-Dean's PoV-

As I finally came to my senses I grabbed the flashlight and ran outside, the cool air ruffling through my hair. I quickly teared the branches out of the way, there it was. His license plate. Finally. I chuckled relieved, he was here. I found him.

Panting I burst through the door. The employee looked at me confused, I tried my best to stay as quiet and calm as possible, "Where. Is. He.", I asked through clenched teeth.

Frightened he replied stuttering, "R-room 19, sir." With shaky hands he pointed me the direction, but I already took off.

I rushed through the narrow hallway, hectically taking glimpses at the room numbers. Finally I found 19 at the end of the building. Slithering I came to a halt, gripping the doorknob so I wouldn't trip.
I hammered on the door, no one opened. Breathing heavily I tried to open the door, it was locked. Was he? No!

"(Y/N)?" Nothing.

"(Y/N), damn it! Open the freakin' door! Now!", I kept banging at the door, not my problem if the other guests would wake up from that.

Frustrated I took a step back and kicked the door in. I was about to finally release all of the anger, rage, hate and sadness I bottled up over the past few weeks, but the second I saw (Y/N) laying there, I forgot everything and buckled, stumbling backwards until I hit a table.
He was pale, covered in sweat and I bet if he wasn't that weak he'd toss around, because he grimaced in pain and terror; he was having a fever dream.

I took a deep breath of the moldy air, he probably hadn't left the bed in days. Because it sure as hell smelled like it in here.

Slowly I approached him and shook his shoulder gently, "Hey. Hey, (Y/N). Come on, wake up. I'm here now. Everything's gonna be alright, okay?" I couldn't fight the tears that were on the edge of dripping down my face.

I shook him more desperately and he slowly opened his eyes, grunting.

"D-Dean?"

"Yeah, it's me. Take it easy, here drink something", I tried to give him the glass, but he just turned his head away. Sighing I put it down again.

-Third person PoV-

(Y/N) slapped himself internally. He should've tried harder. Dean wasn't supposed to see him in this state. He's gonna try to save (Y/N), but it's too late. He cannot be saved.

"Can you stand up? Come on, I'm gonna get you outta here, I promise."

(Y/N) wanted to laugh at Dean, but instead he ended up coughing blood. With his right hand he wiped the blood from his mouth and tiredly looked up at Dean.

"Can't you see it, Dean? I'm weak, I'm getting weaker every hour. I can feel it, Dean, I'm dying. Now go, that stuff on the table is fo-"

"(Y/N), no. I ain't having this conversation! You listen to me, you son of a bitch. You're not gonna die. Not on my watch, and not to fucking cancer. You're a fighter, (Y/N). Now fight this!", Dean was gripping the younger hunters' shoulders tightly and looked him directly into his eyes.

"Dean... I know this isn't easy, but there's nothing you can do. You just can't. A few weeks ago, the doctor said I only had little time left. There's no monster to stop, Dean. I've made peace with it a long time ago. And believe me, I fought. I fought so hard, but I wasn't strong enough, Dean. Maybe I deserve it."

Dean's grip loosened with every word he heard and dropped his head. Why was (Y/N) okay with clocking out?

"Just... give me a moment, I'll be back." With that he left (Y/N) and went into the bathroom to call Sam.

"Sam, I found him."

"Hey, that's awesome! I'll meet you at the bunker then?"

"Sam... he's-", Dean held the phone away from his mouth and sniffled, "he's not very good, Sammy. Please, I-", Dean's voice broke, "I can't do this alone. We have to save him Sam. I won't loose him!"

"Alright, alright. Just calm down, I'm already packing. Text me the address and I'll be there as soon as I can. Comfort him in the meantime."

Dean hung up and texted his brother the address of the motel and the room number. He leaned on the dirty sink, taking deep breaths. With one last look at the mirror, he went back to (Y/N), who already had his eyes closed again.

Cautiously he sat down at the end of the bed, next to (Y/N)'s feet. Just to stand up a few moments later, getting a wet towel. Softly he wiped the sweat off the sick hunter's body. Much to Dean's relief, (Y/N) wasn't tensing up anymore, at least not as much as he used to a couple of minutes ago.

Instinctively (Y/N) nuzzled into Deans' touch, causing Dean to smile weakly. It hurt him so much seeing his friend, family member, like this. Lost in thought he continued to stroke the other man with the towel, it calmed him down in a weird way.

As (Y/N)'s breath seemed to even out, he got up sighing. Automatically (Y/N) tried to pull Dean back at his sleeve, but missed and let his arm flop down on the bed again. He was just too tired to do anything, too tired to live.

Dean, who didn't even notice the weakness of his friend, crossed the room to open the window. Just as he wanted to sit down at the table and watch over (Y/N), he gently called out for Dean.

The oldest Winchester sat down next to him, patting his thigh through the covers, "Do you need anything? Water? Do you have to get up?"

Barely noticeable the corners of (Y/N)'s mouth turned up into a gentle smile as he shook his head, "No... just... can you stay? Please? I don't wanna be alone tonight."

"Sure, I'm right here. Don't worry, I'm with you."

