Bobby walked into his home after a long hunt, ready to put his feet up and have a beer. What he didn't expect was for Sam and Dean to be standing in the living room screaming their fool heads off.
"Come on, Sam!" Dean exclaimed, repeating the same argument for the thousandth time. "She's a demon! They want us dead, we want them dead!"
"We can trust her Dean!" Sam denied, his face screwed up in irritation. "She's helping us!"
"Bullshit Sam!" Dean yelled. "The angels say don't trust her, so we don't trust her!"
"Cas!"
"Ruby!"
Dean and Sam called for backup simultaneously. The two appeared instantly and Bobby stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled. "All right, that's it!" He shouted, glaring at Dean when he opened his mouth to retort. "The four of you have been having this same cat fight for months now and I'm sick of it." Sam looked at Dean shamefully, while Dean quieted. "I already made an appointment and the four of you are going to therapy." Bobby announced, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Bobby, no way-"
"That's ridiculous-"
"Screw that!"
"I do not believe that I require-"
"Quiet, all of ya!" Bobby growled and everyone fell silent. "You're going, even if I have to drag you by your hair, draw devils traps, use holy oil or threaten you car!"
Dean gasped dramatically, looking hurt. "You wouldn't!"
"Try me." Bobby threatened. They stared each other down for several minuets before Dean finally backed down.
"Son of a bitch."
I wakled into my office somewhat anxiously. Bobby Singer had called and requested I met with his family today and help them work through their issues. When I asked him to elaborate he had chuckled darkly and said, "You'll see."
Bobby and I had been friends for years, he fixed my car more times then I could count, so I figured I owed him a favor.
"Dr. Walt?" My receptionist, Stephanie said, poking her head in the door. "Bobby Singer is here."
"Send them in." I said, getting out a pad and pen. I was anxious to get started so I sat at the head of a long table and observed four men and one woman walk into the room.
Bobby walked in first and shook my hand. "Thanks for taking us." He said, taking the seat on my left.
Two men entered the room next and I could see the wariness in the younger man's face, while the other just looked annoyed. "What, no couches?" The older man griped sarcastically and Bobby sent him a sharp look.
"Boy, sit down and shut up." Bobby ordered. Grumbling, the older man took a seat next to Bobby, while the younger man sat across from him.
Hides behind humor, but hiding from what? Respects Bobby. I noted on my notepad. Dean's eyes watched my movement, but he didn't say anything futher.
The last two walked in and I immediately noted the apathy in the man's face.
Doesn't show emotion- afraid or just stoic?
The woman merely looked bored at her predicament as she took the seat next to the younger man and across from Bobby while the guy in the trench coat sat next to the one in the leather jacket.
I cleared my throat and all eyes were on me. "Welcome to therapy everyone. My name is Dr. Walt and I'm pleased you decided to come. Therapy is an important step in working through problems you may be having, and it doesn't mean you're crazy." I always started out my sessions this way, to reasure my patients. No one in this room seemed very reasurred, if anything they seemed annoyed. "Alright, why don't we all introduce ourselves?" I sat back and waited, my pen ready.
"You already know me." Bobby said after a few seconds of silence and glared at Dean, indicating him to go next.
"I'm Dean. This's Castiel." Dean introduced himself and Castiel, preventing him from saying anything stupid.
Dean- hides behind humor, but hiding from what? Respects Bobby. Didn't allow Castiel to introduce himself. Controlling?
Castiel- Doesn't show emotion- afriad or just stoic? Is okay with Dean introducing him. Shy? Antisocial? Apathetic? Possible depression.
"Hi, I'm Sam." Sam said, giving a quick, awkward smile to the doctor.
Sam- Appears to be the most cooperative. Very quiet. Introvert.
"Ruby." Ruby acknowledged, saying nothing more.
Ruby- Antisocial.
"Alright. And what are your relationships with each other?" I asked innocently. I was not prepared for what happened next.
"Sexual!" Ruby declaring, grinning at Sam.
Sam's face instantly turned red and Dean shouted, "You said that was a one time thing! Gee Sam is there anything else I should know?" His voice was hard and filled with anger.
"You have been copulating with the demon?" Castiel asked, sounding absolutely disgusted. I raised my eyebrows at the word demon as my pen flew across the page.
"All of ya shut up!" Bobby yelled and the room settled down. "These two idjits are brothers." Bobby said, indicating Dean and Sam. "This one is their friend." He pointed to Castiel. "And she's..." Bobby had to think for a moment. "Sam's on and off again girlfriend." Sam groaned and dropped his head into his hands while Ruby smirked at the pissed off look on Dean's face.
Dean- Sam's brother, angry about his sexual relationship with Ruby.
Sam- Possibly in denial about relationship with Ruby/lying about her to his brother.
Castiel- Used the word 'demon' to describe Ruby, investigate further.
Ruby- Takes pleasure in humiliating/angering others.
"Okay, I can see that there is a lot of tension in this room. Let's all take a deep breath for a minuet." I waited a moment, but no one seemed particularly inclined to do as I asked so I hurried on. "I would like to talk to you for a minuet Castiel."
