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Chapter 1 - The Beginning of The End

"You're joking, right?" Dean asked walking into the motel room with Sam as I laid on one of the beds wrapped in two blankets.

"I'm freezing," I shivered pulling the blankets closer to me and ignoring my aching body.

"You feel alright?" Sam questioned dropping the take out on the small table before making his way over to me.

"Peachy," I smiled sarcastically as I suppressed a yawn.

Sam sat on the edge of the bed and brushed some hair out of my face before placing a hand on my forehead almost immediately pulling it away, "God, Ronnie, you're burning up."

That certainly caught Dean's attention as he made his way over to me and placed his own hand on my forehead. "Sam, grab a couple of cool wash cloths."

But Sam didn't need Dean's instruction as he was already walking out of the bathroom with two cool washcloths, handing one over to Dean who lifted my hair and held it on the back of my neck while Sam placed his on my forehead.

"Guys, I'm fine," I complained wanting nothing more than to fall asleep but even I had to admit the washcloths felt amazing.

"No, you're burning up and if you don't let us get your fever down…" Sam trailed off and I opened my eyes to see why he had stopped talking. He had a look of confusion on his face. "Dean, what is it?"

"Ronnie, how long have you had this bruise on the back of your shoulder?" Dean questioned as he rubbed his thumb across it.

"I told you. I got that when the ghoul tried to knock me out," I answered not seeing what the big deal was.

"Last month?" Sam asked in disbelief as he moved so he could get a better look at it.

"I guess," I shrugged.

That's all it took for Sam to make me an appointment with the local doctor and for Dean to drag me out of bed.

"This is stupid," I grumbled sitting between both brothers like I was five years old again, "I have the flu. Let me sleep it off and I'll be fine."

"And as soon as he tells us it's the flu you can do just that," Dean retorted flipping through a magazine and stopping to look a picture before flipping another couple of pages.

I rolled my eyes and shifted in the uncomfortable waiting room seats that were sure to get me sicker than I already was. I mean seriously who's to say that some kid with the measles or whooping cough wasn't sitting here before I was. Ok, I suppose that was a little extreme but still, have you ever seen someone clean these chairs? No? Me neither.

I leaned over and rested my head against Sam's shoulder. Sure, he had called and made the appointment but at least he wasn't the one who made me get out of bed, ripping the sheets from my fingers and carrying me out to the car.

I could feel the worry pouring out of Sam as he moved to put his arm around me and I wanted to make some comment about him being worse than a mother hen but at the particular moment I was too comfortable to care.

"Ms. Smith?" the nurse called out, looking around the room to see who would answer.

"Smith, really?" I whispered to Dean, "How original."

"Want me to come with you?" Sam offered as I got up and shuffled my way over to where the nurse was waiting with an overly bright scrub top on.

"No," I shook my head, "just sit there with Dean and read the newest issue of Cosmo."

"What do you mean they did blood work and we have to go back for the results?" Dean questioned angrily as we walked out to the car with his hand on my back to make sure I was alright.

"So, then it's not the flu," Sam commented waiting for me to tell them more information.

"Probably not," I answered softly.

"Well…" Dean pressed, "Did they say what it could be?"

"No," I lied not wanting to say the worst out loud. The nurse said it was only a possibility, we wouldn't know for sure until my blood work came back and there was the probability that it was just some virus so no need to worry them over nothing.

Three days. For three days I patiently waited for the results of my blood work. Okay, so maybe 'patiently' is the wrong word. More like, checked my phone every fifteen minutes to see if I somehow missing the call. But then it came.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I had already knew what they were going to tell me, I mean I was a Winchester and lucky wasn't exactly our middle name, and at this very minute I was going through some sort of denial and refusing to accept my new reality.

I had yet to tell my brothers the news. I knew telling them would be a part of me accepting all of this but it was just all too much to take in.

"Hey, babe," Sam said coming over to the bed I was lying on, brushing hair out of my face and I knew he was secretly checking for a fever at the same time. "Has the doctor called back with your test results yet?"

I could do one of two things. I could tell him the truth or I could lie. Lying had been in my family for a long time and was a part of me. "No, not yet, Sammy." My voice coming out barely above a whisper I felt too weak to talk, let alone move and all I wanted to do was sleep.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're not telling me the truth?" he questioned sitting down on the edge of the bed. Dean then turned off the TV and looked over to me.

"That's because she's not. I can tell by the way she raises her one eyebrow higher than the other." Dean and Sam both tilted their heads to look at my eyebrows and I tried to even them out but failed.

"Ronnie?" Sam's voice was pleading. I looked up into his big puppy dog eyes and tears instantly filled my own. I closed my eyes not wanting them to see my tears but when I shut my eyes it only caused the tears to roll down my cheeks. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," Sam assured me, rubbing my sheet covered leg. "You can tell us, Ronnie." Dean got up and came to sit on the other side of me, running his hand through my hair trying to calm me down.

"They were inconclusive," I replied letting out a long sigh.

"So, that doesn't exactly mean bad news, right?" Dean questioned and every fiber of my being wanted to tell him yes but then I would have been lying.

"What else did the doctor say?" Sam asked gently sensing there was more information that I was holding back.

"He wants me to have a bone marrow biopsy done."

"What? Why?" Dean asked his hand freezing in its spot halfway through my hair. My only answer was more tears cascading down my cheeks, soaking the pillow I had rested my head on.

"Hey, whatever it is, we'll deal with, okay?" Sam reassured using his thumb to wipe away some of my tears. "We're not going to let anything happen to you."

"Come on, my bad ass little sister can take anything on," Dean smirked trying to lighten the mood but even he couldn't put a smile on my face today.

"He…he thinks…" I stuttered not being able to get the words out of my mouth, "I might have Leukemia."

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