the undying love

so much for my happy ending pt.1

"If Dylan wants to live, Sam must die."

The words echoed in the empty that filled Dylan's thoughts. Sam immediately grabbed Dylan up and ran for the door.
Running in the snow, running on the ice, Sam darted for the Impala, when Dylan looked behind Dean and Ellen were right behind them.
"SAM! STOP THIS NOW!" Sam turned around and shot at the ground in front of them both, standing his ground Dylan stood behind Sam's tall figure. Ellen approached cautiously, "Sam, let Dylan go. He can live a healthy life without Rowena needing to fix him, now boy you know that boy loves you with every fiber in his body and wouldn't want you to commit suicide over him." Sam was crying, reaching for his head before answering, "no! I'm gonna fix him and I-I'm gonna protect him! I'm gonna make sure he's okay! He needs me and I-I need him!" He aimed the gun at Ellen, she stopped walking and reached for Taurus. Sam shot again in the ground, this time inches away from Ellen's feet. Dylan finally spoke, "Sam, she's right. We'll find a way to fix me." He's sobbing now because he feels like he has to choose aside."Baby, ending your life to keep me breathing would eventually lead me to kill myself, you don't need that, and Rowena is always mixing and fixing spells to save me." Sam turned around and looked at Dylan before turning back and shooting Ellen in the stomach. Dean ran forward and shot at Sam to scare him off.
Sam grabbed Dylan and put him in the car, before driving away. Dylan looked in the rearview and saw Dean picking Ellen up and screaming for Rowena.

Sam later pulled over at a gas station where he saw the news breaking of Ellen's shooting.
"Today, Ellen Harvelle, 56 was shot and severely hurt at a friend's house.
The older woman was in a gunfight with Sam Winchester, 36, who is the suspect who shot Ms. Harvelle. More details will come when she's out of surgery."
Sam threw the remote across the hotel room, Dylan sat down thinking, trying to find a reasonable idea why Sam got so possessive, so fast. He finally spoke up, "Sam, let us go back home. This is crazy, we can live a normal life back home." Sam looked at him and rubbed his face, "If we go back, they'll need me to die for you to live!" Dylan was getting bothered now, "Oh so you expect me to fight Melanoma and osteosarcoma out here? No meds or nothing?"
Sam stopped. Realizing that he's now put Dylan in a bad predicament. Before Sam could speak, Dylan was leaving the room to go on a walk.
Sam ran out after Dylan, knowing him, he would run off and refuse treatment if cancer came back. "Dylan. Stop, please? We'll go back I promise." Dylan turned around and slapped Sam in the face. He felt like his body was on fire, he was so furious. Sam looked shocked like Dylan wouldn't even try an attempt like that.
"I am going to leave regardless of what you say. I'm calling Dean."
Sam stepped backward and went into the hotel room. Dylan walked off and waited for Dean to answer.
"Hello?"
"Dylan where are you?"
"I'm okay, can you please come to get me?"
"Yeah, sure where are you?"
"The Royal Inn"
"Okay. I'm on my way."
Dylan hung up and continued to the road waiting to see him pull up.
About 15 minutes later, Dean pulled into the lot. Sam came out as soon as he saw Dean start walking towards Dylan. Dean aimed his gun at Sam, sending off a silent warning with it. Sam stopped in his tracks and looked at Dylan, "come on baby, we can do this. We can get away, right now, forever."
Dylan shook his head, he couldn't let Sam talk him into staying. Dean closed the distance between him and Dylan, and pulling him from the middle ground, and had him get into the car. Dean looked back at Sam, who now had tears and red eyes. Dean stepped closer to him, "you don't come near us again. You shot one of our closest friends and now you ran off with someone who needs cancer treatments at any given moment? You're not right Sam, get into fucking check before coming back." Sam started sobbing, everything he loved and everything he cared about was falling apart, this once impregnable relationship was now falling apart, brick by brick.

