He's my son

Chapter 12

Once back at the motel, John had grabbed a shower and had gone straight to bed. Dean however didn't feel like sleeping instead he was pacing the floors. He was worried about Sam, and longed to be right there beside him. But John had been right; Dean couldn't sneak off and compromise his little brother's health further. He wondered how it was that Sam had gotten so sick so quickly. It couldn't be normal, not that Dean would know what normal was when it came to dealing with cancer. This whole situation was unfair, and stressful to Dean and John. Dean couldn't imagine how Sam was truly feeling about it. The kid had put on a brave front, but Dean knew he wasn't showing how he truly felt. Somehow he had to help Sam let it out. He couldn't keep it in the way he had been.

"Get some sleep Dean" A gruff voice called from under the covers on the bed closest to the door.

"I can't" Dean said frustrated "I'm too worried about Sam."

"Sam will be alright; this is just a roadblock on his way to recovery."

"Damn big roadblock" Dean muttered but continued to pace anyways. John sighed Dean wouldn't listen to him while Sam was so bad off. He wondered if he could call the hospital and have the night nurse talk to Dean. Maybe then he could get a little sleep. He should have figured Dean would turn into a giant mother hen when John had Dean start taking care of him. Maybe that had been another mistake on his part. God, had he royally screwed his boys up by making them depend so much on the other.

Maybe it's your fault your youngest has cancer; you force him to live a life he hates, so just maybe you caused his cancer because you don't want him anymore. A voice said in his head and John scowled there was no physical way possible for the cancer to be his fault. He knew that but he still felt guilty that his youngest had to deal with it at all.

"Why can't there be some kind of physical force behind this" Dean commented "that way we could kill it or whatever and this mess would be over."

"I've heard of demons causing natural disasters" John commented "it's not too far off base to assume there is a demon that causes diseases too." If that truly was the case here how the hell would they find the damn demon causing Sam to be sick?

"It's never that easy" Dean reminded him "our issues always manage to make things complicated."

"Still no reason we can't look into a cancer causing demon" John said. "I would love to put an end to Sam's suffering without losing him." Dean looked over at his father. What he'd said about the demon made sense and if that was the cause behind this, you had better believe Dean would be the first in line to kick the demon's ass.

"I guess we can ask Bobby" Dean said heading for the door ignoring the fact that it was three in the morning and that the older man might actually be in bed sleeping.

"You're not waking him up" John called to Dean "we can find out the answers to that question in the morning."

"Sam can't wait that long" Dean replied and proceeded out the door. He'd wake up Santa Claus if it would get him some answers to help his little brother.

John sighed and stumbled out of bed, intending to go after Dean. He could understand how Dean would want to know how put this to an end, he hated seeing Sam suffer just as much as Dean did, however waking Bobby after the long day they'd had was not the answer. John left the room closing the door firmly behind him, and walked around the corner to the other hunter's room.

Bobby was just letting Dean into the room when John approached.

"I do believe it's a Winchester party" Bobby grumbled allowing John in the room. Dean didn't waste time getting to the point.

"Is it possible for a demon to be causing Sam's sickness?" Bobby frowned and thought for a moment.

"Sure it is, I've heard of cases like that." He replied.

"How do we find the damn thing and put an end to it" Dean said his voice low and cold. He was determined to be rid of the thing before the week was over.

"Not sure all I know is they are extremely powerful so what works on a normal demon won't work on a demon of disease" Bobby replied hating the look that came over Dean's face. He wished it could have been that easy to free Sam of his pain. But Winchester luck was holding out so far.

"And that's not to mention this might not be the demon causing it, could just be natural." Bobby said.

"How the hell is cancer natural" Dean said frustrated.

"Not every bad thing is caused by a demon you know, there are reasons for why things happen."

"I'm not losing Sammy to this disease" Dean said softly "I can't just sit there and watch him waste away, there's nothing natural about that." Bobby felt sorry for the boy, it looks like Dean had been holding on to the hope of the demon being the reason behind this.

"There is a way to find out if it's the demon or not" Bobby said catching both the Winchester's attention.

"He'll get worse start to get better than get worse again" Bobby said.

"Sounds like it's playing a damn game" John muttered.

"This is its way of having fun" Bobby agreed.

"Fun my ass" Dean muttered glaring at the floor; he hated the demon even more now. One way or the other if that was what was behind this it would die.

Sorry about the short update and the time it took to even update. RL has been a nightmare lately, I have gotten custody of my 8 month old nephew my four year old niece and my 8 year old nephew. The 8 month old cries all the time cause he misses his mother, they keep me pretty busy so it might be a while before I update again. Thanks for reading and reviewing. Liz