I'm so sorry this last chapter took so long for me to post. Life has been busy, and I've had a bit of writer's block, but I finally managed to pound out the last chapter today.

I thank everyone in advance for taking the time to read this, and as always, please leave a quick review to let me know what you thought. It would really mean a lot to me. I had a great time writing this one. Hendricksen is always fun to write, and this was also my first weechester fic.

"Sammy NO!" Shouted John as he desperately tried to reach his son before he laid his hands over the young girl's heart, but he was a step too late. The moment Sam made contact with Tori's chest, his whole body seized and jerked forward with the intense vibrations and pain searing through him, but he used all the strength in his young body not to break the connection. Sam's eyes were screwed shut and his teeth were gnashing together in both determination and pain.

The three men were all left as helpless witnesses of the sight before them, as none of them dared to interfere due to the drastic consequences it could have on either child.

"Sammy, please!" John tried again, "Stop! You've done your best, son. We all know that…Jesus, Sam, let go!"

Despite the shockwaves of pain and heat flowing through Sam's body, he was able to respond to his father.

"I've…..almost…..got it!" He cried between clenched teeth. "Just….a few…more…..seconds!"

Bobby stood in awe as he watched the scene. What he saw directly after Sam's words shook him to the core. He looked at John.

"John, you seeing this?" He said, barely above a whisper.

All the blood quickly drained from John's face as he realized what Bobby was referring to.

Victor looked up in confusion at the other two men.

"What's wrong with Sam's eyes?" He asked.

As the healing attempt finally seemed to be coming to a close, Sam had managed to open his eyes. He continued to stare down at Tori as his hands pressed securely down on her, but instead of his usual hazel colored eyes, he was staring down at her with eyes as black as coal.

Before either John or Bobby had a chance to speak, the shaking in Sam's body ceased, and Sam's eyes returned to their regular color. Sam sucked in a deep breath and sat back on his heels as he removed his hands from the tiny girl's body.

As John was about to take a step toward the children to see if they were okay, he saw Dean running toward them at top speed. Evidently he could see from the car what had been taking place and decided he needed to be closer to Sam. As Sam realized that Dean was about to reach him, he shouted a warning.

"No! Don't touch me yet!" He cried as he stared down at his hands. "Something still isn't right."

Sam's words stopped Dean in his tracks just as he was about to reach out to him. John rushed to Sam and kneeled down beside him. "What is it, Sammy? What's wrong?"

Sam shook his head as he continued to flex his fingers and shake his hands. "It's my hands, they're still burning really bad." Sam paused a moment and sat completely still. "It's Tori's sickness. I can still feel it."

Victor and Bobby joined John and Dean on the blanket as they all encircled Sam and Tori. Victor looked expectantly to each person around him. "What just happened?" he asked as he cradled his daughter in his arms. "Did it work?"

Sam didn't answer Victor. Instead he began rocking back and forth on his heels and wrapped his arms around his waist. His breathing grew more rapid and within seconds he was beginning to hyperventilate and perspire. The color quickly faded from his face and his skin suddenly became pale and pasty.

"Dad, I don't feel good. It hurts so bad!" Sam cried. "It started in my hands but now it's all inside my body."

Dean looked to his father with pleading eyes. "Dad, what's wrong with him? What's the matter with Sammy?" Dean wanted nothing more than to throw his arms around his brother to comfort him, but didn't quite dare to touch him just yet.

John looked to his best friend. "Bobby? What are you thinking?"

A horrified look had taken over Bobby's face as he slowly shook his head. "I don't want to say out loud what I'm thinking right now." He answered.

"Well, say it anyways!" John growled.

Bobby scrubbed his hand over his face and tried to keep his voice steady and somewhat objective with his answer, even if the words broke his heart and made him sick to his stomach as they left his lips. "I'm thinking he didn't cure the girl of her illness, but took it from her, and now it's in him."

Somewhere hidden in the back of his mind, John had suspected the same thing, however hearing the words aloud were like a punch in the face. His chest began to ache. Victor seemed stunned by what Bobby had said and couldn't accept it.

"No," he said quietly, "That can't be what happened." Victor looked at John. "Why would that happen now and never before? He never took on the symptoms of people he's saved before, did he?"

"He's never had symptoms of anything before." John answered. "Sam has never been sick or hurt a day in his life. Until now I didn't think it was possible for him to become ill or feel pain."

Sam continued to moan and clutch his stomach in pain. A look of panic spread over his face as he asked. "Dad, what's going on? Am I gonna die?"

Regardless of any potential for danger in touching him, John reached out and scooped his youngest son in his arms. He breathed a small sigh of relief when this didn't seem to cause any additional harm to Sam or to him. "Of course not," John managed to say, "You're just having a reaction to Tori's sickness right now, but soon you'll start to feel better. Just give it a little time." He pulled Sam tightly into his jacket and wrapped his arms around him as tears welled up in John's eyes.

