He's my son
Chapter 13
Meanwhile back at the hospital, Sam lay unconscious, his fever slowly coming down. Mary sat beside him, keeping guard over her youngest. She hated with a passion that he was suffering through this whole mess, if she found out whom or what was causing it. They would never see the light of day again.
As she watched her youngest child sleeping, she reached out and brushed his hair away from his forehead, frowning when a few strands came loose. She had hoped this wouldn't happen to him but apparently he wasn't going to be so lucky. If angels could cry she was sure she would have been sobbing by then. No child should have to suffer through something has horrible as cancer. She sighed and sat back in her chair and stared singing softly:
"Little child be not afraid
Though rain pounds harshly against the glass
Like an unwanted stranger there is no danger
I am here tonight.
Little child be not afraid
Though thunder explodes and lightening flash
Illuminates your tear stained face
I am here to night."
"And I'm not going anywhere" Mary promised bending down pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
"You are going to pull through this, the road might get hard and things may look bleak there for a while, but stay strong and know that this is a monster only you can beat."
"And someday you'll know
That nature is so
The same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
On forest and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you'll see in the morning
Little child be not afraid
Though storm clouds mask your beloved moon
And its candlelight beams still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight."
Mary sighed she wished she could stay all night with her son and get him over the worst of the infection, but alas she was only allowed to spend a certain amount of time with him. Even Angels had their rules they had to follow.
"I'll be back soon baby, you just rest up and get better." That being said Mary disappeared.
A few hours later Sam regained consciousness is a blind panic. He was alone, and still wasn't feeling all that well. Not to mention he'd just had a nightmare about his father making a deal with demon just so that Sam would get better. The worst part was the demon didn't keep his word, Sam kept getting sicker and sicker and still John died, giving his life for nothing because his youngest son was still dealing with the monster called cancer. The dream had frightened Sam; he didn't want his father to die for something that wasn't going to work. While he worried about what the dream could possibly mean he remembered a sweet kind voice telling him to stay strong that he could beat this cancer.
Whoever you are Sam thought I hope you're right about me being strong enough to deal with this. It hasn't been that long and I'm already miserable.
Sam was afraid to go back to sleep he didn't want to dream anymore about how his family was dealing with his illness. He was scared that his dad really would attempt to make a deal. He would have to find a way to make sure John didn't do just that he just wasn't sure how yet. Sam lay awake shivering under his covers, scared and lonely and wishing Dean was with him. Dean would know what to say to keep John right here by his side.
Sighing Sam turned his head and looked out the glass window of the cubical he was in, to his surprise Dean was standing right at the window watching him with a worried frown on his face. A dark haired nurse was standing beside him. Sam frowned there was something about that particular nurse that Sam didn't like, Sam normally liked everyone, except for this one.
After a few minutes the nurse turned and walked away and Sam raised his hand and placed it on the glass. Dean followed suit as if that would get him closer to his little brother. He couldn't stand the thought of a demon causing his brother's illness, but it shouldn't have surprised him Sam suffered more than any other person he knew. When he had arrived at the ICU having left straight from the hotel, determined he wouldn't spend the night away from Sam, not when he sensed that the kid needed him. He was relieved to see his brother had regained consciousness, and it looked like his fever had come down. Dean hoped that it stayed down and they could get Sam back on chemo as soon as possible. They longer he was off the more likely the cancer was going to get a stronger hold on his immune system. Dean refused to let his brother die, wasn't going to happen. If Dean had to bind a reaper he would. Sam was far more important than anybody else.
"He is improving slowly, he should be out of ICU in a few days" Rachel the dark haired nurse from earlier said as she approached the tall young man standing outside the ICU cubical.
"Not that you care too much" Dean remarked keeping his eyes on his little brother, if Sam so much as Sneezed Dean would be in his room faster than someone saying bless you.
"Once you work here for a while, all the patients are the same" she shrugged making Dean dislike her even more.
"I bet with the way you care about the kids around here they all love you" Dean said finally turning and glaring at her.
"Don't need them too" she replied not a bit put off by the taller man's tone.
"Let me make myself clear" Dean said his tone angry and daring her to go against his wishes. "Stay the hell away from Sam, the other nurses can help with him, but you stay away."
"Sure whatever you say Rocky" she said shrugging and turning and walking off. Dean glared at her back. He had never disliked any more than her. Anyone who didn't care about what their patients were going through, and weren't affected by struggle, should never be in the medical profession. Dean turned his attention back to Sam; he could see silent laughter in his brother's eyes. To him that was the best thing in the world. To see someone so sick but with so much joy in his eyes there wasn't a better feeling that that.
Sam raised his hand to the window again, and Dean did the same. He could almost feel the warmth in his brother's palm through the window.
"I love you little man" Dean mouthed knowing Sam couldn't hear him through the window. Sam smiled; he had always known it even if Dean had never said it.
Sam sighed he was starting to feel sleepy again, but he was afraid if he closed his eyes Dean would disappear and he would be left alone again. He wished Dean could stay in the room with him, but he knew it couldn't happen, not while he was still sick anyways. He hoped he would get over it soon and would be able to be with his family again.
Dean smiled watching Sam fight sleep, he backed away and went to the nurses' station and asked for a piece of paper. He wrote a quick note and returned to Sam's window. He held the note up to the window so that Sam could read it.
"I'm not going anywhere jerk so get some sleep." Dean chuckled at the mouthed words coming from Sam's mouth. Dean watched Sam drift off to sleep and then he walked towards the waiting room and sat down. He wasn't going back to the hotel room to discuss Sam's odds of making it if it was indeed a demon causing his cancer. Sighing he settled back into the hard plastic chair and closed his eyes. He would wait here for as long as it took Sam to get well.
Thanks for reading and sorry it took so long to update, the kiddos have kept me pretty busy. And the lyrics to the song used earlier is to the song lullaby for a stormy night by Vienna teng, it's a very pretty song. Anyways thanks for reading and reviewing. Hopefully the next chapter won't take so long. Liz