POV: Dean Winchester (aka Dean Tyler)
I couldn't believe Bobby. Not only was he making us go to this stupid shrink (again), but he was going to make us go every day until he got word from the Doc himself that we were all better. If it weren't for the not-so-mysterious disappearance of my Impala, there would be nothing stopping me from making a run for it. Needless to say, I was furious. How dare he kidnap my baby! Whatever. I would just have to bullshit my way through this until we got the all-clear, and then I would install the best damn security system money can buy.
I strolled into the Doc's office, followed by my annoying little brother and our warden. We sat down on the same couch from yesterday and waited for the Doc to speak.
"Welcome back boys!" he said in a sickeningly sweet voice. Asshole. "Today I thought we'd do something a little different." Woohoo. "I'm going to spend some time talking to you two separately, so that you can feel free to say whatever you want." Are you KIDDING ME?
"Oh no, not a chance!" Sam spoke up. I was glad he said that, because the Doc didn't seem to like me too much as it was.
"I'm gonna have to agree with Sammy on this. I don't really like the idea of—"
"Trust me boys, this will work out just fine. Dean, I'm going to start with you. Sam, Bobby, I'm going to ask that you wait out in the hallway." Sam and Bobby complied a little too eagerly. I'm pretty sure Sam was holding back a laugh as he walked out the door.
There was a click as the door slipped shut. It felt like the beginning of a horror flick. All we need is some creepy music and a hot chick, and I'd bet on the Doc sprouting fangs and claws. Lucky for that girl, I'd be there to save her…
The Doc cleared his throat, interrupting my daydream. I sighed. "Listen Tommy, I think you know I don't want to be here, and I'd bet you don't want to be here either, so let's make a deal. I'll tell Bobby that I poured my frickin heart out to you, and you'll say we made a huge breakthrough. Just tell him I'm cured or whatever and I'll be out of your hair." Seemed fair enough to me.
"First of all, Dean, I would prefer that you call me Thomas or Dr. Andrews. Secondly, I would appreciate it if you would just try and work through this. I think I can really help you and your brother." Yeah, right. "So tell me Dean, I know that you seemed very opposed to Sam's girlfriend—Ruby, I think. Since I'm just going to end up asking Sam about this, why don't you give me your side of the story?" I sighed. He had a point. I didn't need to have the Doc tell Sam that he was right about that demon bitch.
"Alright Dr. Andrews, I'll tell you about Ruby. Ever since she walked into Sam's life she's been manipulating him. She lies to him and toys with his emotions to get him to do what she wants. The worst part is that he refuses to believe me when I tell him. He's letting himself turn into a monster and—" I cut myself short after seeing the look that the Doc was giving me. He scribbled something down in his notebook. What am I thinking? I must look insane right now. He finished writing and spoke.
"I'll admit that I have quite a few questions about what you said, but let me start with this; how is Ruby turning your brother into a 'monster'?" Shit.
"Well you see Doc," What on earth—or hell—could I say? "Ruby…is in the mafia." The Doc's jaw dropped. Take that, Sam. "Yeah, the mafia. Her whole family is. She comes from a line of manipulative bitches, and she's no different than the others, but Sam just doesn't seem to get it." I was thinking quickly now. I hid a smile. This could be fun. "And Sam, the poor kid, used to be a cop—he's got some intel that Ruby's family would want. When Ruby showed up, I knew she was nothing but trouble, yet my little brother just won't accept that deceitfulness is in her blood! I'm just worried that he's going to get hurt." I put on my best concerned face as the poor, confused doctor soaked in what I had just said. After a minute he had finally recollected himself.
"Oh my. That certainly is a lot to deal with. I can see why you don't like Ruby. Maybe we should talk about something else instead?" What? That wasn't gut-wrenching enough for you? "I noticed that your parents have both died, and at rather young ages. May I ask what happened?"
I sighed. So now I have to talk about my real feelings? Fine. "My mom died of cancer when I was four. My dad died when I was 27. It was…a car accident."
"I'm so sorry. That must have been tough for you and your brother. I suppose you didn't know your mother very well, but what was your relationship with your father like?"
"My dad was a great guy. He taught me so much, he was just—I don't know. He was a great guy." My voice started to waver. Come on Dean, suck it up.
The Doc wrote something on his notepad. "So you had a strong relationship, that's wonderful. It must have been nice to have a male role model in your life. How do you think that affected you?" For starters, I wouldn't have been slaughtering vampires by the age of ten.
"Er, I guess…I guess he really taught me to look out for family. I kinda had to grow up fast for my family. I suppose that's why I ended up joining the military. I wanted to keep my brother safe." That was pretty true, at least. That is, if you consider selling your soul in order to bring your brother back to life equal to joining the military.
"That's very sweet Dean." He said, smiling.
"Yeah, whatever." He finished jotting down some notes and started talking again.
"Well I'm glad I got the chance to talk to you. We covered a lot. However, we've been keeping your brother waiting a while and I think it's time I had a chat with him. Could you please let him know to come in on your way out?"
"Sure thing." Finally! As I stood up to leave I heard him scribbling down even more notes. What the hell could he be writing now?
I walked out into the hallway, and gestured to Sam that it was his turn with Dr. Phil. As he passed by me, I stopped him for a moment and smiled.
"Just a heads up, I told the Doc that mom died of cancer and Dad died in a car accident. Oh yeah, I also told him that Ruby is a mafia spy and that you're an ex-cop. Have fun!" The look on his face was priceless as I walked away. Good luck, Sammy!
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