POV: Sam Winchester (aka Sam Tyler)

What the hell Dean! I stood there in shock for what seemed like an hour, but soon realized that I would have to face the psychiatrist. What was I going to say? He's going to think I'm nuts. Should've known Dean would screw everything up! Now I had to go in there and defend my "mafia-spy girlfriend" without looking like a total nutcase. I guess I should just be thankful he warned me.

I opened the door reluctantly. "Come in Sam, take a seat." Dr. Andrews gestured toward the couch. I say down quietly, still thinking about how I would respond to the inevitable questioning. "Well I had a very nice chat with your brother, and I hope to do the same with you today." He smiled. What is he planning? "So let's just get started then, shall we? Now, yesterday you said something that surprised me a little, and I was hoping you would explain. You said that you noticed your brother having bad dreams. How is that? I would have assumed that you two were living on your own by this age." I couldn't read the doctor's facial expression. It was somewhat expectant and somewhat…suspicious? I couldn't tell.

"We've been traveling together for a while now. Dean told you that I used to be a cop, right? Well ever since Dean got back from war we decided to spend some time together. It was scary when he was gone. I felt like the world was going to end." Literally. "Anyway, we've been taking one big road trip ever since he got back, getting jobs along the way." That was pretty accurate, I guess.

"Well that sounds very interesting. What kind of things did you go see?"

"Oh, the usual stuff. Landmarks, world's largest rubber band ball," ghosts, demons, vampires… "We just wanted to spend some time together. It's just that lately we've been having some…disagreements."

"About Ruby, I assume?"

"Er, yeah. Mostly."

"Tell me Sam, in all this time with your brother, when did you start spending time with Ruby?" Shit. These stories were already falling through the cracks.

"Well actually, I met her before Dean got back from hel—the war. She really helped me get through those rough four months."

"That's good to hear, but I'm still curious about something. Your brother told me why he disapproved of Ruby so much. I can assume that you know that reason, but I have to wonder why it doesn't scare you at all? Are you not concerned that Ruby may not have the best intentions?" My anger was starting to show on my face. You're going to pay for this Dean.

"Did Dean tell you that Ruby was in the mafia? Please give me a chance to explain myself. It isn't true." I had just thought of a great way to get back at Dean. Just try and talk your way out of this one. "Only a few weeks after Dean had come home, this guy shows up at our door while I was out and convinced my brother that Ruby was in the mafia. He gave Dean a whole long story and all this so-called "evidence" that Ruby was out to get me. I don't know where this guy came from or what his deal was, but he has been stalking us ever since. It's really creepy. The worst part is, Dean is totally cool with it. On several occasions I have woken up in the middle of the night to find them talking quietly outside our motel room." I carefully forced back my smile and spoke in the most serious tone I could manage. "To be perfectly honest, I think they've got something going on."

"Excuse me?"

"Dr. Andrews, I think Dean is gay for this man."

I had to try my absolute hardest to keep from laughing at the look on his face. Dean was going to kill me for this. Second time's the charm.

"And what did you say this man's name was?" the doctor questioned, looking uneasy.

"Castiel"

The doctor slowly regained his senses and finally changed the subject. "You know what, I think we've done enough for today. Why don't you call your brother in and we'll wrap up today's session?"

"Sure thing." I walked out the door and gestured for Dean and Bobby to come back in. They made their way over, and I flashed Dean a big grin. His cocky face turned suspicious in an instant. Too late, big brother. We sat down on the couch and awaited the doctor's dismissal.

"Well," he started, "I certainly learned a lot about the two of you today." Yeah, me too. "Tomorrow, we'll do another group session and see what happens from there. But I must say, I'm very proud of how well you two have been opening up. You're really making some good progress." I turned to smile at Dean, but my look was intercepted by Bobby, who was clearly suspicious. "So same time tomorrow, Bobby?" Bobby spun his head toward the doctor.

"Uh, sure. We'll see you then."

As we walked out of the building, Bobby turned to me and Dean and gave us a questioning stare. "What did you two idjits do?"

Author's Note: I hope you're as psyched for the next chapter as I am! In case you were wondering: no, this will DEFINITELY NOT turn into a slashfic. I refuse to promote the degradation of our beloved characters!