"What do you wish to ask me?" He asked, sounding unconcerned. I noted his unusually formal speech before continuing.
"You used the word 'demon' to describe Ruby. Would you explain that please?" I asked.
"She's is a demon. A spawn of Satan." Castiel 'clarified' and I raised my eyebrows.
"When you say demon-" I began, but was cut off.
"It's a cult!" Dean announced, sounding rather proud of himself. All eyes swiveled to him and his grin slipped a little. "What?" He demanded. "It's better then what he was saying." Dean murmmered to Bobby, who had no choice to agree.
"Wait a moment. Ruby is in a cult?" I asked, my eyes on Ruby now. She was openly smirking at this and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm in a cult that worships Satan." Ruby agreed, apparently very pleased with this.
"Oh." Was all I could think to say. I cleared my throat. "So, uh, Dean, would it be fair to say that Ruby's... involvement with a cult is why you're angry with her and Sam's relationship?"
"Thank you Captain Obvious." Dean snarked and Bobby glared at him. Dean slouched in his seat and the tension in the air increased tenfold.
I loosened my tie a little and realized how intense this session was going to get. "Bobby, when you called me to set up this session I asked you who it was for. Would you mind repeating what you said to me?" Dean and Sam looked at Bobby curiously, while Bobby looked a little uncomfortable.
"I said it was for my boys." Bobby muttered, embarassed. Dean and Sam looked touched.
"So would it be accurate to say that you consider Dean and Sam your sons?" I asked, still trying to get everyone's relationships to each other straight. Bobby nodded.
"And do the two of you consider Bobby your father?" I asked and Dean and Sam shifted, uncomfortable with being put on the spot. Sam caught Dean's eyes and motioned to Bobby with his eyes, then tilted his head. Dean responded silently, raising his eyebrows quickly and letting them drop. Sam sent his brother a look and Dean nodded.
"Of course we do." Dean said quietly and I nodded.
Dean and Sam share a silent method of communicating are obviously very close, maybe a little codependent. I wrote. Both identify Bobby as their father, he identifies them as his sons. Where is there real father?
"Alright, now that that's all sorted out I can ask why you've decided to come to therapy. Let's go around the table one by one. We'll start with you Sam." I said, curious to hear what responses I got.
"Well, I guess Dean and I have been arguing a lot lately." Sam admitted, his face scrunched with sadness. Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Do you disagree Dean?" I asked. Dean glared at me for calling him out, but answered.
"No. But I don't think we need to be in therapy for it either. Sam knows exactly what's pissing me off and no head-shrinking is gonna change that." Dean said, folding his arms across his chest.
Dean- Pessimistic view towards therapy/his relationship with Sam.
"Then why are you here Dean?"
"Bobby threatened my car." He said seriously and I raised an eyebrow at Bobby.
"Look, Doc, I had to get him here somehow. And Dean's the stubbornest idjit I ever met. Trust me, it was the only option." Bobby defended himself and Dean glowered at him.
"My concern, Bobby is that Dean wont feel safe enough to open up if he's not here willingly." I said honestly.
"Oh, he'll cooperate." Bobby said, sending a threatening glare at Dean, who looked in the opposite direction and pursed his lips, pouting.
I nodded and turned to Castiel. "And why are you here Castiel?"
Castiel tilted his head in thought before answering, "I came along because Bobby asked me to, and he said it would help Dean. Dean is my friend."
Deep connection with Dean. Possible relationship? I wrote and nodded.
"What about you Ruby?" I asked, turning my attention to her.
"Bobby threatened me." She said, sounding bored.
"Bobby?" I asked incredulously and he shrugged helplessly, offering me no excuse.
"And I thought it'd be funny." Ruby added and I just nodded, underlining my note about the joy Ruby takes in humiliating others.
"Okay. So, Bobby, since you're the one who called would you care to explain why you think you all require therapy?" I asked.
"Sure, doc. It's simple really." Bobby said. "Dean and Sam wont stop shouting at each other and I'm sick of listening to them bitch. This one keeps whining about his daddy issues," Bobby pointed to Castiel, who looked incredibly affronted. The first real emotion, I noted, that he showed.
Castiel- Very sensitive about issues with his father.
"And I don't even know where to start with that one." Bobby said, pointing to Ruby. I nodded and thought over my next words very carefully.
"Okay, I would like to conduct three seperate sessions today just as a platform to work with for future sessions." Dean groaned and Bobby smacked the back of his head. I waited to see what Dean would do and, considering the thunderous expression on his face, I thought he might resort to violence. However, Sam started laughing and Dean kicked him under the table.
"Shut up Sammy." He muttered and I sensed genuine affection between them.
"In the first session I would like to speak with Dean, Sam and Ruby alone." Sam's eyes shot open wide while Dean and Ruby glared at each other. I mentally prepared myself and continued. "Afterwards I would like to speak with Castiel, Sam and Dean. Then I would like to finish with all four of us." No one looked particularly thrilled with this plan, but they agreed none the less.
"I'll call for you when we're ready for you Castiel." I said and Castiel nodded at me before following Bobby out the door.
"So..." I trailed off, already sensing the animosity in the room spike. "Where should we start?"