Guilt was starting to grip at Victor's chest for the amount of pressure he put on John to have Sam do this for him. Unbeknownst to him, he had placed Sam in grave danger, and as he looked down on the poor little guy curled up in his father's arms he knew this was his fault. "John, man, I am so sorry." He began, "I…..I had no idea that anything like this could happen. I wouldn't wish this on anyone, especially not a child who was only trying to help us. I just wish there was something I could do. I never wanted this."

Bobby's anger and frustration were getting the better of him. "Then why in the Hell'd you call him back?" He demanded.

"I didn't call him back!" Victor argued. "I thought the whole thing was over. John said that Sam couldn't help and I had accepted that. Next thing I knew the kid came out of nowhere and told me to stay back and not touch him. I was just as surprised by it as you were."

Rage and frustration were building up in John, however, a sickening groan from Sam put John's mind back onto the matter at hand and he was able to focus. He turned to Bobby. "What we need is another healer. We need to get in touch with every single person out there that may have any type of connection whatsoever. Finding another one is Sam's only hope."

A frown covered Dean's face as he responded to his father. "I didn't know there were any other healers, Dad. In all the places we've been we've never heard of any."

"Well there's got to be one, Dean! There's got to be another one and we've got to get out there and find him." John roared. "It's that simple"

Bobby scratched the scruff on his chin and neck and offered another idea. "Or, we could try the one you're holding in your arms?"

John gave Bobby a look of confusion and disgust. "What the Hell are you talking about, Bobby?"

Undaunted by John's anger, Bobby shot his answer right back. "I'm talking about the fact that Sam may very well still have the ability to heal, and if that's the case then the first thing we need to do is have Sam try to heal himself."

John was now beyond the point of having any patience. "Are you insane? Look at him! He's too sick, there's no way he'll be able to do anything like that!"

"Look, John. I don't think we have any other choice here. It's either that or Sam dies." Upon seeing the pathetic look on his friend's face, Bobby tried to soften his tone a little bit. "You just said that Sam's never been sick before, right? Well maybe he's stronger than we think he is, but he's just having a hard time adjusting to feeling like Hell warmed over cuz he's never felt that way before. Honestly, what do we have to lose? If it doesn't work then Sam's no worse off than he is now, but it if does work…."

John shrugged his shoulders and shook his head at first, but very soon after thinking about what Bobby had said he decided to at least give it a try. He pulled Sam away from his chest and made him sit up.

"Okay, Sammy," John began. "I need you to be strong right now and do something for me. Do you hear me?"

Sam's eyes were filled with tears from the pain he felt and he wanted nothing more but to curl back up against his father's chest and feel the warmth coming from beneath his leather jacket. "No," Sam answered, "I can't. I feel too yucky right now."

"Come on, Sam. I just need you to do this one little thing, then you can go back to sleep."

Sam adamantly shook his head as he tried to return into John's arms. John looked up at Bobby again. "I don't think he can do it." He explained.

"Oh for Christ sake, John," Bobby chastised. "It's high time you grew a set and put your foot down." Bobby braced himself for what he had to do and turned his attention to Sam. He took Sam off John's lap and sat him down on the blanket.

"Sam, you listen to me and you listen good." Bobby began. "You've got the power to make yourself feel better, but first you've got to stop your belly aching and focus on what needs to be done. Now you sit up, stop crying and use all your strength to get that illness out of your body." Sam continued to shake his head as Bobby spoke, but before he could tell Bobby 'no', Bobby gave one final warning. "And if I hear 'no' or 'I can't' come out of your mouth one more time, you're going over my knee. You hear me, boy?"

Dean shot up and defended his little brother. "You can't do that! He's sick. You can't threaten a sick kid!"

Bobby shot a warning glance in Dean's direction. "That goes double for you, hot shot."

Even as sick as Sam was feeling, the threat of being punished by his Uncle Bobby made Sam's eyes widened in fear. He shot a quick glance to his father and, seeing that he was not going to come to his rescue, finally nodded.

"Yes, sir." He replied weakly as he forced himself to sit up.

Bobby smiled at Sam's determination. He just hoped like Hell his plan worked. He would have a very hard time living with himself after the way he had just spoken to Sam if it didn't. "That's my big boy." He encourage. Bobby placed his hands on Sam's shoulders as he gave him a pep talk.

"Now Sam, your healing powers are still inside you, you've just got to look past the pain you're feeling and get to it. You've got to really concentrate and make yourself better. I know you can do this, but you've really got to focus and work really hard. Now go to it!"

