Disclaimer: As much as i wish i owned Sam and Dean, I don't. (cry)
"Quit it Dean!" Sam yells as he picks up an M&M from its landing spot on his homework. "I've got to get this done Dean. Unlike you I actually plan to get away from this life one day, and I can't do that if I don't get good grades." Who was he kidding; he could do this work in his sleep.
"Whatever Sammy." Would someone please tell the room to stop spinning? ...Maybe I should tell him I'm not feeling so good.
"It's Sam." He complains, almost automatically. He then turns to face his brother; it is immediately obvious that something is wrong. "You alright?"
He barely finishes speaking before Dean collapses to the floor, and begins to shake violently. "Dean!" Sam drops to his knees beside his brother, wrapping his arms around him, desperately trying to stop him from banging into any of the furniture, with little success. After thirty terrifying seconds the seizure finally subsides, Sam grabs for the phone, and quickly dials 911.
"Hello, please state the nature of your-"
"My brother...we were just messing around, then he was on the floor...I think he had a seizure." Sam rambled, barely controlling his panic.
"Where are you kid?"
Sam thought for a moment, trying to remember the name of their latest motel. "Sleep Easy Motel, on the highway."
"Alright, the ambulance will be there soon. I'll stay on the line with you until they get there, okay. Are your parents there?"
"No, Dad's away on...business." Yeah, the business of clearing a rather nasty spirit out of an old farmhouse.
"How about your mom sweetheart?"
"Don't have one. How long till the ambulance gets here?"
A couple of hours later Sam is sitting in the waiting room of the local emergency department, trying for the twentieth time to reach his dad, finally he remembers that he was hunting with Bobby. How could I forget that? Maybe he's at Bobby's; after all he is supposed to be home tomorrow, so the hunt should be over.
"Hello." Bobby answers the phone gruffly.
"Bobby, its Sam. Is Dad there? I really need to talk to him."
"Just a minute kiddo."
A moment later John picks up the phone. "Sam." He answers the phone wearily.
"Dad, I've been trying for ages to call you. You've got to get home now!"
"Whoa Sam, since when did you start giving the orders. What's wrong?"
"Dean's sick, we're at the hospital. I had to call an ambulance Dad, the doctor said he had a seizure, and-"
"One minute he was fine, then... I don't know what happened, and the doctor won't tell me, they just keep saying that you need to be here."
"I'll be there in a couple of hours." Less if I have any say in it.
"Bye Dad." Sam places the payphone back onto its hook, Dean's doctor walks over to him a moment later.
"Sam, did you manage to reach your father?"
"He'll be here in a couple of hours. Can I see Dean yet?" The pleading tone in his voice did not go unnoticed by the doctor.
"He's still unconscious."
"I just need to be with him, please." The eyes work everytime.
"Okay, follow me." The doctor leads Sam over to a curtained cubicle. "Don't be afraid when you see him, we've got him attached a several monitors, an IV, and some extra oxygen." Had she been talking to any other fourteen year old this probably would have been frightening, but for Sam seeing Dean in hospital was getting to be an all too familiar experience.
As the doctor pulls back the curtain Sam is actually shocked by the sight before him, Dean is lying on the narrow bed, almost as white as the sheets, attached to numerous machines. Also Sam can't help but notice how thin Dean has become, he'd always thought of his brother as lean, but this was more than that. "Dean." Sam whispers, barely audible to the doctor.
The doctor places a hand on his shoulder. "You can go closer if you want, just be careful of the IV."
Sam stays rooted to the spot. "Why is this happening? He was fine, what's wrong with him?"
"We should really wait until your father arrives."
"Please, just tell me."
"Um, okay. He has cancer; we think today's seizure was caused by one of the secondary tumors in his brain."
Sam looks at the doctor, shocked by her statement. "What?! But he's- How can this- Is he going to- He was fine." Sam mumbles in shock.
"I'm sorry. This must be a shock, why don't you just take a seat here, and we'll talk more when your father arrives." The doctor leads Sam to a chair beside Dean's bed; he sinks into the chair, resting his head in his hands. After checking Dean's vitals the doctor makes herself scarce.