AN: I do not and never will own supernatural. I just love the show. I'm not a medical professional but I spent a lot of time studying this subject. I took a long break from writing but now I'm back and have a couple of stories made up that I want to upload. My writing's gotten better but it's by no means perfect. Thank you! (How many of you guys actually read these ANs?)

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Chapter 1

The sun was beating down on Sam's light brown hair, sand was between his toes and the air smelled faintly of salt but, he didn't care. The woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with was standing in front of him looking into his eyes, as stunning as ever, in the most striking white dress that fit her curves in all the right places. She was gazing in his eyes. Her blond hair, flecked with gold, was blowing in the breeze and it only added to her beauty. He loved her vibrant blue eyes; they were one of her finest features and one of the features that Sam was mesmerized by the most. Her soft lips spread into a smile and with it, her nose wrinkled a bit. It was their wedding day and nothing could ruin their moment. They loved each other. They were ready to finally tie-the-knot.

"Sam, I love you and I will always be there for you," Jessica Moore sweetly told him.

"I love you too Jessica." I can't believe were finally getting married, he thought. "I've been waiting a long time for this, for you," he said earnestly.

"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife, may your days be long." Sam placed his hands on the sides of her jaw and pulled her closer. Their lips were almost touching, he could feel it. This was it; finally he was going to kiss-BANG!

All of a sudden Sam jolted awake. Falling asleep in Mr. Whitmore's math class was a bad idea.

"Wake up Sam Winchester, You're up next," Mr. Whitmore yelled. Sam was officially awake.

James Whitmore was not pleased. He was reviled when students fell asleep in his class; absolutely loathed it. He picked up the math book that he had dropped by Sam's desk and sat back at his own desk. "Sam unless you want to get detention, I recommend you go up and answer the problem on the board."

Sam slowly walked up to the board and worked on the problem. It was May and everyone was getting ready for summer break, which was in 2 weeks. Freshman year had been great but Sam was looking forward to having a break from school. He had gotten a cold about a week and a half earlier that he couldn't seem to shake. Having worked out the problem, he took his seat.

"Winchester, how did you get that correct when you've been sleeping for the last half hour?" Sam just shrugged.

"I guess it was a lucky guess," Sam said as the bell rang; Geometry wasn't very difficult for him. He stood up to leave but Mr. Whitmore stopped him.

"Hold on a sec, Sam. Please take a seat in front of my desk." Sam had to refrain from heaving a sigh; the last thing Sam wanted was to be lectured by his teacher. It was the end of the day and all Sam wanted to do was go home and take a nap. "I know that finals are over and it's almost summer but have you been feeling alright kiddo?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just a little tired is all," Sam informed him.

"This is the third time this week that you've fallen asleep in class."

"I know and I'm sorry Mr. Whitmore. I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"Well I'm afraid I'm going to have to tell your father about- uh your nose is bleeding," Mr. Whitmore said as he noticed the red liquid coming from Sam's nose. He quickly handed Sam some tissues. Sam held the tissue to his nose and pinched the bridge of his nose to try to stop the bleeding.

"It's this dumb cold, my nose is just dry." Mr. Whitmore told Sam to go to the nurse and that he would be calling his father to pick him up.

*S*P*N*

"Well Sam, it looks like it's finally cleared up," the nurse said whipping the last of the blood off of his face.

"Thanks Mrs. Harvelle. Not sure what happened, one minute I was talking to Mr. Whitmore and the next my nose was bleeding."

"I see you still have that cold," Ellen noticed.

"I just can't seem to shake it… my nose was just dry."

"It could be something else."

"Or it could be because I have a cold," Sam snapped. This was just a cold that he couldn't shake, nothing else. Just when Sam thought that the situation couldn't get any more awkward, his father came running in.

"Sam, are you alright? Your math teacher just called me to come pick you up. What happened?"

"Nothing dad, I just had a nose bleed. It's nothing. Let's just go," Sam said walking past him.

"Don't use that tone with me," John reminded Sam as he handed him the keys to the truck.

"Yes sir," Sam sulked.

"Hey Ellen, what happened?" He asked. Ellen and her husband, William, had been family friends of the Winchester's for a very long time. John had saved her husband from a poltergeist years ago.

"I'm not sure. All he said was that his nose started to bleed while he was talking to his math teacher, something about falling asleep in class? I couldn't really understand him," Ellen explained. "Does Sam play sports?" She asked abruptly.

