AN: Well here it is, I know talk about long time right? Well I'm sorry, really, really sorry. But I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint. There is only one more chapter after this folks.. that's right one more chapter.

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Red and yellow danced across Sam's vision as he stared down at the four horse pills laying in the mouth of the pill container.

His stomach gurgled in disdain at having being emptied in preparation for the pills. Although, taking the pills on an empty stomach was only half the battle, dealing with the nightmares and nausea that followed was the war that tore away at the young man.

Since his transfusion the doctors believed that the chemotherapy regime he was on was becoming too harsh for his body to handle, so they opted to modify it slightly, taking out three of the drugs and replacing them with one son of a bitch drug, Procarbazine.

A nasty drug that involved four horse pills for seven consecutive days, giving the young man nightmares that left him crying out for his brother and constant nausea.

The pills didn't stop there though, for up to three weeks after, the young Winchester had to keep a constant watch on what he consumed, the pills putting serious restrictions on what he ate and drank. Any wrong move and he would be setting himself up a tent in the washroom, never leaving the porcelain throne he had come to know so well over the last eight months.

"They're not going to jump up and land in your mouth there Sammy… just take them"

Sam just shuddered, "I think I'll pass" He sighed as he turned away from the counter, only to be stopped by familiar hands.

"If you don't take them I'll shove them down your throat"

"No you won't, you wouldn't want to risk the side effects of chemo entering your system."

"Wanna bet Sammy? I don't mind losing my hair, or any other side effect to make sure you take those pills. Besides a little chemo can't hurt."

The younger man just sighed, giving in to the fight he knew he couldn't win as he picked up the pills, quickly putting them in his mouth and swallowing, "I hate these damn pills."

"I'm sure they hate you too dude. Now just go get ready to turn in." Dean tried to hide the sympathy in his voice as he followed Sam into their room.

The boys had moved the small television from the family room into their bedroom, in hopes to save Sam from getting too sore from lying on the cramped couch for long periods of time. At least on his bed he had a little more freedom to stretch out.

"The bucket is here too." Dean said as he backed away, resisting the urge to tuck Sam in like he had when they were younger. Dean moved back and sat on his own bed, he had gotten into the habit of turning in whenever Sam did, not wanting to be far from his brother's side, especially when Sam was taking his new pills. Dean didn't like how the pills affected his brother, giving him night terrors and a constant struggle with his stomach, just yet another thing the older brother couldn't fix.

Sam lay down for the night, quickly wrapping the covers over his plumper frame. The steroids, although helping with the cancer, had successfully managed to put an extra sixty pounds of weight on his frame that hovered around his face and midsection.

Sam smiled at the comfort of having his brother by his side, knowing Dean was settling in for the night as well as the television flicked on and the history channel came on. Sam had learned many things about his brother over the past few months, things he didn't know before, like his innate interest in world war one and two, but he couldn't help but feel he was holding his brother back.

"Dean why don't you go out tonight?" Sam asked as he turned to face his brother. Enjoying the comfort, but also knowing his brother had yet to go out since this whole thing started.

"I'm good Sammy, there's a show about pilots in the second war."

"Dean, come on man, You have to get out. I'll still be here when you get back."

Dean shifted uncomfortably, he knew his brother would still be here when he got back, 'But how much longer will you be around Sammy?' The thought danced around in his head daily. Sam, as much as Dean hated to admit it, had been dancing with death for far too long, and it had hit Dean much harder than he ever told his brother. Truth be told, he didn't want to go out, he didn't want to miss a moment with his brother even if it was just watching him sleep.

"Sam, I'm good." Dean lied, "I've been waiting to watch this show for awhile."

Sam didn't argue any further as he settled with the comfort of his brother beside him, feeling guilty for hoarding his brothers time. But he had realized as time went on, that the cancer not only ate away at his body it also ate away at his independent nature, leaving him longing for Dean's constant presence.

Sure he had grown and matured over the course of this experience but he had also regressed. Turning back to the dependent Sam, who longed for Dean to make things better, the Sam he never thought he would go back to.

" It's weird how life can change so quickly." Sam muttered aloud.

Dean tore his eyes away from the screen at his brother's small confession of fear. "What? This? This is a piece of cake Sam and you know it."

"What are we going to do when it's over? Hell, in twenty days it could be back to normal life."

"Don't worry about it Sam, just worry about the here and now. Like what we're going to feed your gangly ass for the next few weeks."

The younger man just huffed at the word gangly. "Right, I didn't know chipmunks could be gangly" He said as he pulled at his round cheeks.

The older brother just smiled as he looked at his puffed out brother, the steroids putting weight on everywhere but his legs. Dean hadn't known his brother could put that much weight on. "As long as I don't start seeing piles of nuts around your bed, I won't have to report you to Weekly World News. Instead of Bat Boy they could have Chipmunk boy."

