face also began to smirk.

"Why did we have to bring this up? That was a while ago…" Sam grumbled, faking being mad.

"Mommy says the strong medicine she's gonna take to help the big cold will make her body act funny, like yours did when you took medicine."

Sam and Dean nodded their heads; she had broken the news to Brianna.

"Your Mom is a smart lady," Dean said, sitting on the bed with his niece and sister