The doctor didn't know what else to do. He decided to pick a spot on the filthy-looking carpet and stare for a few moments. He hated telling people things like this. This wasn't what he became a doctor for. He wanted to help peopel, provde comfort, not this. When he risked looking up again he noticed that the taller man's breathing was eratic. He was having a panic attack. They happen all the time in cases like this. The doctor in him immediately sprung out without even thinking about it.

"Whoa, sir are you alright," he asked while reaching out a hand to him and was easing him back into a chair that was luckily only a few feet away. He knew what the answer would be, but he needed the man to give him some recognition.

Him speaking brought the other, Dean, out of his trance. Dean was on the other side of Sam before he knew it. He was presently checking Sam's pulse when Dean started speaking.

"Hey, Sam come on. Breathe. I need you here, Caylee needs you here. Your not helping anybody if you pass out on us, saquach," he tried to chuckle, but it came out as a sob, and had Dean coughing awkwardly. Both the doctor and Sam looked at him and saw the unshed tears shining in his eyes.

Apon Dean's arrival at Sam's side, his pulse was down and his breathing was returning to normal. That was a good sign. They must really be a close bunch, the doctor mused.

Once he was happy with Sam's breathing and Dean's color in his face, he decided to continue.

"Guys, about Caylee," he started. He wanted to get back on the subject subtly. Both pairs of eyes immediately came back ot him, but he forced himself not to look away and show signs of distress. He couldn't afford to get attached to patients, it would cloud his judgement.

" What's wrong with her Doc," Dean's soft voice met his ears and broke his heart along with it. This was gonna kill them and him before he could finish.

" As I said, she has a hereditory form of brain cancer. From the tests I would say it would be about five months along. It wouldn't have showed itself until about the third month. Thats when it was large enough to press against the skull and the brain. It would have caused headaches, lack of appetite, she could have been sore, or have trouble sleeping," he needed to get as much information as possible to help in treat Caylee.

Dean and Sam looked at each other breifly and then back at the doctor. Sam spoke.

"Yah, she's been getting these really bad headaches lately. She also hasn't been eating as much, but we just thought it was because we were in the car all the time. We were on a road trip," he put in apon the doctor's quizzical glance.

The doctor quickly took down the details on his chart before setting it aside again.

"I'm afraid that her headaches will only increase, which will bring extreme pain, but I can always prescribe a pain killer so that it will take the edge away. She was admitted because she was coughing up blood. Now, that can be contributed to the pressure on her brain. We can give her medication for that daily, but it has to be administered in needle form. Boys, from the tests that my team took, our conclusion is that the type of cancer is terminal. There are some treatments, chemotherapy and radiotherapy, but that can only prolong her life for a matter of months. Without treatment, she most likely won't make it past four months," he said regretfully.

Sam let out something related to a stangled sob, which was tried and failed miserably to be covered up with a soft cough. Dean heard it, but couldn't look at his brother right then. Instead he just nodded slightly. All three of them stayed quiet for a while before Dean spoke up.

"We want to see her," he requested urgently. He needed to know that she was fine for now with his own two eyes.

The doctor just simply nodded his head and gestured for them to follow him.