Bobby backed away a step to give Sammy some room. Sam lay back on the blanket, closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. He took a few deep breaths and within a moment he seemed to relax.

Victor, who had been sitting with Tori resting in his arms, watched in anticipation, expecting something to happen. After a moment of Sam laying there motionless, he looked to Bobby. "Do you think he fell asleep?" He asked.

Victor no sooner got those words out of his mouth when Sam's head shot back and his back arched completely off the blanket. Everyone moved back a bit as Sam writhed around, twisting back and forth and from side to side with his eyes screwed shut and jaw clenched tight. This continued for several grueling seconds and it appeared as though Sam was having some type of seizure.

John watched on in horror as if frozen in fear. He wasn't afraid of many things, after all, he did hunt monsters for a living, but this sight before him scared the Hell out of him. He silently prayed that somehow his boy would come out of this alive and well.

Dean was beyond terrified. He looked back and forth from his brother to his father, wondering when this would all be over and they would be able to just get back in the Impala and drive away.

Suddenly, Sam's eyes shot open, he opened his mouth wide and let out a roaring scream as a giant burst of white light flew out of his chest and straight up into the night air. A moment later, everything went silent and dark as the white light disappeared and Sam lay still and lifeless on the blanket.

The sight of young Sam laying there caused both John and Dean to stand almost paralyzed with fear. Bobby was the one who stepped forward and kneeled at Sam's side, placing his fingers against Sam's neck.

John tried to speak, but couldn't get his mouth to form the words. "Is he?...Does he have a ….." He managed to stammer out.

Bobby turned to John and nodded. "Yeah, he has a pulse." He then placed his hand on Sam's chest. "He's got a good heartbeat and is breathing pretty steady too."

Upon hearing this, John could once again take a breath in and moved to Bobby's side next to Sam. Dean scurried with his father to move closer to his brother as well.

John gently shook Sam's shoulder and brushed the hair out of his eyes. "Sammy?" he prodded, "C'mon, Sammy, it's time to wake up."

Sam moaned softly and began to stir. He then opened his eyes and stared at his surroundings in confusion. "Dad?" he asked. "What happened? Did I get knocked out?"

John smiled, "Yeah, something like that. How are you feeling? Are you okay?"

Sam pulled his upper body forward and rested back on his elbows. He thought for a moment and answered. "Yeah, I feel fine."

Dean was so elated to hear this that he began to laugh out loud in relief. A huge smile beamed on his face as he spoke. "That's because you're one tough son of a bit…I mean, gun!" This made Sam laugh as well.

Bobby helped Sam sit up the rest of the way and rested his hand against Sam's back. "So, is the sickness gone? Did you knock it out of your body?"

Sam pressed his hands tentatively against his chest and closed his eyes for a moment. He then reopened them and smiled up at his family. "Yeah, it's gone…..all gone. I'm fine."

Victor took a few steps forward anxiously with Tori and sat her down next to Sam. "What about my daughter? Were you able to get all of it out of her too?"

Sam crawled a few feet over to Tori and placed his hand on her. He smiled after a moment and nodded at Victor. "Yes, sir. It's all gone from her too. She's all better now."

Victor's heart swam in his chest as he threw his arms around his daughter and began to cry. He hugged her tightly and buried his head into her small jacket. "Oh, thank God….thank God….thank God!" He cried. Then, coming to his senses, Victor gently let go of Tori and pulled Sam into a big bear hug. "What am I saying?" He asked as he pulled out of the hug and held Sam by the shoulders. "I mean, Thank you, Sam Winchester. I will never forget the wonderful gift you gave to me and Tori tonight. You and your family will always be in my thoughts and prayers." He then looked at the rest of them, "Always, I mean that. I can never repay you for what you've given us tonight."

John and Bobby smiled at Victor, but just as John was about to speak, a woman appeared from the other side of the patrol car. "Victor?" She said, "What on Earth is going on?"

Victor addressed his mother as she approached him. "Ma, you promised you would wait in the car for me."

Alice shook her head at her son. "Well that was until I saw that huge beam of light come from the sky to where you and Tori were standing. What in God's green earth was that? Is everything okay over here?"

Victor scooped Tori up in his arms, walked over to his mother and gave her a hug. "Yes, Mom," He answered. "Everything is just perfect. Now let's go home." As he led his mother back to the car, he turned one last time toward the family of Winchesters/Singers and waved. A tear-filled smile covered his face as he looked up toward the Heavens. Everyone watched as the three silhouettes slowly disappeared into the night sky, and a few moments later they were watching the car's headlights drive out of sight.

Dean was the first to speak. "So…can we go now?"

John chuckled a little as he ruffled the hair on his son's head. "What? Not enough excitement for you tonight?" he chided.

