He's my son

Chapter four

Dean paced the floors while waiting to hear news on Sam. He was worried that Sam would somehow come out of the surgery damaged and he wouldn't be the same kid that went in, and to top it off chances were good that Sam had cancer.

"You're stressing yourself out" John said watching hid elder son pace back and forth across the tile.

"Speak for yourself" Dean muttered, John was just as worried about Sam as he was.

"You're only going to make yourself sick; it's not doing you any good worrying." John hated waiting; he wished he knew what was going on now. Better to deal with it now, then having to deal with it later. He wasn't sure what he would do if Sam wasn't the same, and add cancer to that wasn't going to make things very easy. John sighed. He guessed somehow this was his payment for the hunting lifestyle he forced the boys to live. If he could go back and change things, he would have just so they wouldn't be here waiting to find out if Sam was normal or have cancer or not.

"This day has royally sucked" Dean said breaking John out of his thoughts. "I don't think anything worse could happen." He sat down beside John though he still felt like pacing.

"I wouldn't say that if I were you" John said "things can always get worse." Dean scowled he knew that, he just didn't want to focus on it. He wanted to think that Sam would come out alright, that he wouldn't have cancer, cause if he gave into the thoughts on what could go wrong he would drive himself crazy.

An hour and a half later the surgeon exited the operating room doors, and headed towards the surgical waiting room. He had a family waiting to hear about their youngest member. He was glad that he would be able to tell them good news instead of bad. It didn't always work out that way; more times than he could count he had brought a family news that their loved one hadn't made it through the surgery. He was especially glad that wasn't the case with this particular case, he had a feeling, he would have been seeing both of them in the morgue, it seemed to him that if it was possible to love anyone too much, that these two men clearly had a bad case.

Arriving at the waiting room, he walked towards the only family waiting patiently for news.

Dean looked up as soon as he sensed a person's presence coming towards them. He prayed the doctor had some good news for them; it had seemed they had gotten bad news all day long.

"Sam came through the surgery just fine, with absolutely no complications" Dr. Wolf said watching the family heave a sigh of relief.

"What about brain damage?" Dean asked "When will you know anything about that?"

"We will know when he wakes up from the anesthesia but I can tell you when the cat scan was ran, there was no sign of any significant damage so I don't think you should be too worried about that, but at this point anything is possible."

"Yeah, you don't know about our bad luck" Dean muttered "Everything starts out fine but turns to hell soon after." Dr. Wolf chuckled there was something about the young man that made him like him. He seemed to be like a mountain that couldn't be moved. Dr. Wolf sensed that he would go to hell and back just to protect Sam, he sensed the same from the father.

"We're in the process of moving Sam into a recovery room so it might be a few minutes before you can see him" Dr. Wolf said anticipating Dean's next question.

"Looks like you have mind reading down to an art" John commented, grinning at the nearly grey headed doctor.

"You will if you do what I do long enough" Dr. Wolf replied drily. "I've been around long enough to have seen about every expression a person can make."

Dean was immensely relieved that one hurdle had been cleared, now to get the other one out of the way. He wondered how soon after this surgery it would be before they took Sam in to take out some bone marrow. He wanted to know, so he could prepare himself to comfort Sam or be whatever it was Sam needed him to be.

Twenty minutes later found the elder Winchesters being led down the hall to the room where Sam was currently being held. Walking in Dean headed straight for the chair closest to Sam and plopped down to watch his brother sleep. John shook his head and went and sat down in the chair beside Dean.

Sam was still sound asleep and from the looks of things, he was still going to be asleep for a while. The steady rhythm of the heart monitor brought a little more comfort, it let the two men know their youngest was still hanging in there and wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

John watched silently as the youngest slept peacefully, reached out he brushed Sam's hair out of his eyes. He hadn't seen Sam rest peacefully for who knew how long. He hated that it took something like this to happen for Sam to get rest. He wished he had never dragged the boys into hunting, then maybe none of this would have happened.

"It's not your fault you know" Dean spoke up, he had been watching John silently. "This has nothing to do with hunting, nothing you done caused this, you didn't make anything go wrong with his blood work."

John chuckled. It was like Dean to be able to read his mind.

"Yeah, well I don't like seeing him here; it's making me wonder if there was something I could have done to prevent this from happening."

Dean was about to answer when the door opened and another doctor they had never seen before walked through.

"Sam's family I presume?" she asked even though she knew it could only be family with him at the time.

"Duh" Dean answered "Who else would we be , Sam's kidnappers?" John scowled and slapped the back of Dean's head. He had thought he had raised Dean with better manners than that.

"You'd be surprised" she replied "it's happened before on more than one occasion."

"Anyways I am Andrea Luttrell, I'm the pediatric oncologist" she said introduced herself.

"I'm Dean, Sam's older brother and that old man over there is John our father." Dean said poking his father in the shoulder. John scowled at him again.

"We took the liberty of getting the bone marrow while Sam was still unconscious" Andrea said, hating herself for what she was about to tell this family.

"Do you have the results yet?" Dean asked as a dark feeling creeped over him. The news wasn't going to be good.

"I'm afraid Sam does indeed have leukemia."

Don't kill me! I couldn't resist ending it there, next chapter will be more detailed on his type of cancer and they will be discussing treatment options. So thanks for reading and reviewing. See you next chapter. Liz