Disclaimer: I am not claiming that the session between Dean and Dr. Croft have in this chapter is correct. I am not a professional psychologist, nor am I studying to be one. Any errors and misconceptions are acknowledged. So enjoy!

"Dean? Dean, where are you?" Seth called out, ducking his head to look into his shared bedroom with the Lunatic Fringe. He growled in frustration when his lover wasn't there. The champion placed his hands on his hips as he waited for Dean's response.

"In the bathroom!" Came the answer. Seth made his way over to the bathroom, a bit surprised to find it unlocked. He pushed the door open and was a bit thankful that Dean had the decency to wrap a towel around his waist this time. "What should I wear? Suit and tie, or…?"

"Jesus Christ, Dean," Seth commented. "It's just an appointment. Wear something casual."

Seth was a bit anxious. Today was the first appointment out of many for Dean's session and Seth didn't want Dean to make a bad first impression by being late. Dean kissed Seth's forehead before moving around him to get to the bedroom, where he changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that had a faded design on it. He slipped on a pair of sneakers and turned to face his lover.

"This okay?"

"Yep. That's fine. Now, c'mon," Seth grabbed his keys and phone before heading towards the door. "We're already late as it is."

At the clinic, Dean couldn't sit still. He could blame it on the ADHD but he could never really stay calm when he was in any type of hospital. This isn't a hospital but it was close and it was enough for Dean's hyperactivity to kick in. He flipped through a few magazines, went to the bathroom a couple of times, and checked his phone, anything to keep his hands occupied. The waiting area was filled with other people: There was a mother and her child, the latter seemed to be muttering something under his breath as he kept wringing his shirt in his hands. A man sat in the corner of the room with a lighter in his right hand and he'd occasionally light it. So yeah, it wasn't a very happy place to be in.

Seth felt uncomfortable with the surroundings as well. He just kept his attention focused on his phone, replying to texts and tweeting a few things. When Dean's name was finally called, he saw how the Lunatic visibly calmed before standing up and entering the psychologist's office.

"Good morning, Mr. Ambrose," Dr. Croft greeted, seated on an Eames lounge chair with the foot rest acting as a makeshift table next to him. "Glad that you could make it. Please have a seat."

He gestured at the chaise sofa in front of him. Dean kind of expected this: To lay down on a couch and stare up at the ceiling for two hours talking about his past. Nevertheless, he obeyed but didn't lay down. Instead, he sat on the couch, his elbows on top of his knees and hands clasped together to cover his mouth.

The therapist sighed. "Very well, then. So, Dean, tell me how you're feeling."

"Who is he talking to?" Mox questioned, his voice sounding defiant, which was understandable. He was always the one who seemed to not want to get better. Dean might have to talk to him about it sometime.

Dean narrowed his eyes in confusion, sharing his alter's concern. "Uh…Who are you talking to?"

Dr. Croft scribbled something down on a small notepad. "You, Dean, all of you."

"But-"

"I am aware of Moxley and your alters. But it is better if you start addressing yourself as a whole. Referring to yourself as different people and acknowledging that your alters are separate individuals would result in even more dissociation. So, I'll ask you again: How are you feeling?"

[A few hours later]

Seth was in the waiting area, patiently reading an interesting magazine article when…

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME!"

The bellow was followed by a loud crash and another violent threat. That can't be good. Several staff ran inside the office and closed the door behind them.

The mother covered his son's ears as more and more vile words emanated from the office.

Seth threw the magazine back down on the coffee table in front of him as he stood up. He was a few feet from the door when a nurse stopped him. "I'm sorry, sir, but you're not allowed to come in."

"He needs my help." Seth insisted, trying to get past the woman only to be blocked by several other ones as well.

"I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP!"

Seth growled. "You don't understand. Mr. Ambrose doesn't need my help. Your psychologist does."

"Mr. Ambrose, please-"

"My name is Moxley, you fucking idiot!"

The blonde was being held down on the sofa by his ankles and wrists by four nurses, each one straining to keep him down. Jon kept surging up, trying to get free and get out of here but the holds stayed firm.

The destructive alter growled at them, shouting profanities and threats and no one doubted that he wouldn't stay true to his word. "AGHHH! LET GO OF ME, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!"

The door burst open and Seth came waltzing in, a trail of personnel trying to hold him back.

"Dr. Croft, if I may, I'll be able to calm him down for you." He offered and Jon snarled at him.

"Tyler, you fucking traitor! This is all your idea! When I get outta this, you are so DEAD!"

The shrink sighed in exhaustion and nodded, accepting the two-toned man's help. Seth asked the people that held Moxley down to let go of him. They hesitated at first and tried to warn him that he was dangerous.

"I know." He said simply. Eventually, the people agreed and one by one they released their grip, starting from the ones on the man's ankles before carefully letting go of his wrists. Immediately sensing freedom, Moxley lunged at the Armenian, much to the surprise of everyone else in the room. He wrapped his hands around Tyler's throat, not squeezing but it was still rather tight to the point of discomfort.

Seth, however, remained calm and allowed Mox to push him down to the floor. "Mox? It's okay. You're okay. No one's hurting you."

"I'm going to fucking murder you, you motherfucking prick!" The blonde threatened, his navy blue eyes looking crazed and murderous.

The champion placed a hand on Jon's shoulder. "Would you?" He challenged. "Would you really?"

Jon bared his teeth but somehow, he couldn't tighten his hold, couldn't even bear the thought of doing it. On any other person, he'd do it without a second though but this…this was Tyler. For the sake of his alter, he slowly loosened his grip on Tyler's neck until he was completely sitting back on the floor in front of him.

Dr. Croft and his staff were absolutely baffled by how much control the bearded man seemed to have on the seemingly uncontrollable man. But then again, they've been together for a very long time and Dr. Croft has been told that Seth knew all of Dean's alters, what made them tick and calm down.

Moxley panted as he got up to sit on the sofa without being told, keeping his gaze at the younger man below him. He hated seeing that terrified look on Tyler's face, hated how Tyler believes that he would hurt him.

"Now," The doctor cleared his throat and Seth was offered a seat since he was going to participate in the session. "Shall we resume our session?"