"No way! There's no way in fucking hell!" Dean spat angrily with clenched fists as he glared daggers at his little brother. "I don't have a fucking problem, so stop treating me as if I do Sammy!"
Sam let out a sigh, expecting this sort of reaction from his brother. The man pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, trying to soothe the headache that was approaching fast. "Look-" he began in a calm manner, hoping this won't end in violence like the first 10 times. "All I'm asking is for you to attend ONE session. Give it a chance." Sam watched Dean pace back and forth while shaking his head 'no'. "It's just an hour and a half of your time."
Dean let out a mocking chuckle. "Oh really. Then why don't you go?"
"Because I'm not the one who has an unhealthy sex addiction. That's why!"
Dean disregarded his brother's statement and walked over to the fridge to retrieve a much needed beer. He popped open the cap and took a long and much needed swing of the bitter liquid. Once he stopped to take a breath, he glanced at his brother who glared at him with a look of impatience. "I don't see how sex can be unhealthy. It's like a basic necessity for human survival. Like the air we breathe. Food. Hell. Without it, you wouldn't even have been born."
Sam's impatient expression turned into disbelief. He knew his brother was stubborn, but this was on a whole other level of ridiculousness. "Dean. How many jobs have you been fired from because you banged the boss' daughter or wife? How many times have been arrested for public indecency? I'm surprised you're not on the sex offenders' list yet. I'm not saying this to humilate you or belittle you, but you need help."
Dean nodded his head while wearing a slight amused frown. The man looked towards the ceiling as though he were in deep thought about Sam's proposal. "Neh." he laughed before taking another drink of his beer. Dean then threw his body lazily onto the couch and flicked on the t.v. "Hey. Dr Sexy M.D is on. Yes."
Sam sighed. "I didn't want to do this, because you are my brother-"
"Mmmhmm." Dean replied, not really caring. "Can you quiet it down now? This is kinda my favorite episode."
Sam took a deep breath, gathering up the courage for the words that were about to leave his mouth. He knew his older brother had few weaknesses. Not many people knew what they were, even though they were plainly obvious. Sex (obviously), his 'Babeh' and Pie. And since Dean's sexual appetite was the issue, that was instantly put away. Plus, Sam wasn't heartless enough to do something to the Impala, so he was left with his brother's final weakness. "Dean." he began, his heart beating a mile a minute, palms beginning to sweat. "No more.."
These words caught Dean's attention in an instant. The man jerked his head in his brother's direction. Green eyes filled with building rage because deep inside he knew where this conversation was going and he was far from pleased. Even though he was taller by a few inches, Sam had to admit he was afraid, but he wasn't going to back down.
"Dean. I'm sorry-but until you at least attend one session. I refuse to buy you anymore of Mrs. Dianna's pie."
"You can't do that! You know I can't go back there, Sammy!" Dean shouted furiously while jumping to his feet. Mrs. Dianna's pies were the best in town. No other pastries could compare. Dean used to make a minimum of 5 trips to the bakery everyday. Always leaving with an armful of pies that later sent him into a sweet mini coma. Mrs. Dianna's pies were a necessity. He just had to have them. But ever since that fateful mistake of screwing the owner's daughter in the backseat of 'Babeh' before leaving her 8 miles from her house, Dean was banned from ever showing his face around the place. Hey it wasn't his fault. The chick started getting all psycho on him; talking about marriage and committment and KIDS! He'd be insane if he didn't kick the bitch out. Unable to go get his sweet treats himself, Dean pushed the task onto Sam. Sam fed his brother's sweet tooth weekly, well until now...
"I'm sorry, but until you shape up I'm no longer buying you pies."
"Come on!" Dean whined like a 4 year old.
"I'm doing this for your benefit. The first session begins tomorrow at noon." Sam announced with a smug little smile. Dean just rolled his eyes. "You'll thank me for this later. I'm sure of it."
The next day, Dean found himself standing infront of a tall red brick building. He stood like a statue upon the steps as people walked passed him. The huge embedded words of 'Wright Counseling Inc' staring him in the face. Dean sighed and looked over his shoulder at his brother who was parked on the curve, giving him a thumbs up. The man gritted his teeth and mumbled a few incoherent curse words before making his way into the building. Dean glanced around nervously, observing the fancy marble lobby for a few seconds before making his way to the front desk.
"Hello." A bubbly blonde instantly greeted him from behind the desk. Dean winced at her action. He found the woman quite creepy actually. She wore too much makeup for his taste. Not to mention her voice sounded as though she's been sucking on helium. The two shared a very unpleasant moment of silent staring before the woman decided to break the tension. "May I help...you?"
"Oh yeah. I'm here for the addiction session...or whatever with Ms-" Dean took a quick glance at his palm where Sam had written the instructions earlier. "Wright?" The man watched as the woman typed something into her computer before returning to him with a toothy smile.