"If you call hunting a sport, than yeah, but he hasn't been hunting with me recently. Why?" John asked suspicious.

"Well I saw some bruises on his arms, and one on his neck."

"So the kid has some bruises. He's a teen; they run into things all the time. Lord only knows how many times Sam bumps into things per day," John said shaking his head at his son's clumsiness.

"Did he tell you that it's his 4th time here in the past 2 weeks for a nose bleed?" Ellen asked him.

"As a matter a fact no, he didn't tell me that," John told her.

"Well he has. Have you noticed anything at home like appetite changes or sleeping patterns?"She asked.

"Well he hasn't been eating much but he's never really been a big eater. When he was little I always had to fight with him when it was meal time. You also have to take into consideration that he has a cold."

"Which, he's had for about a week and a half. He told me so. John, this could be a sign of something bigger. I've never told you this before but, my daughter Joanne was diagnosed with kidney failure when she was 6 years old. She was so sick. She was on dialysis for a year and had a kidney transplant but it saved her life. Now, Jo's a freshman in college and she loves it. It's all because Will and I took the safe route and took her to a doctor; like you should with Sam. Now I could be way off the train tracks but I think you should get him checked out by a doctor. It's better to be safe than sorry."

John was silent for a moment. "Thank you for the advice. I'll make an appointment today," John informed her. "I have to go; Sam's waiting for me in the car. He didn't look so good either."

"Okay John it was nice to see you. You and Sam should come over sometime. Give me an update on Sam once you figure it out."

"Okay will do."

*S*P*N*

"Is everything alright with you?" John asked walking into Sam's room. John leaned on his desk facing Sam, who was lying on his bed. John had just gotten off the phone with the doctor. He figured he would tell Sam the plan now instead of later. When John had tried to ask Sam questions about his day in the car, he had been very brief and generic saying that 'he was fine'. Needless to say the ride home was very quiet and uneventful.

"Yeah I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" Sam said brushing him off.

"You just don't seem like yourself."

"I'm fine."

"You didn't get in a fight, did you?"

"What? No," Sam said defensively. He couldn't believe his father would think that he would be stupid enough to start a fight.

"Ellen told me you have had 4 nose bleeds in the last 2 weeks."Sam groaned. "Is this true?"

"Yeah but that's just because of the dry weather," he reasoned.

John just nodded. He decided not to pry; he knew Sam wasn't feeling well. "What's this about you falling asleep in math class?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders and was silent. "It's almost summer anyways," He replied lamely. John looked at him as if deciding whether Sam had really said that.

"Well regardless if you're okay or not, I've made an appointment for you tomorrow at noon to go get a checkup."

Sam scoffed. "You're not serious."

"Actually yeah, I am," John said with his no-bullshit expression.

"This is just a cold, nothing else," Sam protested.

"Well if it's nothing than you shouldn't be afraid. I'm picking you up from school at about 11."

"But dad its Wednesday and-"

"This is not a negotiation Sam, you're going and that's an order."

John had to practically drag Sam into the doctor's office the next day. Once they had gotten settled in a room, Sam told the doctor, Dr. Novak, about his symptoms like the nose bleeds, headaches, tiredness and having no appetite. Some of them even John hadn't noticed. Upon hearing about his symptoms, Dr. Novak ordered for Sam to have blood tests.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" John said hanging his coat up. He couldn't help but worry about the doctor bill. They were fairly well off as John worked as a construction manager and a mechanic on his free time but he was very cautious about spending money.

"Yeah, that's because you weren't the one getting stuck with a needle like 20 times. When will the results be in?"

"The doctor said that the results might take as little as a few hours up or up a day. I'm going to make dinner."

"I'm going to finish my homework. I bet you ten bucks that it's going to be nothing."

"Well it's better to be safe than sorry. Dinner will be ready in a half an hour or so," John said going to make dinner, John wasn't a good cook at all but he tried and he never gave up. Inside he was feeling uneasy about the whole situation. John had a feeling that it was something bigger when the doctor told them that Sam needed a blood test.

Since Sam only had math homework to work on, he was finished with it in under an hour. To be honest, Sam was worried, if nothing was wrong then why did they have to do blood work? He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with him. He needed something to get his mind off his health so he decided to text his best friend Ruby Mackellar. Sam and Ruby had been friends since kindergarten.

Hey Rubeth

Hey Samuel. Where were you today? I didn't see you in third period. History was no fun without you :(

I had to leave early to get blood work done at the doctor's office. Ha-ha. What are you up to?

