He's my son

Chapter 9

A little while later Sam drifted off to the sounds of Dean and Caleb bickering, while it had proven to be one of the hardest days of his life it had also proved to be one of the best, after all how many times did the friends come together with them outside of a hunt. Not very often.

Dean smiled Sam had finally lost the war against sleep, and for the first time since chemo had started Sam actually looked peaceful. He knew it was look that probably wouldn't last much longer, and he hated it. He hated this whole situation with passion, no one as kind and gentle as Sam deserved to be going through this. But obviously fate didn't agree, and was out to make them suffer but make Sam suffer more. Dean looked over at Caleb who was sitting comfortably in Dean's chair.

"I've come to the conclusion that fate is a bitch" Dean commented "its fate has made Sam suffer more than anyone should have to, and that's just not right."

"I agree with you, Sam shouldn't have to suffer so much, but I can tell you fate doesn't just draw a name out of a hat to pick her latest victim. It doesn't work like that."

"Hell, I know that" Dean said "it just seems to always be messing with us." The Sam more than most went unsaid but was perfectly understood. He sighed, he was tired and starting to feel the stress, but he was determined Sam wouldn't be alone. No way in hell.

"Oh boy Dean's in mother hen mode, everybody back away slowly and don't get near him or the kid." Caleb remarked and Dean scowled.

"I'm not that bad, I'm just protective" Dean explained, turning to watch Sam sleep.

"You're overprotective" Caleb muttered "it's a wonder the kid can even go to the movies by himself." Dean rolled his eyes; he was obviously not an older brother so he wouldn't know what it was like having to look out for someone all the time.

Sam moaned softly his stomach beginning to hurt again; he rolled over on his side and opened his eyes. Caleb was still sitting there bickering with Dean.

"Dean, are you ever not going to argue with Caleb?" he asked weakly still feeling he was going to lose his stomach.

"That didn't last long" Dean said looking at Sam. "Still feeling sick I take it?" Sam nodded. As he slowly drew his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He wished this nightmare was over already but instead it was just beginning.

Dean felt his heart ache as he watched his little brother curl into a ball and lay there on the bed. If he could he would have traded places with Sam. He swallowed back tears; Sam needed him to be strong for him right now. He reached out and gently squeezed Sam's shoulder.

"You're one more treatment closer to being finished" Dean said reached out as a tear drifted down Sam's face, he brushed it away.

"I don't think I can do this, it's a lot harder to get through this than I thought" Sam cried softly breaking his older brother's heart with just the few words he had spoken.

"If you don't you know what will happen" Dean said "Dad and I, we can't afford to lose you, not now." He wished he knew the words that would ease his pain. He hated seeing Sam so depressed without being able to help.

Sam sighed feeling his stomach turn, he groaned again, hating the feeling that he was about to hurl. He wished he wasn't so weak, if it was anyone else they would be able to get through this without being sick all the time.

"You're not weak because you're sick" John said from the corner where he had been standing and chatting with Jim and Bobby. He hated knowing his baby thought they would think less of him for being sick while on chemo.

"Being sick is normal while you're doing chemo, it's nothing to be ashamed of."

They talked for a little while longer and Sam once again drifted off to sleep. Dean was relieved he couldn't stand the pain he could see in Sam's eyes. Right now he wanted to punch fate in the face; no kid should have to suffer through this, no adult either.

"How long is he going to be on chemo?" Caleb asked curious and wondering how long Sam would be sick.

"He'll be doing three weeks on one week off for the next however long it takes to get him into remission, that can take months" Dean said feeling depressed for Sam at the thought. He didn't know how he would take months of having to watch Sam suffer. Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair, visiting hours were almost over but he didn't want his little brother to be alone.

"Man, that sucks" Caleb said wishing the youngest Winchester didn't have to go through this. He was going to hate having to leave the Winchesters to hunt. He wanted to be there for support for the kid that was like a little brother to him. he was like Dean, he hating seeing the kid so miserable. Glancing at his watch he stood, five minutes till visiting hours were over.

"Think he'll sleep all night?" he asked Dean as they walked out of the room. Dean turned and looked at his sleeping brother.

"I hope so" and he did he didn't want Sam to wake up and be alone, and be afraid because of his situation. Dean hated leaving Sam behind, it was a problem he was going to find a quick solution too, and there wouldn't be anything the nurses or doctors could do about it.

"You can't do anything right now" Caleb said watching Dean watch his brother. "He'll he alright until morning, by which I am sure you'll be here before visiting hours start."

"Damn right" Dean said turning and walking down the hallway, behind Jim, Bobby and his father. Sam would be alright, Dean would make sure of it.

Hope you enjoy this chapter it took me forever to write. Thanks for reading and reviewing, have a great week Liz.