"No, like... stay here", stressing the 'here' (Y/N) hoped Dean would get it. At this point (Y/N) knew for sure he was dying soon. Maybe even too soon, but he also didn't want to suffer anymore. He wanted the pain to stop.

"Oh, y-you mean like...", Dean paused for a moment, then shrugged and kicked his shoes off of his feet.
He didn't care anymore in that moment, he searched so long for (Y/N), he craved his comfort and touch.

Dean lifted the covers and carefully got into the bed next to the younger hunter. They didn't talk much, just enjoyed the shared time, at some point Dean started to run his fingers through (Y/N)'s hair.

Propped up against the headboard, Dean watched over (Y/N), who went from an uneasy sleep to being awake and coughing constantly.

Later that night Dean found his hand intertwined with (Y/N)'s, who was shaking, sweating and groaning in pain.

"(Y/N), calm down. It's okay, I'm here. Please, calm down, (Y/N)! Shhhh, it's alright", not knowing what he was supposed to do, Dean rubbed light circles on (Y/N)'s shoulder; not loosening the grip on their hands which he held onto so desperately.

Dean pulled (Y/N) against his chest, trying to give him comfort. In the past, running his fingers through the smaller hunter's hair had proven itself to be a successful method when it came to soothing (Y/N).

Relieved he watched the other man's breath even out again, more or less. He was still covered in cold sweat, huddled against Dean. Mostly to comfort himself, Dean stroked (Y/N)'s palm with his thumb.

Given that Dean didn't really sleep for the past week, his eyelids started to become heavy as well. He fought with himself, not wanting to stop watching over (Y/N). But he had to give in eventually, letting his head fall softly onto (Y/N)'s.

He didn't know how long he was asleep, but there was still no sign from the sun, when (Y/N) started to shift uncomfortably again.

"What is it?", asked Dean with a raspy voice.

"It hurts, De. It hurts so much... please... I just wanna fuckin' die finally...", came the desperate reply.

"I know... but you gotta fight, love."
Love? Since when did Dean call (Y/N) 'love'? Didn't matter, it just came out of his mouth naturally. He had greater things to worry about right now.

"Try to take deep breaths, here match mine", he felt ridiculous breathing loudly and deeply for (Y/N) to mimic him, but it seemed to work, because he didn't curl up in a ball anymore, an act of trying to ease his pain.

Wheezing (Y/N) pressed himself into Deans arms, trying to seek comfort and salvation from his never ending, severe pain. Dean on the other hand clung to (Y/N)'s shirt. They both felt it, this wasn't normal.
For (Y/N) this night felt different, he just knew it. This was the last night he'd ever live. He started to panic again, but tried to calm himself down, for Dean's sake. He couldn't begin to imagine how hard it must've been for Dean. Was he asking too much of him? Then again, Dean had searched for him on his own will. He was glad that he didn't have to be alone though, it would've made things a lot harder.

They both spoke nothing, what were you supposed to say in such a situation?
(Y/N) felt himself getting weaker, he was ready by now.
With Dean by his side he had nothing to be afraid of.

"De... I just, I-", his voice was giving up on him.

"Hey, shhh. Take it easy. Don't say anything, okay? Please, just hold on, okay?", Dean stroked (Y/N)'s hair frantically, "Sammy's coming soon, he'll know what to do, right? Just.. please, please don't leave me, I can- I can't loose you... I- fuck, does it help if I say it? Do you want me to say it? Damn it, (Y/N), I love you, okay? Now, please... I'm begging you, stay with me!"

(Y/N) just wanted to blink, but his eyelids seemed to get as heavy as a car. He wanted to tell Dean something... what was it? His muscles gave up on him, he felt so light.

"De... I-", (Y/N) exhaled, he wanted to take another breath, but everything went dark, he felt so relaxed. He felt like he was floating through clouds, everything was so light... something was holding him back... something he needed to finish, but the comfort of the other side made him let go. 

Dean felt the body in his arms weaken. Trying to make (Y/N) stay with him he kept talking, "What is it? What did you want to say? It's okay take it easy", he couldn't speak anymore, his own sobs interrupting him. He couldn't feel (Y/N)'s heart beating against his chest anymore, breathlessly he clutched onto (Y/N)'s lifeless body.

"(Y/N)!"

He sat up, pulling (Y/N)'s fragile body with him, with both hands he gripped his face, "(Y/N)! Hey! (your nickname)!", tears dripping down his cheeks he buried his head into the crook of the other male's neck. His body already slightly colder than before.

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Dean didn't know how much time had passed until Sam finally arrived, but it was hell for him until then. He cried into (Y/N)'s clothes, drowned all of the alcohol he had left, threw the TV on the floor, screamed, sunk down at the wall and teared at his hair.

When Sam burst through the door, Dean sat at the end of the bed, next to (Y/N)'s feet. Tiredly he looked up at his brother with puffy eyes. Seeing Dean like this, one could watch all the hope he had left leave Sam's eyes. He grimaced, the sorrow piercing through his heart. Quickly he walked to Dean, hugging him tightly. Both promising to save their lost family member, quietly in their thoughts.

*Tbh, this wasn't meant to be that long. I hope you enjoyed anyways! Cya my dudes*