"You guys came," Sam said, still in shock at seeing the two males make their way into the room.
Dean pulled the chair that was by the bed closer as John took a seat next to legs on the bed.
"Of course we did, why would you think other wise," John said, settling his hand on Sam's knee.
"The last time I talked to you, you told me to get out and never come back and in so many words that you wished I was never born,"
John opened and closed his mouth a few times and just hung his head a little. "I'm sorry for that Sam, if I could take it all back I would but I can't all I can do is be here for you now,"
"Yea,"
"How," John's voice deserted him for a moment as he cleared his throat and started again. "How long do they say you have?"
Sam frowned and ran his hand through his hair, looking down at the blanket. "Anywhere from a month to about three,"
Dean made a small choking noise. "That's it?"
"That's it, if they would have been able to catch it earlier it might be different, but…," He trailed off.
"When did you realize what it was?" John asked, causing Sam to look at him odd. "Dean told me,"
Sam nodded a little. "About six months ago, I started throwing up nearly twice a day and I was losing weight like there was no tomorrow, even though I was eating nearly twice as much as before,"
He stopped and took a shaky breath. "Well then Jess told me I needed to come to the doctors and so I did and that's when they told me I had AIDS,"
"Who's Jess?" John asked, a little confused.
"My best friend, she's actually the one that forced me to call you guys," Sam said in a soft voice.
"You weren't going to?" John asked gently.
"The last time I talked to either of you it didn't end well, in a way it just made more sense for her to let you know after the fact. Even more I guess I didn't want you guys to see me like this,"
"Oh Sam," John opened his mouth to say more, but nothing came out.
A small knock on the door startled them all as a second later a nurse popped her head in.
"Sam we have that pain medicine you asked for," She said coming into the room.
"Oh, thank you," He said, sitting up, the blankets falling off him.
Dean made a small gasping noise and John had trouble keeping the tears in looking at the shell of Sam beneath the gown. The nurse handed him the pill, which he took with the water glass that was always present.
"While I'm here I might as well do you vitals and all, if you don't mind?" She asked, pulling the machine with a thermometer and blood pressure closer.
"No I don't mind," Sam said, smiling softly at her.
She smiled back and went about doing what she needed to and soon enough was done.
"That you very much Sam, I'll be back in six hours,"
"Thanks Kriss," He said as she left.
"Six hours?" John asked as Sam leaned back down against the raised bed.
"Their still trying some kind of experimental drug to try and help me, but it doesn't look good,"
A small tick in Dean's jaw as he tried not to let the tears spill. As John noticed this and his clenched fist, he gave Sam's knee a small squeeze.
"Well I drove all night to get here and am in desperate need of some coffee,"
"Just take the elevator down to the first floor, hook a left then another left then a right and you'll be where you need to be,"
John smiled and stood up, giving Sam a kiss on the forehead, then walked out, shutting the door behind him.
"Dean," Sam said softly a few minutes after their dad left.
"Damn it Sammy," Dean said, getting up and moving over to where John had moved from.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you," Sam said quietly.
"Who did this to you?" Dean asked, sliding his hand into Sam's.
Sam let out a sigh and shook his head lightly.
"Sammy?"
"I think his name was James,"
Dean did a small double take. "You think, Sammy that's not like you in the least,"
Tears started falling as he told Dean about the party and all of it and what happened. Moving up closer to the male, Dean pulled Sam into his arms hugging him tight against him.
"Oh Sammy," He choked out.
"I'm so stupid," Sam sobbed.
"No your not, we all make mistakes and from what it sounds like this guy was an asshole and was spreading it on purpose,"
"I guess,"
"Did you ever try to find him?"
"He was just a friend of a class mate, by the time I found out what I had, I didn't have that class anymore and never saw the class mate again,"
"Sammy," Dean said softly pulling back and wiping the tears off Sam's face with his thumbs.
"I should have listened to you," He said softly.
"No you shouldn't have, I was being selfish,"
"Dean if I would have listened to you, I wouldn't be in this bed right now and I wouldn't be dying,"
"It doesn't matter, you didn't feel the same way as I did and you wanted to spread your wings and fly,"
Sam's eyes refused to meet Dean's, even as Dean kept his face where it was.
"Sammy?"
"That's the problem De,"
"What was the problem?"
"I did feel the same way as you did,"
Dean was shocked, opening and closing his mouth a few times. "What?"
"I felt the same way you used to feel about me but I was terrified about what I felt so I lied and told you that I couldn't do it and didn't feel anything,"
"Oh,"
Dean didn't let go of his light hold on Sam's face and Sam didn't try to move away but there was a still silence.
"And you're a bit wrong," Dean said, causing Sam to look confused.
"About what?"
"It's not used to anything, I still love you Sammy,"
Sam blinked a few times a few more tears starting to fall as he wrapped his hands around Dean's wrists.
"Dean," He said in a sob.
"Sammy?"
"Yea?"
Dean sighed a little and leaned forward slightly. "Can I kiss you?"
Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times, then just nodded. Dean leaned forward a little more, slightly nervous. Letting out a breath, Sam leaned forward pressing their lips together. Just as Dean started to respond the door to the room opened.
~*~*~*~Author Note~*~*~*~
Well another little cliff hanger, I'm such a bad person :
And this story is making me so SAD, but I can't help it T_T
I hope you all don't hate me, since I think is the first time I've done a story like this =[