AN : I'm so sorry I just assume people can read my mind and see that I already have this chapter written out in my mind, I was jumping the gun a bit and forgot about this part so sorry.

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The nurses were frantic around Dean, his sudden awakening stunned them all, and his struggle with them seemed to come out of nowhere.

"Where's Sam!" he tried to yell, fighting the nurses off the best he could, he needed to go see his brother, he needed to see Sam.

"Dean, you have to calm down, your brother his fine, but if you don't calm down, you won't see him"

"I want to see him now" Dean said as he tried to calm down, tried to control his temper, if it meant seeing Sam then it was worth it, he relaxed his body, and he could feel the sleep starting to tug at him again, he fought to keep his eyes open, but it was no use, his fatigued body gave in once again to the darkness.

Dean's dreams were like a broken record, playing the same scene over and over again, making him watch his brother writher in pain over and over. He wanted to wake up, the pain in the dreams too much for him to handle.

His eyes shot open once again, he wasted no time in trying to get up from his bed, a hand came over his chest, forcing him back down.

"If you can calm down and relax, let the doctor look you over you might be able to see Sam today" the nurse said, her aggravation clear through her words. But she was happy when she felt the young man finally relax under her, 'finally' she thought to herself.

Dean closed his eyes and tried to count to ten, one of the many things his father had told him to do when he lost his temper. It wasn't working though, he wanted to see Sam and if he didn't see him soon, he was going to lose it.

"Hello Dean, good to see you finally awake" a doctor said as he walked into the room, "Heard that you wanted to see your brother" Dean made no response.

"I'm just going to check you over then I will figure out a way for you to go see your brother." The doctor said as he moved close to Dean, beginning to check his vitals to ensure that the man was stable.

"I'm going to want to do a few tests just to be on the safe side," he began, eliciting a glare from Dean, "But, your vitals are fine, and from the way you struggled you seem to be doing ok, I'll allow you to be wheeled down to your brothers room, he is a little bit groggy, but I know you want to see him" the doctor took pity on the Winchester laying before him, he knew what it was like to have a younger brother, and he didn't blame Dean for acting the way he did, he just hoped that he could handle what Sam had in store for him.

"Thanks Doc." Dean said quietly, he needed to see his brother, but he was scared of what he may find when he went up to his little brothers room.

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It seemed to take forever for Dean to finally make it to Sam's room, and when he finally wheeled in, it took the air out of his lungs, and drained the colour from his face. He wasn't prepared to see Sammy in a hospital bed, it was an image he was sure he would never forget, forever burned into the back of his mind, he had failed Sammy in some way, let him get hurt.

The nurse wheeled him up to the side of the bed, "Can we be alone?" Dean asked, his voice choking slightly from all the emotions running through him.

"Of course, but not long" the nurse said as she walked out.

Dean was glad to hear the door shut as he looked back at Sam, "Hey Sammy" he said, trying to stay strong. "What are you doing in this bed?" he asked, hoping for a response.

"Come on Sam, wake up now" he pleaded, he watched his brother, it was then that he noticed the small twitch, and the movement of the hand. Dean reached up and grabbed his brothers hand, ignoring the pain in his side, "That's it Sam, time to wake up"

Sam groaned as he opened his eyes slowly, the effects of the drugs he had been given still in his system. He tried to focus his vision as he looked up, he smiled as he made eye contact with Dean.

"Dean" he whispered, he struggled to keep his eyes open, never wanting to lose sight of his brother. He didn't want to be alone.

"Hey Sam, how are you?" Dean asked

"Been better" Sam slurred, trying to smile, to mask his pain, but he knew he couldn't fool Dean.

"What's going on here Sam?" Dean finally asked, not wanting to push his brother into anything, but knowing that he needed the truth, he needed to know what happened.

"Bad news Dean" was all Sam said, the drugs starting to win the fight over his body.

"What?! What do you mean Sam?" Dean yelled at him, wanting to shake him, but thinking better of it.

"Sam?" Dean pleaded, his head down, "I can't help you if I don't know what's going on."

"You couldn't help him even if you did know what was going on" a voice came from the doorway, the nurse stood, her face full of pity.

"What do you mean"

"Dean, I'm not supposed to tell you this, but I know your brother would want you to know" she started to walk closer, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Dean, Sam is very sick, the doctors believe that he has cancer, a very curable cancer, but cancer nonetheless"

The older hunter sat, wide eyed, he didn't understand, Sam didn't smoke, he hardly drank, he ate healthy, how the hell does he get cancer.

The nurse, as if reading his thoughts began to go into a little more detail, "Its one of those things that just sort of happens, it's a very unfortunate situation, but it is curable. Dean you have to be strong for Sam now, he's going to need you"

He just nodded, he already knew that, he bit his lip as he looked back up at Sam, his face pale and withdrawn; he held the look of a person who was ill. How could he have not noticed before, how could he let that slip through.

'It doesn't matter now' he thought to himself as he was wheeled away, tears falling from his eyes ' all that matters is Sammy.' But he just couldn't get that sinking feeling out of his stomach, he had failed, what was dad going to think of this, and how was he even going to tell him.

AN: I'm so sorry again

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