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Making a Coocoo's Nest

Chapter 1

Dean couldn't help staring at his bed. His dad would chew him out for leaving a mess instead of the military style he was taught, but it's been a nest of blankets for a week.

'Besides, I'm ditching this joint anyways, so fuck it.'

He peeks his head into the hallway and takes a deep breath before tiptoeing out. A couple of nurses glance over at him, but he keeps his gaze towards the floor.

No need to start shit and ruin his chance of escaping this hell hole (with its freaking-boring-ass-white walls and stupid ass pictures of water colored grinning goldfish.)

They are trying to make the place look happy, Dean figures, but really? Any guy with delusions probably thinks that fucking goldfish is gonna eat him, so cookies for them when he shits in his pants.

As Dean goes to the furthest left door, he realizes this is the first time meeting the quack doctor since being here, but there's no way that the doctor will keep him from leaving.

Dean lets out a dark chuckle, 'It's not like any other guy in my shoes wouldn't also loose it for a week.'

Dean strides into the room, despite the fact he hasn't eaten, showered, or slept properly for at least a week; he believes his chances of busting out are actually pretty good. He even went through the trouble to steal hair gel and a clean shirt from some dude next door to him.

The room itself was chaotic yet organized. There were Disney characters all around the room, and bobble heads on top of the book shelves. The therapist had a lot of big jars of candy that were tempting to anyone with a slight sweet-tooth on the edge of his desk….which surprisingly was the cleanest thing in the room.

Eyeing the candy, Dean paused midway of snatching some and thought better of it. 'If good guys like Dumbledore laced his candy, what are the chances that this guy (who isn't fucking Dumbledore) wouldn't do it?'

Dean clasped his hands on his lap as he settled in his over glorified bean bag and tried to focus on breathing. He needed to keep his pulse nice and even, knowing he only has one shot to make this as convincing as possible. They will be able to catch his bullshit if he gets too nervous.

Dean measures the man before him and knew this might not be as easy as he was planning it to be. This bastard has a smug face that he already wanted to punch, but considering that will just get him a nice cozy white jacket; he'd rather not. The smug ass is just sucking on a lollypop and waves him to start without even looking at him. Dean tore his glaze for a second to catch the doc's name tag 'Gabriel Chasseur' before continuing.

He clears his throat and starts off softly, while looking the doctor straight in the eye. "People forget that he killed my mom too….I had a reason to go after that fucking bastard even if my dad hadn't dragged me into it."

With a light scoff he continued, " Hell with the training I received, there was no way I wasn't going after that yellow eyed bitch."

The doctor let out his lollypop out with a loud "pop" and opened a huge file on the desk before drawling, "Says here your father was a bounty hunter, started after your mom was killed by a man-on-the-run who broke into your home and set it on fire at age five, which you heroically saved your little brother from!" His eyebrows wiggle as he gave a low whistle. "Way to start young! After that, your father trained you to be his back up and eventual partner, mostly leaving your younger brother out of it until he was sixteen. Then your father was killed on a bounty hunt gone wrong….what about you take it from there and tell me what happened and….where does this leave you now Dean-o?"

Dean's eyes flashed and muscles tighten. It pissed him off that the bastard in front of him could say these things so casually about his fucking life, but he refused to look anywhere other than straight ahead. "About year ago, he also killed my dad during a chase. Me and Sammy kept going and we kept saving people by getting bounties off the street and then we finally caught him a month ago. I even got to kill the son of a bitch after he held my brother hostage. God knows I would have anyways but fate gave me a legal out to shoot him right between the eyes."

The doctor rolled his eyes and twirled the lollypop between his fingertips. "Yes, yes, nice shot, no need to brag. But you still haven't answered my question. As far as we both know, your brother took off into witness protection with the intention of going to college and earning his white fence and two point five kids."

Narrowing his eyes as he stared Dean down he continued, "You on the other hand OD'ed on pain killers and landed yourself in this joy hole! You, who's been an aspiring hero since age five? And then refuse therapy, medication, food, hell….showers, until yesterday? And all of a sudden you request to talk to me to be released….While I understand that losing your father a year ago, killing the man you trained your whole life for, and several days later losing your brother to witness protection was overwhelming…shit I understand you going comatose for a week….but I can't release you from here without good reason; fully knowing what you did to be talking to me in the first place."

The doctor stuck the lollypop back into his mouth, swirled in his revolving chair, a d stopping only after he took out his lollypop with another loud "pop."

"So, where does this leave you Dean?"

Show time.

"I needed this time to grieve over my family and the life that I am forced to leave behind. I'm going to go home back to my Uncle Bobby's and see where to take my life from there."

Inwardly, Dean smirked knowing that they couldn't keep him here unless they suspect something. 'Hell yeah I got this shit in the bag.'

Gabriel quirked an eyebrow and gave a slow nod. "Okay, let's pretend I just said yes that you are frrreeeee to go…. just one last question and you can flutter off to do whatever your little heart desires."

The first thing Dean noticed was the lack of lollypop and smile following Gabriel's last question.

"What's the first thing you're going to do when you get out?"

Dean almost burst laughing in relief! "Pfft, nothing! Just grab a motel room, some cheap beer, and fall asleep." Which is true….maybe saying sleep is pushing it but hey that's pretty much the plan!

The doctor slumped into his chair closing his eyes while running his hand through his hair. Dean watched as the little man started turning red and awkwardly started to feel the room's silent treatment.

'Not a good sign….Aww shit….so much about nailing it.'

"Mr. Winchester, I refuse to send one of my patients out to their death, so I suggest you march back to your room and actually start giving a crap about your life for once. You are free to show yourself out and next time you come here don't waste my time with lies. When you feel like coming clean maybe you can start on the road to recovery and escape our lovely coocoo's nest here."

Gabriel couldn't look his patient in the eye knowing he would just be seeing a dead stare staring back at him. 'Hopefully Dean will just leave and I won't have to drown any vodka shots tonight.'

However (because life sucks) before Dean started his merry walk back to his dorm, he gave a small smirk and in a deadly calm voice stated, "You'll have to let me out sometime."

"SLAM! Booyah that's a wrap for that session! Crowely you can stop being a creepy ass on the other side of the glass and come on in you know." The doctor commented as his wiped his 'glasses' (hey I look like a doctor!) while he sorted Dean's file back into the shelf.

A short man in a slick business suit walks out of what seemed to be a bookcase and in a lightly accented voice questioned. "I just have one….inquiry…..How in the hell do you know that man is still suicidal? Even I would've accepted his story considering his situation and hell I'd be lying if I said I could win a game of poker against him."

With a light scoff and a big crunch to the last of his lollypop, Gabriel laughed, "Of course he's suicidal. Every man in here wants food, sex, good shampoo, hell taco bell as their first things out of here….and what did he want? Nothing but sleep….what he's been doing for a week. A man with nothing to live for is a man ready to die…..fuck if I let some kid who actually has a long list of witnesses who hold this boy as a hero from saving their asses, die in some motel, drunk off his ass at age 23."

Gabriel let out a long sigh and perched his elbow on his desk before letting his head sink like a sack of potatoes on his wrist. "Besides, the kid's brother isn't gone forever like he thinks. The kid's eighteen and just went through the shit Dean did, but unlike Dean, he knows that there's more out there. The kid just needs some space…too bad the selfish little bastard didn't tell his brother that before taking off….Dean just needs to realize he can dream a little now that his mission is over."