OK, no way in hell I am gonna publish one of these every day, but this is the 30 day challenge. You will get 30 tasty drabbles from the CWG 'verse, it just might take me a month or two to do.

November 20, 2014

"So things have been going well then?"

"Yup," Dean replies with a smile, "things have been going great!"

Dr. Pamela Barnes smiles at him, and makes a notation on her notepad. "And the nightmares?"

Dean grimaces. "Yeah, I still get them once in a while, but not all the time. Not like it was before."

"That's good. How often would you say you have one?"

"About once a week. But those are just the minor ones. I only get the really bad ones once or twice a month, and Cas is so good at detecting them that it doesn't usually get very far before he wakes me up."

"That's good. Anything unusual about the dreams?" She shifts in the chair, and Dean takes a moment to admire her tight black AC/DC tank top. He guesses some people would find Pamela unprofessional, with her rock wear, heavy eyeliner, torn jeans, tattoos, and give 'em hell attitude and foul mouth, but truth be told, Dean doesn't think Cas could have found him a better fit for a therapist. Pamela made him feel at ease right from day one. The fact that she's a prior-service Marine doesn't hurt either.

"Well, the last really bad one I had, Cas was in New York, and instead of dreaming about Andy, I, I…" he falters, and Pamela stays quiet, waiting for him to continue. It's one of the million and one things about her that make her amazing. She knows when to not prod him, when to sit back and let him get his thoughts together. It's almost like she's psychic. "Anyway, I um, I dreamt about Cas. I dreamt it was Cas burning in the Humvee. Couldn't go back to sleep at all that night."

Pamela frowns. "Has that happened before? And Cas was in New York three weeks ago. Why didn't you tell me then?"

"I've never dreamt about Cas that way before and I didn't tell you because…hell, I don't know."

"It's ok. Listen, it doesn't mean anything bad. It's just that Cas is everything to you, and you are newlyweds after all, so it's really no wonder that he would be the person you're thinking of the most. And because you are thinking about him all the time, he just happened to replace Andy in your dream. It doesn't mean anything will happen to Cas, and it doesn't mean you're dishonoring Andy's memory."

Dean nods. Somehow, she always knows exactly what to say.

"You're doing great, by the way. We've been seeing each other for almost a year and a half, twice a week at first, then once a week, then biweekly. I think you're doing well enough now that we can cut it back to once a month. I'm proud of you Dean, you've come a long, long way, and you should be proud of yourself as well."

He opened his mouth to tell her the credit should go to Cas, but she cut him off.

"And don't give me a bunch of shit about how all the credit goes to Cas, because it was you who came to the appointments, it was you that took the meds which you no longer need, because you worked on fixing yourself. Don't get me wrong, having someone like Cas in your corner makes this process damn easier, but hell if I'll sit here and let you give away all your hard work. You need to be fuckin' proud of yourself, Dean, because you did this. You fixed yourself."

Dean blushes and stares at the floor. He never was that good at taking compliments.

"Now get out of here, and I'll see you in a month, ok?"

"Ok."

He stands, and she hugs him, and pushes him out the door. "And kiss that gorgeous husband of yours for me!"

He's late getting to Lawrence High for Ben's concert, and Dean's cursing up a blue streak as he trawls the parking lot looking for a spot. He finds Cas's Corvette taking up almost three spots and he grins.

Cas saved him a spot.

Dean puts the Impala in park, and quickly moves the Vette and pulls in next to it. He'll have to thank Cas later for being the most brilliant husband on the face of the Earth.

Husband.

That word still seems kind of weird on Dean's tongue. They've been married for two months and two days, and it still feels so new.

The orchestra is already on it's first number when he gets into the auditorium, and it's dark, he can't really see Cas, or Lisa and Vic for that matter. He can see Ben, sitting with the other trumpeters in the brass section, his shiny trumpet reflecting the stage lights.

Walking slowly down the aisle, Dean jumps a mile when Cas reaches out and grabs his sleeve, but recovers quickly and slides into the seat next to him.

"Did I miss his solo?"

"No. They just started."

Dean finally relaxes, and smiles over at Lisa and Vic.

The orchestra finishes their current number, and the conductor stands. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd now like to introduce Benjamin Winchester, who's going to play a trumpet solo."

Ben stands with a grin, finds Dean's eyes, and begins to play. The notes are familiar, and Dean feels a bit choked up as Ben starts playing La Vie en Rose.

Louis Armstrong's got nothing on his boy, as Ben plays a perfect jazz trumpet, and he feels Cas takes his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I love you," Cas whispers in the dark.

Dean smiles. "I love you too, Cas."

Ben plays on, and they hold hands in the dark, happy and in love.