"No, no." Dean answered. "That was PLENTY enough excitement for me, thank you very much, but, I'm getting hungry and could really go for something to eat!"

"Me too!" Sam chimed in.

"Alright. I saw an all-night diner about twenty-five miles from here. We can stop there and grab some dinner."

"Great!" Dean cheered. "Most diners have great pie!"

Dean and Sam ran ahead to the car and climbed excitedly into the back seat. The two adults smiled at the boys' happiness as they trailed along behind them. Bobby looked to his friend, the smile fading from his face. "So," he asked. "Are we both gonna pretend that we didn't see what happened with Sam's eyes while he was taking the cancer out of that girl?"

A serious look crossed John's face. "For now, yeah, that's exactly what we're gonna do." He answered. "We've known for a while now what happened that night in Sam's nursery, and if it comes down to it then we know what will need to be done, but," John stopped walking and faced Bobby. "In the meantime we'll just keep an eye on him, same as we've always done."

Bobby nodded in agreement, but the ache in his heart remained.

An hour later the family was eating happily in a booth at the diner. It was late, so the only other patrons there were a few truckers and a man using the payphone in the corner. As they were getting ready to leave, Sam told his father that he needed to use the bathroom.

John nodded and turned to Dean. "Dean, take your brother to the men's room. I'm gonna go pay the check."

"But, I don't have to go to the bathroom." Dean answered.

Before John could shoot a warning glance in Dean's direction, Sam chimed in. "Dad, I don't need anyone to take me, I can do it all by myself. Stop treating me like a baby."

John sighed and was about to say something back to Sam, but Sam continued to plead his case. "Look, the bathroom's right there, and no one's here anyway. I'll just be a minute and then I'll be right back."

Exasperated, John shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, go by yourself, but do what you've got to do and then come right back out. I'll be waiting right here for you."

Sam smiled and walked proudly to the men's room. Once he entered, he was a little surprised to see another man already in there. Sam frowned a little bit, as he didn't recognize the man as a customer who had been eating in the diner. Sam continued into the room and used the bathroom. When he finished, he walked to the sink to wash his hands. The man smiled down at him.

"Big day today, huh, sport?" the man asked.

Sam moved his eyes toward the man, but didn't answer him as he reached for the container of soap on the sink's edge.

"I mean," the man continued. "Saving two people in one day, then saving yourself? I'd call that a big day for sure!"

Sam frowned again as he addressed the stranger. "Who are you? How do you know about that?"

"Oh c'mon, Sammy, I'm your number one fan! I make it a point to know about you. After all, you've always been my favorite." The man gave a big creepy smile that covered his entire face.

Sam looked cautiously toward the door, really wishing that he hadn't talked his dad into letting him come in alone. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, and I've got to go." Sam started walking toward the door, but the man blocked his path.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you go in just a minute. But first, you have something that belongs to me, and I need it back now. But don't worry, I'll give you something else in its place."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, becoming visibly upset now. "I don't have anything of yours. I don't even know you."

The creepy smile grew even bigger on the man's face as he placed his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Yes, you do have something of mine. Well, something I gave you when you were a little baby, but it developed too quickly on you. You weren't supposed to be able to use it for many more years, but something went wrong with it, so now I need it back. I'll replace it with a different one that isn't broken." With those words, a faint sizzle could be heard and Sam pulled his shoulder away in surprise at the jolt he felt.

The stranger took his hand away. "There," he assured. "All better. Now go back out to your family." He then stared down at Sam, and Sam noticed the deep yellow eyes on him. "And tell your Dad I said 'Hello'."

Sam ran out of the men's room and straight toward his father. He tried very hard not to cry as he told his dad and Bobby what had just happened. Within seconds the two men charged into the men's room, looking for the stranger that Sammy had described, but he was nowhere to be found in the empty room.

Confused and startled, John and Bobby gathered the boys and piled into the Impala. A moment later the car pulled away.

The man at the payphone looked out the window as he watched the shiny black car pull onto the highway. "Yes, sir," he said into the phone. "They were just here." He loosened his tie and undid a few buttons on his tan trench coat. "Yes, I will see to it that their memories are taken care of. None of them will remember today. Not the Winchesters, and not the Hendricksens. As far as Hendricksen and his mother will remember, Tori was cured of her cancer by a bone marrow transplant, and the Winchesters and Mr. Singer will not recall Sam having any special abilities, ever." The man stared straight ahead and remained expressionless as he spoke into the phone. "Yes, sir. Consider it done."

He hung up the phone and pushed the diner doors open. He felt a chilled breeze as he stepped out into the night air. Bright blue eyes gazed up toward the sky as he took a deep breath. The man took a few steps forward and then, with the sound of fluttering wings, he disappeared.

THE END.