AN: Thanks to charmed for betaing this for me so quick. Italics means its a dream

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The cool winter air stung Sam's face as he walked to the Impala, his hand hugging softly over his stomach, there was no way around it, he felt like complete shit. The bought of vomiting in the hospital continued once at home, and had been progressing throughout the night.

He groaned as he sat in the car, his hand brushing against the small piece of IV that was attached to the butterfly needle that was hanging freely from his chest, tugging every so often.

"You okay there Sam?"

The young hunter just nodded, not liking the idea of opening his mouth when bile still sat in his tender sore throat.

Dean didn't pressure his brother. He knew Sam felt like shit, hell he had heard it throughout the night, staying up with Sam as he lay on the bathroom floor with nothing but a blanket over his small form, shivering and sweating beyond control.

Dean knew that vomiting was something to be expected with chemotherapy, but he hadn't expected it to be so violent so early in the treatment, 'what, you thought it was just going to be easy?' he thought harshly as another groan came from his brother as the car started down the road. Pity for his brother coming over him once again, 'say something, anything' he thought to himself, his eyes shifting from the road to his brother, his mind trying to think of the right words to say to give him the strength to go on.

But nothing, nothing popped out, his mind completely blank, it seemed to be the normal thing now a days. Much different than how his life with his brother used to be.. Before he would have known what to say to Sammy to comfort him in any situation, to offer hope when no hope seemed to be left. But this, this was something that even made Dean feel helpless, the failure to protect his brother ate at his heart, his soul.

The older Winchester turned his attention back to the road, glad that they were almost at the hospital. His thoughts lingering back to a few weeks before this had all happened. Thinking back to how sick Sam had looked, how pale his complexion had become, how little he had eaten, how the coughing had been so violent, and of course, how Dean had ignored it all. Dismissing his brother's sickness as nothing but a common cold, condemning his brother to a quiet death if the tumor hadn't have been found.

"Almost there Sammy" Dean said as his brother groaned once more.

WAITING ROOM

The room was busy for such an ungodly hour, everyone wanting to get their names in quickly so they could enjoy the comforts of the few beds in the daycare.

Dean stood in the line, quietly brooding while Sam had quickly made his way to the waiting room. Desperately seeking a seat, wanting nothing more than to just get off his feet, every step he took causing his stomach to toss and turn violently like an ocean on a stormy day.

The young Winchester sat in a far corner, trying to get away from the other patients in the small room, and yet still in an area where he could see his older brother.

Smacking his lips as he felt his saliva building up in the back of his throat, quickly filling up in his mouth as he swallowed it back, fighting the sign of impending vomiting. He quickly reached into his pocket, bringing out a jolly rancher candy, unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth, relishing in the taste. He had found out last night that by doing something as simple as sucking on a candy it fought the nausea, settling his stomach ever so slightly.

Curling up into the corner, resting his head against the warm wall, his eyes closing, his sleep deprived body screaming for rest, but his nauseous stomach keeping his mind alert. He fought for the sleep he craved but it was a battle he couldn't win.

He sat silently, unsure of how much time had passed, opening his eyes only as he felt a person sit beside him on the couch. He turned, expecting to see his brother's concerned eyes staring back at him, but instead was met with the gaze of an elderly lady, whom, if she wouldn't have spoken then, Sam would have thought she was senile.

"I hope you don't mind me sitting here?"

Sam wanted to say yes, that the old bag was in Deans spot, but he just shook his head.

"Oh good" Smiled the old lady, her bald head gleaming in the light of the room, the effects of the chemo leaving the tell tale signs in her features. "My name is Florence"

Sam couldn't help but smile back, feeling oddly comfortable in the woman's presence.

"Hey, the names Sam"

"Oh what a nice name, for a handsome young man"

The young hunter scoffed, 'Handsome? The old lady was obviously blind.'

"Now Sam, don't you think that you aren't handsome, with your striking features, and your eyes that show so much emotion… like two gateways to your soul."

Sam shuddered slightly, the woman's words comforting, taking away the negativity that had etched its way into Sam's soul, "Thanks?"

"Oh Sweet Cheeks, you don't need to thank me for stating the obvious. You've always been good looking"

"What do you mean?"

"Sam, honey, do you believe in reincarnation?"

The woman's words echoed in his mind, 'reincarnation?' panic settling in, the comfort from the woman diminishing, "No, I don't believe in that, why are you asking me that?"

"Well Sweet Pea, you're traveling down a familiar road, and you have to be very strong while you take this long journey" She said slowly, getting up, the young mans panic evident in his shaking voice, it was still too soon.

"What do you mean?"

"Now Sam, don't you worry, everything will work out in time" she replied as she brushed a hand across the young hunters face, calming the young mans nerves instantly, "I'll come back and we can talk a little later, but until then you take care of yourself and that brother of yours."

Leaving Sam speechless , he watched her leave the room. Leaning his head back, a sense of comfort coursed through his weak frail body as he felt another person sit next to him again. Looking up he was glad to see the face of his brother, his brother oblivious to the conversation Sam had just had.

IN THE DAYCARE

The whole signing in process was much easier, especially since Sam was already connected to his port, making it quick to hook him up to another IV and send him on his way to the daycare.

Giving him the opportunity to have his choice of which bed he wanted to lay in since he was the first in the room, he opted for the bed in the far corner, wanting to be away from most of the patients just like in the waiting room.

