AN: here we go, a borrowed a concept from tonight's episode for this chapter, of course it is going to be different. Also I forgot to mention this story is an AU because it won't follow the show.

Disclaimer: See ch. 1

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The hospital was quiet; the halls empty as the night rush of people had ended. It was as if as the sun rose in the early morning, peace and tranquility followed with it, giving everyone a chance, even if it was only for a few minuets, to breathe in the fresh air of a new day, everyone but Sam.

No he didn't greet the day like a new beginning or a fresh start, how could he? He was rotting from the inside out, the disease eating away at his insides, taking control of his body, of his life, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and pretend it was all a dream, that they had confused his x-ray with someone else's. But as the time ticked away it became harder and harder to accept that dream as a reality.

His left arm began shaking as the familiar tingling sensation began, the tingling quickly turned into burning as another does of steroids ran through his IV and up his left arm. His quick intake of air alerted the nurse to his pain, causing her to jump into action, sending a barrage of questions at the young hunter.

Sam didn't hear the questions, his mind still not registering that it was him in the hospital bed. He managed to whisper "My arm burns" through clenched teeth.

The nurse gave a sigh of relief as she diluted the steroids, glad that it wasn't something much more serious.

The burning began to fade, and Sam relaxed, he hated waiting, but in a hospital that's all one ever really seemed to do, and he knew he had a lot of waiting that he was in store for, for the rest of the day. He was scheduled for so many tests that he couldn't keep track as to what one was next, or how many he really did have. All he knew was that he was waiting in the hallway outside of the CT room, waiting for his turn for a CAT scan, and that he had a surgery planned for the afternoon, where he was going to be having various procedures, ranging from liquid being drained from his right lung, to having bone marrow aspirations done to his hips. He wasn't looking forward to the surgery, not only because he was going to be awake for the whole thing, but also because this would be the first medical procedure he was going to go through without Dean waiting for him in the recovery room, and that scared him.

The thought of Dean caused Sam to stir from his silence, "When do I get to see Dean?" he asked the nurse.

"Soon" was the only reply he got, causing his blood to boil, he wanted to see his brother, now, "No. I want to see Dean now" he called back, the emotional stress of the night before showing on the fatigued hunter.

The nurse replied calmly, knowing not to upset the young man anymore, "How about right before surgery, so you can get all the tests out of the way" she suggested sweetly.

Sam just nodded, defeat written across his features, 'how can I be defeated already?' he thought to himself. 'It hasn't even been 24 hours since I found out yet. How can some disease destroy who I am already?' he questioned shaking his head, upset at how pathetic he was. 'Its cause Deans not here' his subconscious screamed at him, but he pushed it back, Dean had his own problems to deal with.

"Its your turn Sam" the nurse broke through his thoughts, helping him sit up and move into the CT room, laying him down on the metal slab that had been draped with a sheet and had a pillow on it.

He laid back and looked up at the grey ceiling, the whole room was grey and sterile, ' I hate the colour grey' he thought to himself as he turned his attention to the nurse who was attaching his IV to another machine in the room.

The nurse looked down to the lifeless brown eyes; she smiled at the young man trying to offer reassurance to him. "Don't worry, we will tell you what you have to do, just lay still. You may feel very warm as the contrast is started, don't worry that feeling will go away. If you have any questions just ask, we can hear you in the other room." She finished smiling again, patting his shoulder as she walked out of the room.

The young hunter gave no response; he just turned his head and continued to look at the grey ceiling as the machine started up. The metal slab began to move, bringing him through the almost donut hole shape of the CT machine. The warm sensation began to course through Sam's body, causing sweat to brim on his forehead as the machine started to give instructions.

"Deep Breath in"

The young Winchester did as he was told

"Hold It"

The machine began to spin as he was sent through again.

"Release"

Sam hesitated, he didn't want to release his breath, he wanted to keep holding it in, to keep it there until his face turned purple and there was no breath left in him to give.

SIX HOURS LATER

It had been a long day and Sam was exhausted from the constant tests, and the endless meetings with various doctors, who were going to be at the surgery in the next hour or so.

Now he was all showered up, with some help from a nurse, a not so attractive nurse, but that wasn't what he was going to tell Dean, whom he was going to see.

The athletic hunter walked slowly, not used to dragging an IV pole around with him, his body weak and sore from the stress of the past 18 hours. And yet as he reached Deans room that all disappeared, instead his nerves started to take control of his body, his hand shaking over the door handle. He knew what to expect, the Doctor had explained it to him, that Dean, who was in stable condition now, was in a coma from the severity of his injuries, but that he had pulled through the worst of it the night before.

