And here's another story I came up with….. This one doesn't have much supernatural stuff in it and is mostly just a little brotherly story….. I'm not sure if anyone will like it. When I started it I was thinking of going in a certain direction with it but then after writing a few pages switched it completely around and went in a totally different direction. Hope some of you like it.

Living Day to Day

Dean grabbed his ringing cell phone.

"What?" He shouted into it. He wasn't in a good mood; he had been stuck in traffic for over two hours after going out to pick up a pizza. It was Sam's turn to go but he had fallen asleep on the chair and when Dean tried to wake him up he had sleepily pushed him away. Instead of getting into an argument Dean had grabbed the keys and decided to pick up the pizza himself, thinking he would have plenty of time to get back in time to watch the basketball game. But now here he was stuck in traffic while his brother was relaxing back at the motel probably watching the game. This was the last time he was going to take Sam's turn, next time he'd throw him off the chair and make him go.


"No, it's Brad Pitt…. Who the hell do you think it is?" Dean said sarcastically. When Sam didn't answer Dean continued. "What do you want? And don't even tell me you want me to pick up something else. I've been stuck in this damn traffic for the last two hours and I'm so kicking your ass when I get home…..Damn pizza's cold and the beer's warm…."


"Damn it Sam speak up! I can't hear you!" Dean was pissed off and not being able to hear Sam was getting him even angrier. "Sam what the hell do you want? Spit it out!"

"Dean I….I'm not feeling too good…."

Dean's big brother protective mode immediately kicked in.

"What do you mean you're not feeling good? What's up?"

"My head….my head hurts…really, really bad…."

"You're not having visions again are you?" Dean knew his brother used to have painful visions and always had a bad headache during and right after one.

"No…this is different…."

"What do you mean different?" When Sam didn't answer Dean began to really get worried. "Sam! Sammy talk to me damn it!"

"Oh God Dean it hurts….it hurts…."

Dean then heard a low moan and the sound of the phone hitting the floor."

"Sam! Sammy! Damn it Sammy answer me!"

Dean tossed the phone on the passenger's seat and turned the wheel hard to the left. He drove on the small strip of land between the lanes and flew down the highway ignoring the irritated horns of the drivers that he passed. Twelve minutes later he pulled up at the motel and jumped out of the car and ran into the room.

"Sam! Sammy!" He shouted when he didn't immediately see his brother. Finally he found Sam lying between the bed and the wall, his face covered in blood which trickled from his nose and ears. "Sammy!" He shouted as he fell to his knees next to his brother and pulled him into his arms. He was scared to death. He used to be able to talk Sam through his painful headaches but he knew this one was different, Sam had never passed out or bled this bad before.

"Sammy?...Sammy come on buddy talk to me…" Dean patted his brother's face. "Sammy don't you do this to me…" He said as he gently shook Sam trying to get him to wake up. Sam only moaned softly but didn't open his eyes.

As much as he hated hospitals he knew he didn't have a choice. He picked Sam up and with tears in his eyes carried him out to the car and put him in the back seat. He then sped to the hospital all the while talking soothingly to his brother hoping he'd answer him.


Dean paced the waiting room covered in Sam's blood as he waited for word on his condition. They had been running tests on Sam for hours and he still hadn't heard anything. He was just about ready to storm into the examining room when a nurse came into the waiting room.

"How's my brother?" Dean asked walking over to her.

"He's awake and we moved him to a room. I'll take you to see him."

"How is he?" Dean asked as he followed her.

"The doctor will be in to see you and he'll explain everything."

Dean looked over at the nurse trying to read her, but she was good at hiding her thoughts.

He walked into the room expecting to see Sam lying down but instead he was sitting up in bed watching TV as if nothing was wrong.

"Hey." Dean said as he walked over.

"Hey." Sam gave him a small smile. "The game's still on. They're in overtime." He nodded toward the set.

"Yeah I see….You had me worried there for awhile…How're you doing?"

"I feel fine."

"What did the doctor say?"

"I didn't talk to him yet."

"Do they tell you when you can get out of here?"

With their fake medical cards they always tried to get out of the hospital as soon as possible.

"I think they want me to stay a day or two but I feel fine …See if you can get the release papers so I can sign myself out."

"I'll talk to the doctor and see what I can do."

A few minutes later

The nurse came back into the room and told Dean that the doctor wanted to see him. Dean saw the questioning look Sam gave him and shrugged his shoulders; he had no idea why the doctor wanted to see him alone.

He left the room and followed the nurse into the small conference room.

"Doc, what is it?" Dean asked when he saw the expression on the doctor's face.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news."

Dean swallowed hard and felt the room start to spin.

"What?" He could barely utter the word.

"Your brother has a brain tumor….The tests show it's inoperable…. I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do for him….Your brother's condition is terminal"