A/N 1: Does it seem like I'm BS-ing the story? I feel like it. But maybe it's because I'm my own critic. They always say that you are your own critic. So maybe it's me. :/ Welp, on with the story.
A week later, both Castiel and Dean had an appointment with a psychiatrist to see what their diagnosis was. The psychiatrist asked them questions on what they witnessed during the war, what kind of nightmares they had, how many did they have. She even asked how jumpy they get and if they had any outbursts.
Sad thing was, they both had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Castiel didn't have it as bad, but Dean, Dean had it pretty badly.
A few times at home Castiel would get angry at a simple thing. He had some trouble sleeping and had few nightmares.
Now, Dean, however, was worse. Dean would get frustrated and get angry and throw things constantly. He'd jump whenever S.W. would bark, even when he would be eating his breakfast or watching TV, he'd jump when Sam or Bobby said something. It seemed like the nightmares were getting worse, and he could barely sleep.
Once she diagnosed them, she referenced them to a therapist. Odd thing was, they were both referenced the same therapist.
"Do you want me to come in with you?" Sam asked as he helped Dean out of the car and passed him his crutches.
"No, you can do whatever. Just come back in an hour," Dean said as he slowly made his way to the building.
A person kindly opens the lobby door and he murmured a "thank you". He slowly made his way to the front desk to ask what floor the therapist, Ellen Harvelle, was on. When Dean's question was answered he murmured another "thank you" and made his way to the elevators. He pushed the button and waited impatiently and once the doors opened, he walked in and pushed the button next to the three. The doors closed and in seconds the doors opened at the third floor and Dean walked out of the elevator.
It wasn't hard to find the office because it was the only thing on the third flood so he slowly walked to the door. The door unexpectedly opened in front of Dean, almost hitting him.
"Whoa!" Dean said, surprised.
His eyes locked with familiar blue ones and his heart started pounding rapidly.
"Dean... I'm sorry," Castiel said softly.
"Cas.." he murmured with disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
Castiel shrugged. "Probably for the same reason you are. I just got done. She's a good therapist from what I've experienced."
Dean nodded. "Well- uh- it was good to see you again."
"Yeah, it was. Um, she might refer you to a support group. Just a fair warning."
A support group? Oh, hell no. "Alright. Um- thanks for the warning," Dean said with a smile.
Castiel nodded and held the door open for Dean and he thanked Castiel and they went their separate ways.
Dean's heart was still pounding. He tried to calm down as he walked up to the desk and told the lady his name and sat down A few minutes later, a woman with long dirty blonde hair was standing near the door of her office and was looking at Dean with a raised eyebrow. Dean supposed it was his therapist, Ellen Harvelle.
"Dean Winchester?"
Dean nodded and struggled to get up from the chair but when he had trouble getting up he sighed heavily, his anger was growing rapidly.
"Let me help you," the woman, Ellen said as she held out her hands for him to take.
"I don't need your help!" he growled.
"Sweety, when you know you need help and you say you don't need any help, you're just hurting yourself. Now give me your hands," she ordered softly.
He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling like he was close to tears. God, I'm such a baby. Stop crying so much. He opened his eyes and gave Ellen his hands. Ellen helped Dean slowly stand up and grabbed both crutches and handed one to him and then the other.
"There. Teamwork, eh?" she said with a smile.
"Yeah..." he mumbled.
For a whole hour, Dean told Ellen all about his nightmares, how he gets jumpy all the time, how he gets angry at pretty much anything, and how he's not getting much sleep.
Ellen just sat there and listened. She knew he was having a hard time talking about all this, especially what he went through during his time in Iraq, so she didn't push him.
Once the hour was over, she wrote an address on a piece of paper and handed it to Dean saying, "This is a support group. People that have come to me with the same problem as you, I refer them to this support group. They come back to me months later saying thank you."
Dean took the paper in hand and read the address. He looked up from the paper and smiled at Ellen. Maybe I'll get to see Cas. "Thank you."
Ellen smilled. "You're welcome. Now, the support group meets every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. It starts at six in the evening and ends at eight."
"Alright," Dean said with a nod. He grabbed his crutches and slowly stood up. How long have I been with this stupid cast and these crutches and I never thought of doing this? Ugh! "Thank you for listening to me. I needed it."
"You're welcome, Dean," she said as she got up from her chair and walked to the door and opened it.
Dean walked through the door and sighed. That wasn't so bad. Maybe I can handle the support group.
"So, how did it go?" Sam asked.
They were heading home, but not before grabbing some cheeseburgers from their favorite diner.
"It went surprisingly well. She just listened to me. She also referred me to a support group. It's every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Starts at six and ends at eight."
"You gonna go tonight?"
Dean sighed. It is Tuesday, so why not? "Yeah, I just wanna eat first."
"Okay."
Castiel was lying on his bed, thinking about going to the support group or not. Dean might be there.
"Yeah, right," he said out loud and shook his head and got lost in his thoughts again.
A low bark broke through his thoughts and he jumped. He looked down and found Crowley staring up at him.
He patted the bed and said, "Come on." Crowley jumped up on the bed and nuzzled his owner's hand. Castiel smiled and petted his Crowley's head. "Hey, Crowley. I've got a question for you. Should I go to this support group my therapist referred me to tonight?" Crowley barked loudly. "Yeah? Well, alright then." Looks like I'm going. I hope Dean'll be there.
A/N 2: There ya have it. :D Next chapter... the support group. :o Lol, yet again, I keep jumping each time my phone goes off 'cause I'm getting mail from you guys. Lmao. But, I love the fact that all of you that have faved, alerted, and reviewed love this story. You guys have definitely encouraged me to write more of this story. :) Hope you enjoyed! :) Review! :D
A/N 3: Wow FanFiction... You totally had to update, didn't you? Dx I was so confused on how to favorite a story. Takes too much time, FanFic. I like the way it was before. :'(