"You're actually early. Her next appointed session doesn't begin until 10 min." She then dug into her desk and pulled out a blue wrist band. "Please wear this sir and and report to the room written on the band. If you ever get lost just show your band to an employee and they'll help you. Good luck."
Dean gave the woman a sarcastic smile before turning away to leave, sighing and rolling his eyes at the thought of what he was about to do. There was no way out of this. Sam has the car and he left him here with no cash, so an escape by bus or a cab was not an option. Dean walked aimlessly through the large building until he saw the mens' restroom. He burst through the door and headed towards the sink. After splashing a few much needed handfuls of water onto his face he looked up into the mirror. He'd be a liar if he said that he wasn't nervous. "Pull yourself together, Dean..in, out, done. Then you can go back to your normal-"
'Mmmm. Just like that baby. Take it down your throat.' A husky moan then escaped into the air and instantly grabbed Dean's attention. What the hell was that? 'Fuck baby...too good.' The lewd sound of wet sloppy sucking bounced off the walls of what Dean thought was an empty restroom. The moans increased in volume with the rhythm of the sucking. Faster and faster. It was driving him off the edge. Out of curiosity Dean slowly and quietly kneeled down to look under the stalls and discovered a pair of knees and pants pooling at the ankles. 'You like that don't you?' the dominant questioned and the submissive gave him a gentle cough in response. 'Don't choke. Breathe through your nose. good boy. Nngh' Dean backed away into the sink; feeling the need to grasp something sturdy as his denim jeans suddenly began to tighten. Fuck! This couldn't be happening. He hasn't been here for 10 min and he's already relasping? Well. Not that he needed treatment in the first place. But if Sam found out...dammit. He didn't want to think about what would happen if Sam were to found out. Leave. He could leave. But Dean refused to walk casually down a hallway while pitching a tent. That's fucking humiliating.
'Ah. More. I-I need..."
Dean's heart began to beat rapidly within his chest. That voice. Was it the submissive's? It was husky and gravelly yet so desperate and needy. Dean gritted his teeth and with closed eyes and hitched breath he clasped his hand over his hardened cock, trying to stay in control. He wasn't going to lose. It took him every ounce of remaining strength to do what he did next. Dean walked over to the stall next to the couple and slammed the door loud enough to catch their attention. His plan obviously worked, because within seconds he heard the shuffling of feet and anxious sound of a zipper being pulled up, followed by a few mumured curses here and there. Dean waited a few moments and watched a pair of shoes pass by his stall and walk out the door, before exiting himself. The man washed his hands like normal, trying to ignore his aching dick that rubbed painfully against his denim. He then tensed as the stall behind him opened once again. Dean swallowed dry.
"I apologize greatly if I disturbed you..." Dean became paralyzed at the sound of the voice. It was the submissive.
Without looking the man in the eyes, Dean gave him a half-hearted nod. "N-No problem." He was nervous...scared even. This was the first time this has ever happened to him. This was awkward. But Dean couldn't help but to crave more of this mysterious man. So he asked the first thing that came to mind. "Do you usually allow your boyfriend to throat fuck you in a public restroom before running off?" What?! Dean's mind broke out into a wild panick. He just made the awkward situation even worse! What was wrong with him? The stranger was silent as expected. Dean didn't look his way but he knew his expression was nothing but shocked.
"He wasn't my lover." the stranger answered with such confidence, it threw Dean off guard. "I-I don't even know his name. Neither do I wish to know it." Dean unconsciously licked his lips. "Word of advice, next time when you desire to have relations with me, wait your turn instead of behaving like a pubescent child."
"Ah!" Dean quivered when the stranger suddenly took hold of his sensitive clothed erection. The stranger then chuckled at his reaction.
"But I have to leave for now...I'm expected elsewhere." Dean gripped tighter on the sink until his knuckles turned white. The stranger slowly let go with much hesitation before turning to leave. "Have a nice day."
Dean gasped violently as he released a breath he had no idea he was holding. His mind was in shambles. Never has he felt so weak and vulnerable. "Shit." But he enjoyed it. 15 minutes passed and Dean successfully took care of his 'little problem'. After cleaning himself up a bit and cursing the sexy, gravelly voiced stranger's existence, the man finally managed to find his assigned room. And like the new kid in school, all eyes were on him. He cleared his throat a bit before taking an available seat beside a dolled up big breasted woman, in which he'd probably get to know better after the session. The room was rather large and cozy with baby blue walls and lush carpet.
"Hi~~" a flirtacious voice greeted. Dean turned to see a smile fit for hollywood. The man smirked as he observed her from head to toe. Oh yeah. Maybe counselling wasn't so bad after all.
"Hi yourself." Dean smirked, making the woman blush a bit. "So. Should I dare ask why a lovely sane looking woman like yourself is doing here?"
