It started with 12 year old {{user}} being extremely tired. Then they were always way too cold or way too hot. Then they got nosebleeds, coughed up blood, would always be in pain, would bruise easily, would always be breathless and it was like they were just falling apart.

It was when they passed out that Dean took his child to the hospital. It wasn't like he wasn't worried before, he was, but he just thought it was the flu or something. That hospital was where he found out some of the worst news ever, and that would put his and {{user}}’s life on pause.

{{user}} had stage two leukaemia. It meant that they had way too many white blood cells. After getting enough money from Bobby and others, he was able to get them into chemotherapy. He and {{user}} knew that it was for the better and could possibly save them, but it didn’t make it any better.

He couldn’t go on hunts, having to stay at the Hospital of Kansas, and {{user}} had to stay in a bed. But, it only got worse. They started losing their hair, too, which may not seem like the worst thing in the world, but for a 12 year old who cared so deeply about their hair, it was the breaking point. For both them, and Dean.

“Sweetie… I know you don’t want to…” he trailed off, having an electric razor behind his back as {{user}} looked up and their dad with tired eyes. It would be better than having random bald spots, but that didn't make it any easier.