Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or the characters. But christmas is almost here, so maybe? Who am I kidding? Kripke will never give them away, I sure wouldn't.

So, here is the sequel to Dying Days that I've been promising, and procrastinating so much. Hope it lives up to everyone's expectations!

Enjoy!

It is late in the afternoon, Dean is working on the impala, has been since they got back from the rakshasa hunt. After going after it with a crowbar, it needs a lot more work.

Bobby has ordered them pizza, and Sam is on his way out to pick it up, in Bobby's truck for obvious reasons.

As Sam walks towards Bobby's truck, he passes the impala. Dean is lying under it, with only his legs visible.

Sam is about to keep walking when he notices a small mark on Dean's shin, just above his ankle. Normally it wouldn't be visible, but his jeans have somehow ended up pushed up his legs a bit.

Knowing Dean's history, Sam makes a mental note to try to convince Dean to get it checked out later. But decides that while he is under a car is not the best time to say something.

By the time Sam gets back with the pizza, he has almost worked himself into a complete panic.

What if the cancer's back?

Will it be treatable?

Dad just died, Dean's not thinking straight. Will he even want to have treatment?!

I can't lose him too! I just can't!!

Sam nudges Dean's leg as he walks past, to get his attention. Sure enough, Dean slides out from under the car. "Dude, what was that for?" Dean questions with irritation clearly in his voice.

Sam motions to the pizza boxes he's carrying as he answers. "Time for dinner. Come inside, Dean."

"Okay." Dean agrees as he stands up. It is at this moment; he notices that Sam seems worked up, and after talking almost constantly trying to get his attention, now he is keeping his responses as short as possible, so he questions. "You okay, Sam?"

Given his current chain of thought, Sam nearly laughs at the absurdity of this question right now, but covers it, and says. "Just tired, Dean. Come inside." Before walking back towards the house.

After a seconds pause, Dean follows Sam inside. What the hell is going on with Sam? Whatever it is, I'm going to find out.

Dinner is conducted in an absolute silence. Sam is so stressed, he looks about ready to snap at whatever or whoever gets too close. So, Dean and Bobby remain quiet, and just finish their food before going their separate ways.

Sam continues to avoid speaking to Dean as much as possible until the next morning when Bobby has gone into town, leaving them there alone.

Seeing his opportunity, Sam goes over to Dean, who is sitting on the verandah, drinking, and sits down beside him. "Hey Dean."

Dean looks at Sam, he's surprised that after the hours of silent treatment, Sam is talking to him. "Sam."

Sam takes the beer bottle out of Dean's hand, and moves it away from both of them. "I've got to talk to you, Dean."

What is going on? Dean thinks as he looks at Sam questioningly, and questions. "What about?"

Sam can't even look at Dean as he replies. "Yesterday, when you were working on the car, I... I saw a mark on your ankle, and I know you never read the pamphlets they gave us last time, but I did, and, what I'm trying to say is, um ...I think you need to get it checked out." Sam knows he is rambling, but if he doesn't say it now, he's going to lose his nerve.

"What?" Dean says, maybe he heard wrong, he hopes desperately he heard wrong.

Sam doesn't answer, too lost in the memories of last time to speak.

Having to see it for himself, Dean leans over, rolls up his jeans, and quickly sees the odd mark on his left lower leg. As he looks closer, all Dean can think is.

Shit!

Oh fuck!

Please don't let it be back.

I can't go through that again!

Sam nearly got himself killed last time. What'll he do?!

Why is this happening now?!

They sit there is silence until the rumble of Bobby's truck brings them out of their thoughts, before they can go anywhere, Bobby walks up to them, a puzzled look on his face. "What're you two doing out here? Not working on the impala." It takes him barely a second to notice their distress. "What's going on boys? Are you both alright?"

Sam stays quiet, knowing that if Dean wants to tell Bobby, he'll do it, if he doesn't, Sam shouldn't force the matter.

After over a minute sitting in an awkward silence, Dean finally looks up, and says to Bobby. "We're fine, Bobby."

Obviously Bobby doesn't believe Dean, whatsoever, but if Dean doesn't want to tell him, he's not going to find out. "Okay. Well I've got to go find some info for another hunter. If you do decide that tell me what's going on, I'll be in the study." Without another word, Bobby walks towards the house.

Just as Bobby reaches the door, Dean calls out to him. "Can we borrow a car?"

Bobby stops in his tracks, and turns to face them. "For a hunt?"

Lying by omission, Dean replies. "No, we're just wanting to go down to Rapid City for a day or two."

"Okay Dean. You dumped the van, um... I just got a camero going, you can take that." Bobby tells them, resignedly. "When are you going?"

Sam answers this one, though he wants Dean to see someone as soon as possible, Sam knows they'll have to sort out insurance, and make appointments. "We have to sort some things out. Couple of days, maybe."

Bobby shrugs, and goes inside. Sam follows soon after, while Dean goes back over to the impala, desperately in need of a distraction.

It is almost a week later when Sam and Dean arrive at the Oncology department at Rapid City Regional Hospital.

Dean had acquired some very comprehensive medical insurance a few days ago under the name Dean Tyler, while Sam had worked on finding a specialist, and making an appointment; they had been lucky that there had been a cancellation, and they could get in quickly.

They walk down the hallway until they find the specialist, Dr Milton's consulting rooms, and walk inside.

Dean sits down, while Sam goes over to the reception desk. The lady there greets him in an overly cheerful tone, especially given where they are. "Good morning. How may I help you?"

"My brother has an appointment, Dean Tyler." Sam tells her, as he looks over his shoulder to make sure Dean hasn't run off.

The receptionist types something into her computer, and then tells Sam. "Dr Milton will be with you in a minute, just take a seat."

Sam walks over to Dean, sits down beside him, and they wait.

TBC...

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