The doctor delivered the news. "Chronic fatigue syndrome, what the heck's that?" Dean asked, never one to pay attention to school. "I said what's the fuck that?"

"Don't swear Dean" John said absently, his gaze outside the window.

"Chronic stands for on-going and fatigue stands for tired, put it together Dean" Sam said harshly, his fingers tightening on Tyson's hand.

Dean left the room at his brothers harsh remark and Bobby hurried out after him.

"Please leave me alone" Sam said to the doctor and his father. John waved the doctor on and then turned back to the bed. His son wanted to be alone to deal with it, he couldn't deny him that.

"Tyson stays" Sam said, eyes on the wall.

"Very well" John said tightly then shut the door behind him and went out into the corridor. "How long will his condition be for doc?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Winchester his condition is very severe, the average case it goes on for six months but your's son's is much more, it will go on well into his adult hood, I am sorry"

"What's the cause?"

"There is none sir"

"But there's got to be something right? Something that can?"

"Infections have all been known to lead to-"

"If he had an infection and overworked, could that lead to?" John couldn't say Sam's diagnosis, he couldn't say the words.

"I could not say sir"

I knew it. My fault. I did this to him. John shook the doctors hand and then went out into the sunshine. The sun was shining down heating up the earth but John felt so cold. He saw Dean sitting on a bench outside the hospital with Bobby, who was talking earnestly to him.

John watched them for a few seconds and then started in the opposite direction. He went straight into the place he needed and sat down. "What can I get you sir?"

"The strongest drink you've got here" I fucking need it. My fault. I've destroyed my boy's life. My fault. All mine.

Bobby had just dropped a distraught Dean off at his house and then had to go looking for John. Sam only wanted his boyfriend with him and had threatened to call the guards when him and Dean had gone back, Bobby had to practically drag Dean out of that hospital he was so angry at how his brother was treating him.

John could have easily gone on a hunt which might sound that he didn't care, he truly did, it was just his way of dealing with things. Like when his wife and soulmate had died, he had run away with his boys. When John couldn't fix things he ran away, it was practically he's motto.

Bobby was about to go find out if there was any hunts around here when he saw the sign to the pub. Of course, the pub.

Just drink it all away, now that was Bobby's motto. He hadn't earned the namesake of town drunk for nothing.

Bobby supposed that was something him and John had an understanding of, they had both lost their other halves and had dealt with it in the only way they knew how.

He went into the pub.

"Come and give it a go then" John taunted the two men at the bar that looked extremely pissed off at him.

Great Bobby muttered.

John laughed and laughed and then one of the men punched him. John hit back and the other man went for him. Bobby knocked him back hard so that he went tumbling to the floor then hit the other man just as hard. He gave the people around a menacing look so that they all stepped back as he hauled John up and got him the hell out of there.

"They're gone" Tyson told Sam once Bobby and Dean had left. Sam opened his eyes, ashen with tears. Tyson pulled his boyfriend's head into his chest and hugged him tightly.

"I can't deal with this Ty. It's not like I just have CFS, I have it severely. I won't be able to do anything. I will feel exhausted every minute of every day for the rest of my life, I can't do this" Sam started to hyperventilate from the panic of what his life was going to be like.

"Hey, hey" Tyson gripped his shoulders. "Breathe, in, out. Come on Sam"

Sam fumbled for Tyson's fingers, threw his head back and gulped in the air. Even that caught on a wave of dizziness and as his head smacked back down he threw up over the bed, getting sick on Tyson.

Tyson jumped up and coaxed Sam back down into his bed, wiped the sick off his face and made him drink some water before calling for a nurse. She gave him a fresh shirt and cleaned it up, checked up on Sam and then left them alone.

Tyson sat next to Sam. "No don't" Sam gripped his sleeve.

"You want me to go?" Tyson cocked his head towards the door.

"No" Sam smiled sadly. "Can you get in here with me, I promise not to throw up on you again"

"Of course" Tyson lay down on the bed next to Sam, wrapping his arm around the Sam's shoulders who leant into him.

Sam knew he should tell Tyson to go, to let him go because there was no way they would be able to have a relationship now. He should but he didn't because just for one night, the last night really, he wanted his boyfriend with him, before he didn't have one.

His family would always be there to help him through it but Tyson wouldn't so that was why he pushed his family away and had Tyson stay.

Sam's eyelids started to droop and he let them, at least sleep, his dreams, could take him away from what his life was going to be like now.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait and thanks for the reviews from the last chapter.