AN: So I though no one would mind if I tried to post another chapter, I'm lying in bed most of them time sleeping, so I figured I would put writing in there as well. Hope you enjoy!

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The snow crunch under Sam's shoes as he walked up the pathway, his actions slow as he tried to take in everything that was being thrown at him. The cancer, the hospital, the treatment, and now him and Dean were moving into a small house that Dean had managed to find on the market. It wasn't much but it was more than he was expecting, and of course that was just like his older brother, making it so Sam always had the best he could provide, even when they were kids.

"Well Sammy… this is it, its not much but I got a good deal, and its close to the hospital" Dean tried to smile, but his heart was heavy as he thought about the months that were ahead of him and his brother. They had survived the first round of treatment with little to no side effects, Sam had felt slightly nauseous after his first day but had pulled through the rest of the chemo with little trouble, now they were faced with the possibility of losing his hair, and of course bottoming out, two things Dean wasn't looking forward to.

"Ya, it looks good Dean" he said as he walked into the house, his head down, he didn't want to trap Dean in a house, didn't want him to have to stop from the hunt he craved, now he was forced to get a job, to leave the hunt and be with his sorry ass. He wished the cancer would just end it quick, let them both be free from its grasps.

"I'm gonna head up to bed" he said quietly, hoping maybe he wouldn't wake.

"You sure? You don't want anything to eat?" Dean asked, concern for his brother showing through as he put a hand on his back, steadying his stance because of his weakened legs.

"Ya, I'm sure, I'll have something tomorrow" he said, looking at his tired brother, "Okay, your room is down the hall, last room on your left, mine is right across from yours, and the bathroom is down the hall, the only nice thing about bungalows, everything is on the same floor." Deans said trying to smile again, but his heavy heart once again seemed to weigh down his mouth.

Sam just nodded as he headed down the hall to his bedroom, pausing to shake his legs a little bit, a dull pain resonating in his knees as he opened the door, looking at the small bed in the corner of the small room, a big window in the middle of the room which he was glad for, he lived for natural light. He settled down in his bed the ache only dulling slightly as he pulled the covers up, impressed that Dean had fixed the house so well before he got there, even though most of the furniture came with the house, his brother had still managed to make the beds and make it so the house was livable. He closed his eyes, ignoring the pain in his joints, taking a shaky breath as he tried to forget the life he was living.

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The night was quiet, both brothers sleeping peacefully in the new walls they had come to call home. Dean was tossing and turning, trying to chase away the night mares that plagued his dreams, the thought of losing Sam, of not being able to help him, terrified the older brother, he wasn't used to dealing with something that wasn't supernatural in nature, wasn't used to having no control. All he could do was keep Sam comfortable, and if that meant him finding a job and renting a house, he had no problem doing it for his brother. He turned over, his eyes wide open, his thoughts drifting back to Sammy, and he got up, wanting to see, to make sure the younger hunter was okay.

He walked quietly up to Sam's room, opening the door as quietly as he could, the creak from the door seeming to echo off the walls of the small house. Dean winced glancing into the room, happy to see Sam shift, but not wake up, he stood there for what seemed like forever, just staring at his brothers pale complexion in the soft moon light, he wanted to trade places with his Sammy, take away all the pain, but he didn't know how. "I'll never leave you Sammy" he said quietly, his voice choking in emotion as he turned and closed the door, walking back to his room, unaware of the small beads of sweat that had started to form on the younger brothers skin.

It wasn't the fever that woke Sam, no it was the dull ache in his bones that caused him to stir. He rolled onto his side, hoping that the change in position would fix the pain, but his joints just hurt more. His knees, hips, elbows, wrists, hell even his fingers throbbed in pain, agonizing pain that seemed to intensify with each passing moment. He groaned in pain, shifting his position again, still no better. He grabbed the extra pillow under his head and put it under his knees, still no better.

"Oh god" he groaned his face twisting from the pain that was pulsing through his joints.