Just finishing up Mrs. Ryan's HW. I hate science so much. I don't get why she has to assign this much HW it's like a week before summer break. I have to go to Casey's recital soon. Why blood work?

Because my dad made me…

What was it like getting your blood drawn? Did it hurt?

It was fine. They had to stick me a bunch of times before they got anything.

Ouch…that does not sound fun… what were they looking for?

Not sure… I'll be fine

You coming back tomorrow?

Yeah

Good then you can help me with the rest of this science HW.

Lucky me…

My mom's calling me I have to go. This dance recital better be good… I would be texting you nonstop but I'm not allowed to have my phone in the auditorium. my mom would kill me if my phone went off. If I don't die of boredom…I'll text you later

Ha-ha have fun! Bye

Ruby always made him laugh.

"Sam! Dinners ready!" John yelled up. He had made Sam's favorite, grilled chicken and chicken Cesar salad. The only dishes he actually knew how to make and that tasted semi good.

"Why couldn't we just order out?" Sam said walking into the dining room. He took a seat across from his dad.

"Because I'm not on a major hunt. You know the rule, while I'm here no ordering out. I ain't made of money."

"Who made that rule?"

"Your mom and I," John said as he took a bite of chicken. The look on Sam's face made John want to mentally slap himself for bringing Imogen up. Sam's mother was still a sour subject, even after 15 years.

"You mean the egotistic woman who left us both when I was freaking 3 months old?" Sam muttered.

"Samuel Blake Winchester, don't talk about your mother like that."

Sam sighed, "She's not even my mother. Why did she leave?"

"Another time Sam."

"Why not now?" Sam argued.

"Because I said so," John said simply.

"That's so unfair! I deserve to know, I'm ready to know," Sam pleaded.

"Not yet you aren't."

"Then when?"

"Another time," John said again sternly. Lately, this had been the subject of Sam's curiosity. He had tried to get the answer out of his dad every chance he could. Sam had wanted to know for a long time now. John didn't think Sam was ready yet and truth be told, John didn't think he was ready to tell Sam the whole story. "Now eat your salad, I made it all for you." Sam knew that statement was true. John hated salad.

Sam decided to let it go. Maybe someday his dad would start treating him his age and stop holding everything back. "So-"

RING RING!

"I'll get it," John said going into the kitchen. "Hello? Yes this John."This caused Sam to look over at his dad. "Um, ok I'll tell him. We'll be there tomorrow. Thanks bye."

"Was that Dr. Novak? What did he say? What did they find! Am I dying?"

"No Sam, calm down. That was Dr. Novak he said he wanted to talk to us tomorrow."

"Does that mean more tests?"

"I think so. All he said was that he wanted you in tomorrow for something called a bone marrow aspiration and a bone biopsy."

"I don't know what those are but, they sound painful." Both Sam and John made a mental note to look them both up.

*S*P*N*

"When will Dr. Novak be here?" Sam asked. Waiting in the hospital was very nerve wrecking. Sam and his father had waited for at least a half hour.

"Son, I don't know," John responded with. Sam was going to ask another question when Dr. Novak came into the room. John quickly got up to greet the doctor.

"I'm sorry to make you wait, I was double checking something," he told them.

Sam nervously laughed, "That doesn't sound good."

"How have you been feeling Sam?" he asked.

"Today or…?"

"These last few months," he prompted.

"Well fine until the last few weeks," he shrugged.

"Then how have you been feeling the last few weeks?"

"I don't know, I guess tired a lot," he responded.

"Is it correct that you've been having nosebleeds and bruising?" Sam nodded his head. "Do you think it's normal for a boy your age to be experiencing those so often?"

"Well, no but- I just have a cold and I bump into things a lot."

"The blood test revealed that your white blood count was extremely high. Now this can mean that you have some sort of infection, anemia or this could even be leukemia. Our job today is going to answer why your body is producing this much white blood cells. Is there anything that you need me to elaborate on?" Sam shook his head.

"Now hold up I have a question." Both Sam and Dr. Novak directed their attention to John. "You're saying that my son could have cancer? How could this have happened? John asked in disbelief. "Neither I nor his mom have ever had a history of cancer in our family."

"Leukemia doesn't have to run through the family for Sam to get it. It's also not out of the realm of possibilities but the high white blood cell count could also be related to an infection or anemia. Sam might very well not have leukemia. This could all be because of Sam's cold too. How long did you say you have been sick?"