He walked over slowly, his brother moving his IV for him as he walked behind him. Finally reaching the bed, the young hunter was happy to finally be able to lay down again, bringing the warm blankets around himself, the chills still deep within his bones. Getting comfortable once more on the hospital, preparing himself for another long three hour day. His hand subconsciously moving to lay across his stomach, the nausea back once more, the thought of having more chemo bringing it back with a vengeance.

The young hunter watched as Dean plugged his IV into the wall, settling down in the chair beside Sam's bed once more. Sam closed his eyes, smiling as he felt his brother bring the blankets up around his face, tucking it in around his body, something his brother had never dared to even think about doing since the two boys were young.

"Dean?"

"Ya Sammy?"

"Do you believe in reincarnation?"

"W-what?" Dean stumbled at the randomness of the question, "Why are you asking me this?"

"Its nothing, just something some old lady mentioned to me in the waiting room."

"Dude…what old lady?"

"I think her name was Florence, she sat beside me while you were in line"

"Dude… I didn't see any old lady with you"

Sam yawned as the drugs kicked in once again, "Well she was there" he said as his eyelids began to get heavy,as he tried to fight the impending sleep.

Dean saw his brothers struggle to stay awake, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, try and get some sleep Sammy"

"Its Sam" the young hunter replied, relaxing under his brother touch as his eyes shut, his breathing relaxed, and his hand remained over his stomach.

It was a familiar feeling, the pain in his stomach, his lungs rattling with every breath he took. Heavy blankets around him, the mattress he lay on lumpy and uncomfortable. He could feel the sweat on his body soaking through the thin clothes that covered him.

His eyes fluttering open as he felt a hand on his forehead, "Dean?" he whispered, coughing, feeling the copper tasting liquid slip through his dry lips.

"No my boy, but your brother is right here, just keep still"

Sam began to struggle, never one to listen to anyone but Dean. His sudden movements causing him to cry out, the copper taste of blood in his mouth once again, causing the young hunter to gag on the putrid fluid, coughing once more, feeling the blood dripping slowly from his lips onto his chin.

Another hand came to his rescue, wiping the blood from his chin, his brother's whispered words calming him.

Looking up at his brother, his eyes went wide at the sight of him. His normally blond hair was covered by a white curly wig, if he didn't feel like his lungs were falling apart, he would have laughed, the best he could do was let a small smile settle over his thin lips.

Another coughing attack racked through his body, sharp pain emanating from his lungs as he struggled to breathe through the blood but failing miserably.

Deans voice broke through the pain, "Shhh Sam, just rest"

"You won't leave?" Sam whispered, feeling the death start to creep up on him once more, its cold fridget hand hovering over his pale face.

"I'll never leave you Sam, I'll be waiting for the day when I get to see you again, just promise you won't leave me" Dean replied, tears of frustration and dispair running openly down his cheeks, grasping at Sam, "Please, don't leave Sam, I'm lost without you"

Sam could feel the tears start to fall down his cheeks as his brother sobbed, grasping frantically at what little life Sam had left. "I'll always be with you Dean" he whispered, his breath hitching as his chest became heavy, his eyes closing, his last thoughts were of his older brother pulling him off the bed into his arms, his wailing cries the last thing Sam heard.

'I'm sorry Dean' Sam thought as the life left him once again, leaving him falling in the darkness.

"Sam?"

His brother's voice breaking through the darkness, his voice sounding so far away as Sam finally found a light at the end of the darkness. Slowly walking towards it, his brothers cries getting louder.

"Sam!"

The young hunters eyes snapped open, looking up at his brother whose eye's were wide and his face full of concern.

"Dean?" he said weakly, feeling the heat rushing off his flushed face.

"Ya, its okay Sammy, the nurse is here"

"What?"

"You're having an allergic reaction to the Etoposide, it's a common occurrence with this drug" the nurse explained to both brothers, "I'm just going to slow your drip a little bit, but if you feel anything out of the ordinary you must come and get a nurse immediately."

"Of course" Dean replied, still hovering over Sams bed as he watched the nurse leave.

"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly, glad to see the red in Sam's face begin to fade.

"Ya I'm fine"

The older Winchester didn't buy it, he knew something was up besides the fact that he was having an allergic reaction, "Spill bro, I know you were having a nightmare, no secrets Sam, not now"

Sam sighed, he really did not want to relive his nightmare, but he knew he couldn't lie to Dean, "I… I just had a dream, but it didn't make any sense" he rambled out, taking a deep breath, "You were in it, and I was sick, and I died… Dean, it felt so real" he finished, not wanting to look up at his brother, not wanting to see how his brother was going to react to the dream.

"Sam, it's just a dream" he said quietly, placing his hand over his brother's.

"Since when do I just have a dream?" Sam spat out, not meaning for it to sound spiteful, but not being able to stop himself.

"What did I tell you Sam? As long as you're with me, nothing bad is going to happen to you."

Sam didn't respond, he just lay there, thinking about how Dean was in his dream and he couldn't save him no matter how hard he had tried.

"I'm going for something to eat" Dean said suddenly, wanting to get out of the room, "You want anything?" Sam just shook his head.

Dean nodded walking out of the room, his nerves frayed at his brothers dream, not knowing what to do. He passed the cafeteria and walked outside, reaching for is cell phone, dialing robotically, waiting for an answer.

"This is John Winchester…" his father's answering machine picking up.

"Dad?" Dean sobbed.

"Please… umm.. me and Sam we need you really bad right now, please… call me back" he begged, shutting the phone, slumping to the ground, the thought of losing Sam still fresh in his mind.

AN: Hope you enjoyed next update soon, I'm going to try for a Wednesday update... maybe Tuesday if I'm in a good mood lol

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