A/N~ Once again I am sorry for saying I would post a second chapter, but failing to do so. I will make it up to you guys I promise, I am truly sorry. I ended up going to my friend's house last night after she left my house, and she needed help watching her brothers. Then I ended up coming back to my house with her to get my clothes and I spent the night at her place.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural; however I do own Maria, Samantha, John the dog, Katie, Amber, and any other minor unrecognizable characters.
Maria woke up next to Dean, but she was not feeling so hot. "Dean, wake up." Maria whispered as she shook him.
"What is wrong sweetheart?" Dean asked when he woke up.
"I don't feel so good…I don't think I will be allowed to see Samantha…" Maria replied and slowly tears started rolling down her face.
"I am sure if you wear a mask you can see her." Dean soothed as he took his wife into his arms.
Maria shoved her way out of Dean's loving hold and ran to the bathroom. She threw open the toilet lid and gagged several times before getting sick. Dean rushed in and held her hair back; when Maria was done she looked up at Dean sadly.
"Okay baby, its okay. Shhh" Dean said softly when Maria threw herself into his arms and started to sob.
Maria continued to cry for about an hour before saying, "Go see our baby…tell her I am sorry and I will be there as soon as I can." Maria whispered and then went back to bed.
Dean nodded and gave his wife a sad, yet sympathetic smile. He grabbed the keys to the Impala after getting dressed and he went to the hospital. He went straight to Samantha's room. "Where is mama?" Samantha asked when he walked in.
"Mama is sick, she said to tell you she is sorry and she will come and see you as soon as she is better." Dean said. He walked over to his daughter and pulled her into his arms.
"Hello Mr. Winchester." Dr. Stewart said when he entered to check on Samantha.
"Hello." Dean replied with a nod, he moved out of the way so the doctor could do his job.
"Where is Mrs. Winchester?" the doctor asked.
"She is ill, and did not wish to make Samantha worse." Dean replied and looked at his daughter who was turning a light shade of green. He took a bucket over to her and held it under her child while she threw up. When he pulled her hair back she started to cry. When Samantha finished Dean asked her, "What's wrong?"
"My hair is falling out." Samantha replied.
Dean put the bucket down and when he let her hair drop he had a huge chunk of her beautiful brown curls in his hand. It made him feel sick to his stomach; he walked to the en-suite bathroom and flushed the hair. He walked back to his daughter and the doctor was gone. He pulled hi little girl into his arms and held her tightly as she cried.
Maria had finally gotten out of bed and pulled out the laptop that Dean brought. She pulled up the internet and googled her symptoms apparently she was worrying herself sick about her daughter. That made since, seeing as she was feeling a bit better.
When visiting hours at the hospital ended Dean looked at his daughters thinning hair and hugged her and said, "I will be back tomorrow. I love you, and I will have mama with me tomorrow."
"Okay daddy, I love you too." Samantha replied with a sad smile.
Dean left and when he got into the hotel room, the tears he had been holding back fell freely down his face. "Dean, baby what's wrong?" Maria asked as she pulled her husband into her arms.
"She is losing her hair." Dean replied. "This damn cancer is costing her, not only her health but her hair. Maria she is so fucking sick." Dean added.
"Oh my…Dean she is going to be okay, she will grow her hair back, and she will be 100% cancer free soon." Maria tried to reassure her husband.
"I am sorry I should be taking care of you my love. How are you feeling?" Dean asked after five minutes of sobbing.
"I am fine, I am literally worrying myself sick over this whole mess. The question is how are you feeling?" Maria asked.
"I am fine, thank you." Dean replied.
"For what?" Maria asked.
"For being the best damn wife in the world. For allowing me to show my weakness. For caring about not only me but our baby girl. I love you so much; I don't have to hide anything for you, thank you for being accepting of my old life, thank you for giving me our little angel." Dean answered.
"You don't have to thank me Dean; I do all of that because I love you and little Samantha more than anything in the world." Maria said.
"Should we call Sam?" Dean asked suddenly.
Maria nodded and put her cell on speaker and dialed. "Hello?" Sam answered.
"Hey Sam, Dean and I need to tell you and Amber something." Maria replied.
"Go ahead, you are on speaker." Amber replied.
"Maria is in the hospital, she has the flu. After she recovers from that she is going to get the port, then after about a week she will get round two of chemo." Dean said and Maria buried her face in his shoulder.
"Do you need us to come in?" Sam asked.
"No, you guys don't need to. Sam you are the best lawyer in California, and Amber you are the best pre-k teacher they have." Dean replied and he rubbed his wife's back.
"Well if you are sure, we have to go now and put Katie to bed, call us if anything happens or if you just change your minds." Sam said.
"Alright buy guys." Dean replied then hung up the phone. He held his distraught wife until she cried herself to sleep. He carefully changed her into some clean PJs before he too changed. He put Maria under to covers and when he got under them she snuggled closer to him in her sleep.
A/N~ As I said in the beginning I will make up not posting a chapter last night up to you guys. I might be able to post another one before I go to bed, and if I do it will be a lot longer, if I can't post tonight there will be a really long chapter tomorrow. Please review give me the inspiration I need to keep this story up.