"Um well it stated on a Tuesday… so about a week and a half, almost two weeks now," Sam admitted. Dr. Novak didn't respond but wrote something down on Sam's chart.

"And has this cold felt any better?" Sam shook his head. "We are going to be doing some tests today. Did your dad tell you what kind?"

"Yeah and I looked them up. There is no way in-"

"Sam I will give you 5 bucks if you don't finish that sentence."

"Deal," Sam agreed. He needed the money anyway. How bad could they be?

*S*P*N*

Sam held his hip as he walked through his front door. "Ouch… ahh…" He was in a lot of pain. "YOU OWE ME 30 BUCKS! That hurt like HELL!" Sam yelled back at his father who was behind him. John chuckled at Sam.

"10 and we have a deal," John negotiated.

"Whatever, I'm going to bed," Sam replied too tired to argue. Dr. Novak said that they would get the results in a few days anyway.

"Sam."

"Yeah dad?"

"Whatever happened, I'm positive we can get through it," John said. It was a very true statement, if it were good news then they could get through it and if the results were bad then they could handle it too.

"Thanks dad," Sam replied going into his bedroom. After he got ready for bed his phone started ringing, he answered.

"What did the doctors say?"

"Hey to you too," Sam said.

"Oh sorry hi, now can you tell me what the doc said?" Ruby asked frantically.

"Ok well…" Sam paused to gather words to describe his day and briefly wondered if he should tell her at all. Eventually, he decided to tell Ruby everything from what the doctors thought to the procedure he had to endure. He wasn't going to lie to his best friend.

"Wow, Sam that's a lot to deal with. You gonna be alright?"

"Well that's a loaded question…"

"I just want to let you know that I'll stick with you if it something bad, K?"

"Thanks Ruby."

"Welcome man."

*S*P*N*

When the phone had rung a few days later, John was the first to answer. Dr. Novak wanted them to come in as quickly as they could.

Sam's diagnosis was Leukemia, AML to be precise. Both John and Sam were devastated; the thought of Sam having cancer was an overwhelming feeling.

During the next few days Both Sam and John had gotten a tour of the clinic where Sam would receive his chemo and a central line was placed in his chest, so that chemo could be administered. Dr. Novak explained how to take care of the central line and about the side effects of chemotherapy like the nausea, vomiting, weakness and the possibility of hair loss. Sam cringed when Dr. Novak had told him, he loved having long hair.

Dr. Novak also mentioned that exercise, if Sam felt up to it, could make him feel better. He also gave Sam several pamphlets to read and explained his schedule. Sam would be having chemo 4 times a week outpatient and radiation once every other week for about 5 months then they would decide if he needed more radiation and chemo or not.

Since it was the week before his first chemo, his dad took him out for dinner to his favorite restaurant; Sam ate light because he was nervous.

"What's on your mind Sammy?" John asked. Sam had had his head leaning on his hand the whole evening.

Sam looked up from his unappetizing pasta. "I guess my new and exciting life next week," he said dejected. "And the start of all my Saturdays being wasted." John couldn't help but feel distress for him.

"I'm positive well get through this," John said as an encouragement.

"What did you say?" Sam said snapping out of his trace.

"I said I'm positive we can get through this."John could tell that his nerves were high.

"Me too dad…" Sam responded.

Later that night as Sam was getting ready for bed, he got a glimpse of his central line. It looked like a big mass of white because of the dressing. He touched the cover. It was bumpy. He had gotten a local anesthetic so he hadn't felt a thing but his doctor told him everything they were doing. The doctor had to put a needle in his chest and then feed a thin tube down one of his major blood vessels. The thought of any needle getting close to his chest, made him shudder. After the central line was installed, the doctors had to take blood and then an x-ray to make sure the line was in place and that it was working properly. Sam could feel the port, knew it was there without even touching it. This thing, this object that was supposedly 'supposed to help him' was now a part of him and with the port, he felt self-conscious and not himself and he hated it. He looked at it with disgust and finished getting ready for bed. His nightmare started soon.

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Okay this one was long mainly for the opening and mainly because I kind of had writing vomit :) I'll update when I can. Review! Please. You're opinion and you're critiques help.

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"Hey kid, what's your deal?" Someone asked Sam. He was receiving his first chemo.

"My deal?" Sam asked. The person talking was a boy who looked to be in his teens. He was wearing a dark blue Led Zeppelin brimmed beanie, probably due to lack of hair.

"Yeah, as in why are you in this stupid place?"

"Leukemia, how about you, what's your deal?" Sam asked.

TBC