"Whatever" Sam said as he threw a pillow in his brother's direction, who just laughed as he caught it and threw it back, "You throw like a girl Alvin."

Sam just laughed, trying to hide the fact that he was out of breath and shaking slightly as he turned his back to his brother and faced the wall, settling for the night. Not wanting to admit that just throwing the pillow had left him in bad shape.

Dean didn't miss it though; he could see how quickly the pills put his brother out of commission, knowing Sam felt like shit. He also saw how out of breath his brother got, and that worried Dean. He knew it would take a while for his brother to bounce back from all of this, get back into the routine, but he also knew Sam wouldn't want to wait to bounce back.

'I'll get you back Sammy' he thought as he brought his eyes back to the TV, away from his restless brother that he couldn't help.

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It didn't take long for Sam to open his eyes to his dream world. His heart racing as he stood waiting for the horror to bombard him. Only to be pleasantly surprised as he met eyes with the older woman he had come to see often.

"Who are you?" he asked once again as his voice echoed against the walls of the white room.

"You'll know one day Sam, just know that I was just trying to help. I've tried so many times, in many different lives, but this, this is a first for us both Samuel."

"What do you mean?"

"Sam, you and your brother have lived this life over, and over in different time periods." She said as she moved closer to the confused young man, "See Sam, you are a very important person, who can do a lot of things in this world, but you have never made it past 23 in any of your lives… except this one, and I'm so proud of you for finally beating this curse that you and your brother have lived."

The lady's words just became more and more foreign as she continued to explain what he had been through and how she had helped. "What curse?"

"In the 1400's, you, your brother and your father got into trouble with a group of gypsies. Who in turn cursed you and your brother's lives. A curse so horrible that you have never been able to break its powerful hold… until now."

"What happens to Dean?" Sam asked, knowing what his fate was, but unsure if he wanted to know what Dean had in store.

"Let me show you" She said as Sam's world began to fade, only to be replaced with the familiar environment of one of the first dreams he had had when this whole ordeal had started.

His eyes drifting towards his listless body lying on the hard bed, watching as Dean sat beside him, clutching at his limp form as Dean's animal like cries of devastation rung out through the room.

"Oh God, Dean" Sam had never heard anything like it, had never seen his brother so vulnerable. Unknowingly walking towards his brother to comfort his broken heart, "Dean…please"

But his brother heard none of it as he continued to wail, before slowly getting up and walking to the corner of the small room.

Sam's eyes widened in horror, it felt like the world had stopped turning, and yet it all happened so fast; as Dean stopped in front of the dangling rope, stepping up onto the chair before wrapping the rope around his neck.

"No!" Sam cried out as he tried to help, but soft hands held him back. "No, please…Dean" he whimpered as he watched his older brother's body struggle and then fall silent.

"See Sam, this is your brother's curse, he can't live without you by his side, so he takes his life… every time."

"There was no other way to stop it?"

"There is no way to save a body that has rotted from cancer."

Sam was still trying to grasp everything that was going on, confusion over their curse, their previous lives, "What makes this time so different?"

"Besides the obvious medical advancements? Just being with your brother."

"What?"

"In every other life Samuel you have torn yourself away from your family at a young age, venturing off on your own, like you did when you went to Stanford. But in every other life Dean never came back for you. Never came to get you, and by the time he finally did come for you, you were already at death's doorstep. This time was different because your brother came for you before the illness had taken over your life Sam. He gave you the strength you needed, because even with all the medical advancements, you still would have passed away without Dean."

Sam couldn't believe the words coming from the elderly lady, thinking back to that night when Dean came to get him, when Dean saved him from the fire, when Jess had burned on the ceiling.

"Everything happens for a reason Samuel." The woman said as she began to fade. "Everything will be fine… and congratulations." She said with a wink before everything went dark.

Three Weeks Later

Sam sat in the small hospital room, his knees bouncing on the floor as he watched Dean pace the small room.

"What the hell is taking them so long?" Dean mumbled to no one in particular.

"Easy killer" Sam mumbled back as Dean stopped to run his hand through Sam's newly growing hair. "You know Sammy hate to admit it, but I can't wait for that giant mop of hair to grow back."

Sam laughed at his brother admission before the door to the room opened and the doctors walked in.

"So boys, today's the big day isn't it?" Dr. Leiberman said as she sat in front of an anxious Sam.

"This is it Sammy." Dean whispered as he took his spot beside Sam.

The younger man just nodded as he drew a deep breath in, 'This is it.'

AN: Well you like? I hope so. The next chapter is done, just need to re-read it a few times haha. It will be up soon! Thanks so much for reading!

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