The hunter from Uni.

Checked out.

(Third p.o.v)

In a random hotel room, there's a bed covered in pages of research about heart care. Sam sits among it all while his phone rings.
"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 866-907-3235. He can help." The voicemail rang as Sam was fighting his tears back.
"Hey, Dad. It's Sam. Uh...you probably won't even get this, but, uh...it's Dean. He's sick, and uh...the Doctors say there's nothing they can do. Um...but, uh, they don't know the things we know, right? So, don't worry, cause I'm uh¡...gonna do whatever it takes to get him better. Alright...just wanted you to know." He told before hanging up and tossed his phone onto the bed, and just sat in silence.
Not long after though, there's a knock on the door making him look up quickly with tears in his eyes. He rushed over to the door and opened it to find Dean leaning against the jam, looking terrible as Kat helped him stay right up.
"Hiya Sam." Kat spoke as Sam held a mixture of surprised, happy and confusion on his face all at once.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked making Dean smile and give a small chuckle.
"I checked myself out."
"I told him not to." Kat added
"What, are you crazy?" He asked as Dean began to make his way into the room, leaning on everything within reach of him.
"Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot. Besides, the Scooby-Doo marathon was over so no reason to stay there." He stated giving a shrug towards the whole thing.
Sam huffed a laugh as he shut the door behind them.
"You know, this whole I-laugh-in-the-face-of-death thing? It's crap. I can see right through it." He told
"Yeah, whatever, dude. Have you even slept? You look worse than me." He told as Sam began to help Kat get him to a chair.
"I've been scouring the Internet for the last three days. Calling every contact in Dad's journal." He told sitting across from the two of them.
"For what?"
"For a way to help you. One of Dad's friends, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska. A specialist."
"You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you?" He asked
"I'm not gonna let you die, period. We're going."
"We've gotta try at least." Kat added making Dean let out a sigh.
'We gotta at least try something. I can't lose him so soon.'