Sam took a deep breath as he walked into the room, a wave of guilt washed over him as he looked at his older brother laying there, helpless on the bed. He hadn't been there for his brother the night before when he needed it the most, he could have lost Dean and he wouldn't have been there.

Tears fell from Sam's eyes, he quickly wiped them away as he sat in a chair beside his brother's bed, grabbing the lifeless hand that lay at Deans side, holding it tight, never wanting to let go.

He tried to find the words to say to his sleeping brother, but every time he tried to talk his voice couldn't be found. He lowered his head, squeezing the lifeless hand tighter, finally finding his voice.

"Hey Dean" he choked out looking back up.

"Its me, Sam, I just wanted to see how you were doing." He continued looking for any sort of response.

"You know, I've had the weirdest day, but it wasn't without its perks. "Sam smiled, thinking back to his embarrassing shower. "I had the hottest nurse help me shower today, sponge bath and everything, but, you know, don't get to jealous, I've seen some older ladies looking after you, maybe they keep all the good looking nurses with the attractive brother" Sam laughed at his lie, hoping to get some sort of rise from his brother, but only to be met with his sleeping form.

His voice choked up again as he squeezed his brothers hand once more, "I need you to get better Dean." He begged, "I need you Dean, and you can't get out of this family so easily" he smiled once more as the tears started to fall down his cheeks. He didn't bother wiping them away, even as the door opened and his nurse came to take him to surgery. "I'll be back Dean" he said as he was led out the door.

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Dean watched Sam leave the room, instantly getting up and following his brother and the nurse. "Surgery" he muttered to himself, not believing the words as they played over in his head. "What the hell is going on little brother" he said as he continued to follow.

The older hunter had watched Sam interact with his body in his room, he wasn't sure why he was having an out of body experience, but at this point it was the furthest thing from his mind, he had to figure out what was going on with Sam.

He had been startled by Sam's appearance when he first walked into the room, his face was pale, tired and withdrawn, and his young body appeared weak and fragile as he took small steps. He had tried to call out to him, wanting to know what was wrong, to see if he was okay, but his cries fell on deaf ears.

And now with the mention of surgery… Dean mind was reeling at what could be wrong with his little brother, he wanted to wake up, he needed to be there for Sammy, but he didn't know how to do it. So following him around was going to have to do for now, he had no plans on leaving Sammy's side.

He walked behind the pair, muttering to himself when he suddenly heard Sam's weak voice.

"When is he going to wake up?"

"Soon Sammy, I'm waking up soon!" Dean yelled out, hoping Sam could hear his cries.

"There's no way to tell, I would give it time Sam." The nurse replied, trying to offer comfort in a situation that held so little.

"What?!" the older hunter yelled at the nurse, "Don't you listen to her Sam, I'm gonna be awake before you know it."

Sam just nodded as he entered into the surgery room; he acknowledged all of the doctors he had met throughout the day as he was guided to the table in the middle of the room.

Dean watched as his younger brother lay down, fear evident in his eyes as he tried to scan the room and all the people in it. Dean tried to get as close as he could, but there were too many people around the table, talking to his younger brother, explaining what they were doing. "Hang in there Sammy" he said quietly watching in horror as the various instruments were being brought out for the procedures.

Dean never took his eyes off of Sam, he watched his brother and unconsciously offered words of encouragement to him, wanting to offer his brother any sort of comfort he could.

It had been a little over an hour since everything had started in the surgery room and Dean sighed in relief as he heard the doctors announce that they were starting the last procedure. He watched as his little brothers eyes fluttered open, he tried to crouch down so he could be in Sam's view, just in case he saw him. He watched as Sam's eyes went from calm to a look of pain as he cried out. Dean jumped up, looking at what the doctors were doing; a large needle had been inserted into Sam's hip.

Sam cried out again as the doctors continued to work, Dean started to panic.

"What the hell!" He yelled out. He crouched back to Sam's eye level, "Listen Sammy, its okay, I'm here, just keep calm, deep breaths it will be over soon" Sam looked down at him.

"Dean?" he asked quietly, causing the older hunter to smile, his eyes welling up with tears, "Ya Sammy its me, don't worry I got you now, it will be over soon"

Another cry came from the young mans lips, Dean tried to reach out for Sam, just to touch him, but he felt something tug back at him. He stood up as he felt himself being tugged out of the room. He tried to fight back but he couldn't. "Sam!" He yelled as he was being pulled out, another cry of pain coming from Sam.

"SAMMY!" Dean yelled as he was pulled through the hospital corridors back into his room to his sleeping body.

He opened his eyes, startling the nurse doing his vitals, "Sammy" he whispered.