You tapped your fingers restlessly against the arm of your chair. Normally, you wouldn't be so jumpy in this office, but today you had something you really needed to get of your chest.

The place was designed specifically to calm people down, with magazines littering the table in front of you and well cushioned seats. It was empty, as it usually is when you come. The clock on the wall read 4:03.

Your appointment was at 4 and not that three minutes bothered you, but your doctor didn't have an appointment before yours and she was always here on time.

Your tapping got faster as you tried to concentrate on one of the magazines. You wished you had brought your phone along, but it was at low power and if you had brought it, all you would have done was used up the rest of the battery...

But anything was better than the silence.

You could hear footsteps down the hall behind you.

Finally. You turned towards the door, but the person who walked through was not Dr. Myla.

A boy, around his twenties walked through. He had blond hair and an innocent face that scanned the room around him and settled on you. He smiled and turned back to Dr. Myla, who had followed him out.

"It was nice meeting you," he said, very matter-of-factly, and shook her hand.

Dr. Myla smiled "It was nice meeting you as well, Jack. I hope I'll see you again." Dr. Myla turned to you, and you got ready to follow her in, but she stopped you. "Y/N, do you mind waiting? I'll be back out in just a second."

You nodded to her and she left, closing the door behind her. You sighed loudly, leaning back in your chair. Two more minutes. You can wait two more minutes.

You looked up again, shocked to find the boy, Jack, still standing there. He was looking at you curiously.

Jack… Jack. Why did that set off alarm bells in your head?

"Hi!" he said.

You took this moment to read into his emotional state. He was calm and curious. He seemed to be waiting for something.

"Hi," you responded slowly.

"I'm Jack." He held out his hand for you to shake. You took it and tried to push down your nerves and act politely.

"Y/N."

He sat down across from you. "It's nice to meet you Y/N. I take it you talk to Dr. Myla too?"

You hesitated before answering. "Yes?"

He thought about it before saying, "That's nice."

"Jack?" A voice called from outside. A man walked in and you were immediately alarmed.

"Hello Sam."

Sam Winchester. Hunter.

That's why the name Jack sounded so familiar to you. You had heard the Winchester boys were harbouring the son of Satan but this was all too weird.

"Sorry I'm late, Jack. Can we go?"

Jack nodded. "Goodbye Y/N."

You shook yourself out of your haze enough to say, "Goodbye Jack," as he followed Sam out.

You stared at the table ahead of you. This whole week has turned out to be a mess. First… Nevermind that, but now? You had just, sort of, accidentally, made friends with Jack Kline. Lucifer's son. That's no good.

"Y/N?" You got up and joined Ms. Myla in the hall, walking down to her room and sitting in your usual chair.

Throughout everything, you still had this. You had to remember that. You still had therapy.

"So, Y/N, how are you?"

"Not too good."

"Oh no! Why is that?"

"... Two days ago, I got a message from my father."

"So, Jack, how did therapy go?"

Jack pondered this for a moment. "It went… well, I think. Dr. Myla seems very nice. We talked about my thoughts on family and-"

"Oh Jack, normally you don't really talk about what happens in therapy. I mean, we can, but the whole point of therapy is that you have a private place where you can tell someone your secrets and feelings and no one has to know about it."

"... Oh. Okay. Then, yes, it went well."

Sam chuckled at the fact that Jack could take information like that and keep on smiling. "So, do you want to keep talking to the therapist? This is the only therapist I know of who talks to people like us, but we can work something else out, if you'd like."

That was true, too. Dr. Myla was the only known therapist who spoke to hunters, supernatural creatures, or people who had been attacked, possessed, or otherwise badly introduced to the mythological community. She was widely talked about as an amazing counselor, but she was pretty hard to find, which kept her under the radar and kept her from having half of the country asking for advice.

"Yes, I'd like to keep talking to Dr. Myla."

"Good," Sam said with a smile and walked over to give Jack a brief hug. "Thanks for bearing with me Jack. I'm really trying, but things aren't…"

"Perfect?" Jack asked as he pulled away. "That's okay Sam. Because we're gonna stop Michael and get Dean back."

Sam smiled at the boy, "Yeah. Yeah we are."

Another week went by and here you were again. In the waiting room of Dr. Myla's office.

You weren't nearly as anxious as last time. What she said to you last week really helped.

Your father is dead, Y/N. He can't hurt you anymore. And even if he could, you are so much more powerful than anything he could throw at you. Don't let your fear take away from how strong you are, Y/N. What will come, will come, but don't let something like the fear of your father stop you, okay?

You were playing some mindless game on your phone when Jack and Dr. Myla walked in again, just like last week.

"Oh, hello Y/N," Jack greeted as he walked in.

Dr. Myla held up a finger and mouthed, 'One minute' before scurrying down the hall yet again.

Jack sat across from you in the same seat as last time.

"How are you today, Y/N?"

"Pretty good, Jack. How about you?"

He smiled, his innocent smile, and said, "I'm good, too. I just have to wait for Sam to come pick me up."

You nodded. "I see. Why does Sam have to get you?"

"Oh, well Sam's like my brother. And, I can't drive so he drives me."

You were surprised to hear he couldn't drive only for a second before remembering that he was really only born a few months ago.

"Oh, okay."

"Can you drive?"

You paused. "I can, but I prefer not to."

"Why not?"

"I figure there are better ways of getting from one point to the next. Less dangerous ways."

He looked like he was going to ask, but Dr. Myla interrupted him. "Y/N? You can come in now." She paused when she noticed Jack still there. "Jack? Why don't you head home?"

"I have to wait-"

Right then, Sam walked in. "Jack. You good buddy? Should we go?"

You felt your heartbeat quicken once again at the sight of the younger Winchester and was quick to pop up from your chair and sneak back into Dr. Myla's office.

Another day, Y/N. You'll have to face him some other day.