POV: Sam Winchester (aka Sam Tyler)

We arrived back at Dr. Andrew's office and rushed inside, hoping to stop him before he had the chance to spread the story of our chaotic sessions. It had been a few hours since we had left, and we could only hope he was still there.

"Bobby, what are we even going to do if this is a problem?" I asked.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there." He replied gruffly. I sighed. Great plan.

I burst through the door and walked up to the timid secretary—Peggy, I think. She certainly wasn't happy to see us again. I started talking to her as Dean, Bobby, and Cas made their way over here.

"Hi Peggy. I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Sam Tyler. I was here earlier today with my brother and our friend, and I was wondering if—"

"Oh yes, I remember you very clearly. You're the one with the friend I almost called the cops on." Yup, that's us. She reached for something on her desk. "Dr. Andrews gave this to me. He said to give it to you the next time you showed up." She handed me an envelope.

"Okay, that's great, but we really need to speak with him. Is he here right now?"

She shook her head. "About an hour after you left, Dr. Andrews handed that envelope to me and told me to cancel the rest of his appointments for today. He said something about needing a vacation." I heard Bobby scowl.

"Well thank you ma'am," I said, defeated, "Have a nice afternoon." I turned around to leave, and was met with Castiel's inquisitive stare. He opened his mouth to say something, but Dean hit him in the back of the head.

"Just walk, sweetheart." He muttered sarcastically.

When we got back to car, Bobby took the wheel again. "What does it say?" he asked. I ripped open the envelope and glimpsed through it. Oh God. I laughed. Dean looked at me curiously.

"What does the Doc have to say?" he asked.

"Here, I'll read it out loud;

'Dear Sam and Dean Tyler,

I regret to inform you that I can no longer be your psychiatrist. Honestly, I don't think I can help the two of you. From what I can tell, your problems are rooted much deeper than a couple of recent arguments. From the moment you walked through my doors, someone was always lying, and for the silliest reasons. I couldn't even tell who was the liar half of the time! I doubt that I'll ever understand you and your family, but there are a few things that I know for certain.

Dean, you shouldn't feel afraid of talking to your family. Your brother is clearly very supportive of you, no matter what future you choose. He obviously looks up to you, and I would recommend that you treat him better, while he still appreciates you.

On the other hand, Sam, you have to realize that Dean is only trying to look out for you. Whether or not Ruby is in the mafia, I don't really know. However, you should understand that your brother had your best interests at heart. The only real advice I can offer is to talk to each other and really listen, because as much as you hate to admit it, you both care.

Again, I apologize for leaving you two like this, but your constant lies and the general insanity surrounding your case has actually forced me to take an early vacation. I could tell from the beginning that your case would be interesting, but this was just ridiculous. When Castiel showed up, it was just too much. Goodbye Sam and Dean, and good luck sorting out your lives.

-Thomas Andrews, MD '"

We sat there, completely taken aback. Even Cas seemed surprised by the doctor's letter. After a couple moments of silence, Dean turned to Bobby. "Does this mean I get my Impala back?"

"You idjit."

Author's Note: I am so sorry about the delay! Has it seriously been three weeks since the last chapter? Very, very sorry! But anyway, that's it. I hope you enjoyed the story, because I certainly did. If you liked it, I would also recommend my other Supernatural comedy: The Internet Is A Scary Thing. It's just a one-pager, but it's pretty good!