Sam wasn't a whore by any standard of the word. He would have to be dating someone at least a month before any kind of sexual anything would go on. Every man that was in his past, he knew and still know. A few of them, that parted with him on good terms, he still talks to every once and a while.

Until the party a few years ago.

His best friend Jess had invited him away from his homework for the night and took him to have some fun. He knew a few people there and mostly kept to them and the wine that was there, the host said it was classier. One of the people that he knew was in one of his classes came up when he was a little past buzzed.

The guy had said something about Sam should meet his friend and he was introduced. Sam had never seen such blue eyes on a man before and the way that contrasted sharply with his black hair, blew Sam away.

He remembers drinking a few more glasses of wine and the guy had propositioned him to spend the night. Any other night Sam would have said no in a heartbeat, since he didn't like not getting to know people. But with the wine and the way the guys eye captivated him deeply, he found him self saying yes.

That night and the next morning when he left the males place were forever burned into his mind these days.

His days now spent in the hospital day in and day out, since he was nearly getting to weak to move on his own.

"Hey Sam," Jess said, walking into the room, causing him to wipe at his eyes quickly.

"Hey Jess," Sam said, his voice scratchy from coughing all night.

"You need to call them," She said, sitting next to his legs on the bed.

"Jess, you say that like it's going to make me do it,"

"Damn it Sam, you need to tell your dad and Dean that you are going to die," She said, a few tears slipping down her cheeks.

"I know," He said softly.

"Just because your dad told you to get out and never come back, doesn't mean you should keep him out of your life now, him or Dean,"

"The last time I talked to Dean, he told me that I was stupid about being gay and that I was going to get AIDS," Sam said, looking out the window.

That fight was bad between the brothers. It wasn't that Dean really had that much of a problem with him being gay, it was more that he wanted Sam for himself. Sam knew that as much as Dean did, but in a way he couldn't bring himself to be what Dean wanted him to be. When he got to Stanford, Sam had told Dean he needed to try and find someone that wasn't his brother. Dean didn't take it well and it blew up, leaving them not to talk to each other again.

"And what you don't want him to say, I told you so?" Jess said, holding Sam's hand.

"I guess,"

"Sam, honey if you tell him what's going on, you damn well know that he's going to be more worried about the fact their going to lose you than what was said in the past,"

"Yea," He said, trying to stop the tears.

"Call them," She said again.

"I will,"

Jess stayed around until the nurse told her softly that visiting hours were over and she would have to leave.

"Do it Sam," She said, kissing his forehead.

"I promise,"

After she left Sam picked up his phone and clicked till the screen said DAD and clicked the talk button.

"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean at 866-907-3235. He can help."

Sam sighed a little but waited until the beep stopped. "Hey Dad, it's Sam… I know you don't want to hear from me after all we said, but I just called to let you know that I'm not going to be around much longer, I'm pretty sick. I'm at Long Beach Memorial Medical Center in room 423 and I don't think I'll be leaving here except in a body bag, I love you dad, good bye,"

Sam hit the end button and moved down to Dean's name on the list, hesitating a bit more than he did with his dad. With a deep breath, he clicked the talk button and raised it to his ear. It rang quite a few times until it clicked to Dean's voice mail.

"This is Dean Winchester. If this is an emergency, leave a message. If you're calling about 11-2-83, please page me with your coordinates."

Sam sighed again but waited once more for the beep to finish. "Hey Dean, I know you really don't want to talk to me right now and that's more than likely why I'm leaving you a message rather than talking to you. I need to let you know though, this will more than likely be the last time you ever hear from me. I'm dying De, it's kinda funny in a way. You told me not to go for other guys, that I was going to get AIDS, well guess the jokes on me. I love you Dean I never really got a chance to tell you that, but it's all to late now. Good bye Dean, I'm at Long Beach Memorial Medical Center in room 423 if you want to see me or find out where I'm buried after it's all over,"

Sam hung up the phone and laid it on the table that can be moved across the bed for food and other things. Lying his bed back to full laying, he turned his head into the slightly soft pillow and cried him self to sleep.

Over the next few days, Sam had a few visitors and wanted to cry after each of them came in. Since they were barely out of the room and talking about what a pity and loss it was going to be. His phone never went off and he almost thought about just turning the thing off so he wouldn't just be sitting there waiting for it to go off.

A few days later Sam had just seen the nurse that brought the pill that he was still taking, hoping they would start to work and she had left closing the door like he asked. He didn't really like watching people pass his room, it was a little annoying. Not to mention seeing things he would rather not and the people looking at him. Yea he knew he looked like hell, all the muscle he had, had was not gone with all the weight he had lost. A small knock on the door broke him out of his debate whether to watch TV, go on his computer or sleep.

"Come in," He said, in a slightly raised voice.

The door opened a small crack then opened more as a figure stepped in, making Sam's jaw drop a little.

"Dad?" He asked.

John nodded and stepped in and to the side a little, revealing another person behind him.

"Dean?"

"Sammy,"

~*~*~*~Authors Note~*~*~*~

Well get out the tissues and please don't cry to much.

This was inspired by the song "She thinks his name was John" By Reba McEntire.

I couldn't keep the name the same though, since it was urking me that their Dad's name is John

This killed me to write Sam dying T_T

This will have more and I know I'm slightly really evil leaving it where I did, but I did it for a reason... I think