Sorry about the wait. School is so busy and i just don't have a lot of time. Here's the update, and thanx for all the reviews!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i appreciate it more than you know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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It was a month into the treatment and Madison and Brianna were watching a movie in her bed. Dean's work called and told him not to come in. They had no power at the garage due to a car accident so there was no point just sitting around. After the boys had cleaned up dinner, they were spending time with the girls in Madison's room as well.

Madison and Brianna were wearing their matching bandanas and snuggling in the bed and Dean was in the chair and Sam was lying on the floor. All of them were laughing and joking, just enjoying the evening.

Madison was feeling particularly sick as she sat with her family. She was finding it more difficult to breathe and she felt weak. She lay still on the bed, just taking in the time with her family.

"Mommy?"

"Yea, sweet heart."

"Why doesn't Snow White just say no to the evil witch?"

"I don't…know. She didn't…know…she was not…a…nice lady," Madison whispered.

Both Dean and Sam picked up on her tone of voice and looked at their sister.

"She's pretty dumb. Why would you eat a apple from a stranger?" Brianna stated indignantly, clearly shocked by Snow White's "audacity."

Madison laughed at her daughter, but was quickly overtaken by coughing and struggling gasps for air.

"Mommy? Mommy, what's wrong?" Madison screamed, frightened by her mother's sudden fit. Madison tried to assure her daughter she was ok, but couldn't control her.

Dean quickly got the oxygen mask onto his sisters' face and tried to help calm her down. Brianna ran from the room and Sam ran after her.

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Sam found the little girl's door closed and he gently opened it. He found her lying on her small bed, faced buried in her pillow and her body wracked with sobs.

"Brianna what's wrong?" He asked scooping up the little girl in his arms. She hiccupped and sobbed, wiping her tears.

"It's…it's…m-m-my f-f-fault," she sobbed out.

"What is?" He whispered.

"It's…my fault…Mommy's s-s-sick," she whispered, turning her sad eyes to her uncle's.

"Baby, why would you think that?" Sam asked flabbergasted, holding her tighter.

"We…played in the …rain and now…I made…her laugh…and made her…cough. I did it," she cried harder, taking in shuddering breaths.

"Oh baby, this is not your fault you hear me," he pulled her face into his big hands and gently turned his face to face his.

"You did not do this. Sometimes Mommy's and Uncle's just get sick. But it's not sweet little girls' like you that cause it. If anything, you make Mommy feel better everyday."

Brianna batted her tear soaked eye lashes, "I do?"

Sam nodded and kissed her forehead. "You did not make your Mommy sick. I promise you."

Dean came rushing around the corner. "Come on, we have to go to the hospital."

Sam dressed Brianna in some warm clothes and met Dean in Madison's room. She was unconscious, but just breathing. Dean picked her up and couldn't believe how light she had gotten. They made it to the hospital in record time.

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Dean, Sam, and Brianna waited in the weighting room, again. Time passed slowly and what felt like a eternity later, the doctor came out.

Dean and Sam left Brianna sitting in the chair and they made their way to the doctor.

"How is she?" Dean asked, but by the look on the doctor's face, he knew it wasn't good.

"I'm sorry boys. The cancer has spread to her liver and to all of her lymph nodes. She doesn't have much time."