He's my son

Chapter 8

A little while later Sam was back in his room, and sleeping soundly. Dean and John beside him both lost in their own thoughts. The first treatment was done with, and for that they were glad. At least they knew what to expect now instead of having to worry, but they hated watching Sam suffer through it.

"Think Caleb will come with Pastor Jim?" Dean asked breaking the silence. "He's usually not too far from him."

"I'm sure Jim will tell him and he will come" John said "everyone is coming together for Sam, never know how strong a family is until something like this happens."

"I hope they get here earlier than expected, Sam's going to need a lot of support" Dean said looking over at his little brother, who had finally stopped heaving and had gone to sleep. "I can't believe the treatment is already affecting him, I thought it would take time to get used to it."

"I guess it works faster on some people than it does others" John said.

"I guess so" Dean said turning back to the magazine he was trying to read.

"Sam wakes up you better put that up" John said taking noticed of what exactly Dean was reading. "He doesn't need you reading busty Asian beauty's right in front of him."

"It will educate him" Dean said smirking, as John scowled.

"He doesn't need that kind of education right now." John shuddered thinking about it, some things he didn't want to bother with this was one of them.

"He's going to learn sometime you know" Dean said leaning back in his chair, "You might as well be the one to tell him."

"End of subject" John said feeling uncomfortable. Dean knew it and grinned, he didn't mind having fun at his father's expense. John rolled his eyes and stood and stretched.

"I'm going to go find us some dinner be back in a little bit" John said as he turned and walked out of the room. Dean nodded and went back to reading. Not long after John left, Sam started to wake.

"Hey kiddo" Dean said as he watched Sam's eyes open. "Still feeling sick?"

"Not right now" Sam said "But my throat feels like cotton." Dean stood grabbed the pitched that was on the stand beside the bed, pouring him some water, he held it to Sam's mouth and let him drink.

"First treatment down" Dean said "at least you know what's going to happen now."

"Only a million more treatments of this" Sam said.

"It sucks but in the long run it's going to help" Dean said "You have to remember that."

"I know" Sam mumbled still feeling a little weak. "Cancer survivors have to be the strongest people ever to have come through this stuff."

"That's true and soon enough you're going to be one of them." Dean said as he sat back down in his chair, his magazine out of Sam's sight.

"I hope so" Sam said turning to stare out the window. He glad his stomach wasn't turning anymore, he hated feeling nauseous.

John walked in a few minutes later carrying some takeout food.

"Think you can manage to keep a shake down?" John asked. Sam shrugged.

"Maybe, probably be easier than anything else."

John handed the shake to him figuring he wouldn't want any help with it. Sam didn't have much control over anything that was going on lately; John figured he would want to be able to something for himself since he couldn't do much else. It was a way to help Sam be independent in an environment that relied on dependence.

Sam managed to hold onto the cup and take a slow sip out of it. He was relieved to find it didn't turn his stomach.

"Thanks dad" he said quietly.

"I know this situation sucks but you really are going to be okay" John said "soon you're going to be smothered by Bobby and Jim" Dean looked up when John didn't mention Caleb, John shook his head. He wanted at least one pleasant surprise for Sam.

"Where's Caleb?" Sam asked even though the man was more Dean's age, Sam still liked him and enjoyed being around him.

"I think Jim said he was hunting a harpy" John said, taking out his hamburger and taking a bite.

Sam frowned he hated hunting harpies, of course he didn't like hunting anyways, but those creatures really grossed him out.

"Sucks to be him" Sam muttered taking another sip of his vanilla shake. "But better him hunting those bird wannabe's than me." Dean rolled his eyes, Sam couldn't make his distaste for hunting anymore plain. Of course, Dean couldn't blame him either. The hunting life didn't exactly leave room for a social life, or school life.

A few hours later Sam and Dean were playing poker on his bed, when the door opened, expecting it to be Dr. Luttrell Sam didn't bother looking up from his cards.

"Is that anyway to greet a person who has been stuck on a plane for the last three hours?" a cheerful voice asked walking into the room.

Sam looked up at once, Jim, Bobby and Caleb stood at the foot of his bed.

"Dad said you were hunting a harpy" Sam told Caleb, before turning to scowl at his father. Dean chuckled and stood and shook hands with the three men.

"Glad you could make it" John said standing and joining Dean in greeting them.

"Go anywhere for short stuff" Caleb said before claiming Dean's chair as his own.

"I'm not short" Sam huffed, though he wasn't in the least irritated.

"You're shorter than me" Caleb replied, sitting back and propping his feet on Sam's bed.

"Sure why not make yourself at home" Dean remarked, stealing John's chair.

"I will, not that I needed your permission" Caleb replied.

"The two stooges are at it again" Bobby commented.

So not much happening in this chapter but I hope you enjoy it anyways, thanks for reading and reviewing Liz