"make it stop" he said through clenched teeth, as he began to thrash in his bed, frustration and pain mixing together as the tears started to fall. 'Come on deep breaths, keep it together' he thought to himself trying to take deep shaky breaths in. 'But it hurts so fucking much!' he yelled at himself as he threw his pillow across the room, grabbing at his head as the tears ran down is cheeks, he struggled to bring his feet off the bed, sitting up and steadying himself on the floor. He knew he needed to something for the pain, anything.

He walked towards the kitchen, his steps small and shaky, his ankles feeling as if they were going to snap under the weight of his own body. He reached for the Tylenol remembering that that was the only painkiller the doctor had permitted him to use,

'Have to take your temperature first' he thought to himself as he picked up the bottle. "Fuck that" he said aloud, not caring about a stupid fever, just wanting the pain to stop.

"Damn Child locks" he muttered as his shaky hands tried to open the bottle. His joints screaming out, the pain becoming unbearable as his hands shook so bad he couldn't even read the bottles label.

"Dammit" he yelled in frustration throwing the bottle across the small kitchen, falling to the floor, his body falling into the fetal position, trying to hide from the pain.

"Please, stop the pain, please go away" he whimpered softly, his tears pooling on the floor. "please"

His rocking stopped as he felt a hand on his back, "hey Sammy" came the quiet voice of his older brother, who had awoken to the sound of the Tylenol bottle hitting the wall.

"Hey Sam?" he asked quietly again, as he helped Sam get up off the floor, noticing the tears the younger hunter tried to wipe away. "Hey, come on lets get you up to the couch" he said trying to be as comforting as he could, only to realize it was a little harder than it looked. He steadied his brother as they walked over, concern etched into his features as Sams body shook, "What's going on Sammy?"

"I just have some pain in my joints, they're throbbing" Sam grunted out as he sat back on the couch near the kitchen.

"Ya, is that why you went psycho on the Tylenol?" Dean asked trying to lighten the mood, seeing the pain in Sams eyes, "See Sammy, that's something a twelve year old chubby Kid would do, that's why you're still Sammy" he said smiling as he got the bottle and removed two pills.

Sam wanted to respond, and on any other day he would have had some sort of response, but now, now he was trying to keep back the sobs as his body shook, he had never experienced such pain before in his life.

He gratefully accepted the pills and water, in shaking hands; he swallowed them back and put his head back, closing his eyes, waiting for the pills to start working. "please start soon' he begged.

He felt his older brother take a seat beside him, the soft glow from the television emanating through the room, peaking under his closed eyes, Match Game echoing in the room. Sam smiled at the show, he wasn't sure why his brother had such a fixation with Match Game, "god that Betty White was hot back then" he heard dean comment, making him laugh quietly. "You're kidding right?" he answered back, opening his eyes and looking at his brother, who was smiling at the TV.

They sat and watched TV for two hours, the Tylenol had kicked in, but didn't take away the pain, only dulled it slightly. Finally after two hours of suffering Sam was consumed by sleep. Resting his head back, his mouth wide open, groaning every so often as he tried to shift around on the couch.

Dean glanced over, glad to see his little brother finally asleep, "Okay Sammy, time to go to bed" he said as he nudged him softly, causing him to stir slightly.

"what?" he asked, his voice groggy.

"Its okay Sam, lets get up and head back to bed, okay?" Dean asked as he helped Sam up, putting his around his waist as Sam rested his arm on his shoulder. "mmhmm" was the only reply he got as he and Sam slowly made their way back to Sam's room, resting the young hunter on his bed. Dean watched as his brother moved groaning once again, "God I wish I could help you Sammy" Dean said, trying to adjust the pillows around Sam, trying to make it as comfortable as he could.

"You do too much for me already" Sam said quietly as he fell back asleep, unbeknownst to him of how much his words meant to his suddenly speechless brother.

"I can never do too much for you Sam" he responded, his voice thick with emotion once again as he reached up and rubbed Sam's head, only to pull away with a thick clump of brown hair. His eyes went wide as he looked at the clump of hair, "oh no" he said as he tried to get the hair out of his hand, hoping that maybe it wasn't real, he hadn't just pulled Sam's hair out, but knowing what he had to do the next morning.