Back at the bunker, Dylan jumped on the couch, the radiation that was used was so much stronger than normal. He didn't feel okay being up for long times. Dean walked over and sat at the opposite end of the couch, they have lived together for years now, but it doesn't feel right when they hang out.
Dylan however, made a move that would transpire an unforeseeable set of events.
Even though it was a small step, Dylan opened a door. He scooted over and laid down on Dean, he was so tired and he just needed someone to lay down on someone. Dean looked down at him and smiled, "you comfortable?" Dylan nodded slowly and started to get sleepy, and Dean started to talk, thinking he fell asleep already.
"Dylan, I know I give you a hard time but I love you. When you got diagnosed with cancer, I cried every night. You have done so much and I never appreciated it. You are so strong and I wish I could have been like Sammy, he took you in so fast and I didn't. God Dylan, I love you."
Dean started to cry and caressed Dylan's hair and face. Dylan felt a shock through his body. He knew Dean was hurt but this hurt? Dylan looked at him and grabbed his hand. Dean grabbed it back, Dylan kept his eyes locked on him and jumped up and kissed him.
Dean embraced his soft lips. They both pulled away, they didn't know how to react.
"We should go see Ellen." Dylan broke the silence, Dean nodded silently and went to go get dressed.

At the hospital, Ellen was sitting up with her nurse checking her vitals. Dylan and Dean peeked in. Ellen smiled at the sight of them, despite looking like a complete wreck, her smile was the brightest one in the room. Ellen spoke silently, her voice sounding like a gravel back road. "I see you ditched Sam," she took a sip of ice water before continuing, "I'm glad you did the right thing there. He almost sent me home to see Cas."
Dylan sat down on the bed looking at his best friend, her hair was a mess, her eyebrows not done, and her make up off. Dylan felt this immense amount of stress. He didn't know how to begin this apology.
"Ellen, I, I need you to hit your call light." Ellen and Dean looked concerned, and watched Dylan fall back, a loud thud echoed.
"Nurse help!" Dean was screaming and Ellen kept hitting the call light. Dylan looked up feeling like he was drowning, he saw the nurses rushing to his body, he felt paralyzed
He felt helpless.
The doctor on call got Dylan to a room where they started chest compressions. Dean watched as Dylan's body flew up and down. The doctor started the defibrillator and shocked Dylan.
Dylan's body wasn't bouncing back. His body was was growing weaker.
Dylan kept seeing things grow darker and darker.
Till all he saw was pitch black.

Dean was in the waiting room, pacing and waiting. He didn't know if Dylan would make it.

In surgery Dylan was critical, there was a lot of tumor growth.
The cancer was back.

The rumors lined his lungs, esophagus, and his ribcage.

Dean was eventually greeted by Rowena and Meg. They all stayed silent, hoping that Dylan was gonna pull through.

Over 3 hours later, the doctor came out and gave them the news.
"Dylan made it, but barely. There were tumors wrapped around his pulmonary arteries, his lungs, and his spine. We removed them all but there's no telling if they come back or not. He did code 3 times back there, so he's resting in ICU right now. He won't be able to talk, and his walking might be impaired due to the extensive reaching of the spinal tumor."

Dean fell down feeling a weight lift off of him. Rowena and Meg hugged each other, this is the first scare concerning Dylan's health and how the cancer might come back. Dean asked the doctor about his chance of survival of the tumors come back.
"He would be looking at 2 years max. His prognosis would be seeing him in a wheelchair, high doses of chemotherapy and surgeries, maybe clinical trials. Dylan would need to focus more on quality of life versus quantity if he gets more tumors, his lungs barely survived this surgery."

Everyone knew Dylan would get sick again, but so soon? Dean knew Dylan was on a path to spiral down fast. Walking back to Dylan's room, Dean felt guilt build up in his throat. There was a lot Dean had to be sorry for, and there was no way Dylan could die without hearing that apology. He kept feeling a sense of despair, he knows Sam will be coming soon once he catches wind of Dylan's hospitalization.

In the room, Dylan was hooked up to all these different machines, a ventilator, pumps, and LVAD. Dean pulled a chair up next to him, grabbing his cold, pale hand and caressing it, trying to warm them up. Meg stood in the corner, and Rowena was behind Dean.
"Someone should call Sam." Meg looked at Dean when he said that, like he was crazy to even utter those words. Meg looked down, "should we do that," hee breathing started to hitch, "Sam would lose it." Dean stood up, and pulled out his phone. "Dylan would want him to know. He needs to know Dylan might be dying."