The woman giggled shyly before pushing her soft black hair behind her ear. "I have trust issues. Which led...to other things. Violent outburts...restraining orders. Then I got into witch craft for a while. But Dr. Wright is a miracle worker. I was a total mess before I started attending her sessions." Dean's mouth hung open in silent shock as the woman shot him a warming smile. Alright. So she was a possible psychopath. Nice. Just keep the knives and bleach out of her reach and Dean could so totally work with this.
"Anyway. Uhh. Where is this Dr. Wright? I was actually nervous about being late and it doesn't seem-"
"She's out chasing that whore." one man answered casually without looking up from his laptop.
"Uhhh 'that whore'?" Dean questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"He's talking about Castiel. He's like 21 and already slept with over a 100 men. Or so he remembers." a curly brunette haired woman hissed in disgust. "Almost everyday our sessions start 30 minutes late, because the doc has to go rip a cock out of his ass. He's been here longer than any of us and made little to zero progress. He's a lost cau-"
Before the woman could finish her rant, the door opened to reveal a woman standing about 5'10. she had straight brunette hair that reached her shoulders. Bluish-Green eyes and her cheeks were too high and jolly to handle. She seemed out of breath as she trotted into the room, pulling something along with her. "Sorry. I'm late everyone. Me and Castiel ran into a little problem in the parking lot."
"I'm sure." one woman said with the roll of her eyes.
"With that out of the way, Castiel please take your seat." Dr. Wright urged with a menacing glare. Dean stared at the man as he obeyed. He was a whore? The guy looked like a total desk jockey. He had short messy dark brown hair, a little stubble on his face and his clothing was very sloppy. Black suit pants, a button up white dress shirt with a blue tie, that was ironically backwards and all this was under a tan trenchcoat. But even though his appearance was unkept, you couldn't help but to be drawn to his eyes. They were too blue to be real and so hypnotizing in a way. Before Dean realized it, he was staring longer than expected. Dr. Wright noticed his inappropriate eye contact and cleared her throat loudly to grab the man's attention. "And you must be Mr. Winchester." she said with a strain smile.
Dean swallowed hard after seeing Castiel smile in his direction. "U-Uh yeah. I'm Dean."
"Welcome Dean. If everyone don't mind, we will go around the room and introduce ourselves so Mr. Winchester will not feel like a stranger."
"Hi Dean. My name is Tessa." the black haired woman who had 'trust' issues said.
"My name's Chuck Shurley. That's all I'm going to say and that's all you need to know." he sighed as he forced himself to close his laptop.
The brunette who spoke with such disgust about Castiel earlier flipped her hair and crossed one slender leg over the other. "Bela Talbot."
Dean's heart began to beat rapidly because now it was 'his' turn. With a small gentle smile, he bowed slightly. "Hello, Dean. My name is Castiel Novak. I...hope we can get along and maybe become great friends in the near future." Dean couldn't help but notice the slight blush that painted his cheeks after he finished and that voice...there's no way in hell. Bela rolled her eyes.
"Word from the wise newby. Stay away from Novak." Bela warned Dean.
"Ok that's enough Bela." said Dr. Wright while wearing a stern expression. "Castiel is struggling for recovery just like everyone else. His addiction is nothing to be made fun of. If you continue with your inappropriate comments, I'll be forced to ask you to leave for the day." Bela jerked her head at the threat, but Castiel didn't seem affected by the situation at all. The session continued on, with everyone talking about their homelife and process and so far, Dean's learned that Castiel is a university student. He has 3 brothers. The eldest is highly religious and obviously doesn't approve of his life choices. He was recently kicked out of the house and forced to move with his brother Gabriel. But his oldest brother picks him up 3 times a week so he can drop Castiel off at his appointed sessions. Dean also learned that Tessa is a total closet nut case, along with Chuck and Bela has a gambling addiction which landed her in hundreds of thousands dollars in debt.
Dean didn't say much during the meeting and Dr. Wright didn't force him either, which he liked. It was difficult for him to answer any questions anyway since his mind was filled with the blue-eyed, trench coat wearing 'hussy' on the other side of the room. To his relief, the timer rang, signalling the meeting was over for the day. Dr. Wright wished everyone a good day as they piled out of the room. Dean watched Castiel like a hawk as the man walked down the hallway and towards the exit, ignoring the childish accidental bump Bela gave him on the way. Wow what a bitch. Once outside, Dean saw Sam waiting on the curb while leaning on the Impala.
"Hey how'd it go?" Sam asked with a hopeful smile.
"Terrible." he spat while climbing into the driver's side of his babeh.
"Well. I'm just happy you tried it out." Sam announced while getting into the passenger's seat. Dean looked up and saw a car pulling up infront of Castiel and a tall man wearing an angry expression stepped out of the driver's side. He said something that was unclear due to Dean's distance. He then took Castiel roughly by the hand and pushed him into the car, before getting in himself and driving off. He couldn't explain why but what he just witnessed angered him.
"You know Sammy. I'm beginning to think that maybe these sessions aren't that bad." Dean said with a forced smile.