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The light peaked through Sam's curtains into his small room, his joints still aching, but not as bad as during the night. He made his way out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, yawning and trying to stretch his sore bones.

He looked at his pale face, he looked so pathetic, his eyes still puffy from crying the night before. He washed some cool water over his face, wanting to refresh his tired features, as he ran his hands through his hair, something felt different. As he began to pull his hand away his mouth dropped in surprise as the hair in his hand followed, becoming detached from his head without him even knowing it. "Oh shit" he mumbled as he grasped the hair tightly, "no" he said panic rising up, his hands hovering over his head, not wanting to lose his hair, trying to think of a way to stop it.

"Oh shit shit shit" was his mantra as he frantically searched the washroom for some sort of cure, desperation written all over his actions.

"Hey Sam" he heard from the doorway, spinning around quick, not wanting Dean to know the situation he was in. "hey, ya I was just looking for my toothbrush"

The older boy just nodded, pity written all over his face, "Sam" he began, "I know, I found out last night" he couldn't bring himself to say what he had found out, but he had set up a chair in his bedroom, and had gotten his shaver out, he couldn't sleep after he had pulled away the hair, so he wanted to make sure Sam was as comfortable as possible as he shaved his head. He figured Sam would want him to shave his head, not some stranger, and he knew that he would rather do it as well.

"Come on Sam" he said quietly as he put a hand on his brothers shoulder, noticing the tears that had started to build once more in his eyes. The doctor had warned him that losing ones hair, although insignificant in the whole process, was the hardest thing a person had to face. "I've got something set up so we can take care of this"

The brothers walked down the hall into Deans room, both quiet, both feeling as if they were walking down death row, Sam felt as if people from cells should be jeering them on as they passed. He tensed as he reached the room and saw what was there. A chair in the middle of the room, a table set beside it with a shaver on it.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to face he mirror, or if you wanted to look out the window"

"window" he responded quietly, not wanting to have to sit in the chair at all, but was thankful that it was his brother who was going to be doing this.

The morning was still young, but that didn't stop the children who were playing in the cold winter air, throwing snowballs at one another laughing and playing. Sam smiled at the scene as he heard the shaver go on, "You ready?" He only nodded as he tried to forget what was happening, putting himself in the children's shoes, laughing and playing along with them. The first chunk of hair fell to the ground, he could see the reflection in the window, he tried to look past it, tried not to lose his cool as Dean kept going. He looked at the innocence of the children, wanting that innocence back, and not even in the supernatural kinda way, he wanted to know what it felt like to not be sick, to not lose his hair, to not be a burden. He felt the breeze on one side of his head, now it was a matter of fighting back the sobs, because the tears were once again flowing freely, he hated crying and yet that's all he ever seemed to do.

Dean's hands were shaking as he picked up the shaver, he didn't want to do this, he didn't want to take his brothers hair, "You ready?" he faintly heard himself say over the buzz of the razor, he saw the nod, and without thinking brought the razor down to his brothers head. It was like an out of body experience as he watched himself shave Sammy's head, in any other situation he would have been ecstatic that he was finally able to shave off his brothers longer hair, but now, he could see the balding spots from where the hair had already fallen out. 'Shit Sammy' he thought to himself as he continued to shave, sparing a glance at his brother who was having a hard time keeping it together, he didn't blame him though, hell he was having a hard time keeping it together and he wasn't the one who was losing his hair.

"There ya go Sammy, like a new man" he tried to smile as he rubbed Sams head, he saw the tears falling, he crouched down beside Sam, knowing that this was turning into a chick flick moment, but it was something he wanted, a chick flick moment that he was craving for as he embraced his brother. "Its okay Sam" he said softly as the younger boy cried in his shoulder. "Everything is going to be okay" he repeated, his own tears falling onto Sams shoulder, it killed him inside to not know if everything really was going to be okay.

AN: There you go, another chapter finished, it took me a few days to write this, between the sleeping and the being ill, ever trying vomiting with a sore throat, not as fun as it sounds. But hey you know, life goes on.

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