Supernatural short stories

GWH group therapy

Dean pulled up to the church and put the Impala in park. Well, technically it was a church, but there were so many community events there and there weren't many Jesus statues, so Dean decided to think of it as more of a community center. It's been a long time since he's been to this rehab group. He was kinda nervous. He shook his head. He shouldn't be nervous, he's got nothing to prove. Dean saw a few familiar faces enter the building but he couldn't make himself go in yet. Finally, the meeting was going to start without him, so he got out of the car.

When he entered the meeting room, everyone was chitchatting in groups of two or three. Taking advantage of the free water and snacks. No one really noticed his presence until one familiar face spots him.

"Dean!" Garth called from across the room causing everyone to look towards the door. Dean's embarrassed but he can't help but smile. Garth was just such a small, warm and cuddly person.

"Good to see you, Garth," Dean reluctantly opened his arms and Garth hugged him tightly.

"So nice for you to join us, you're right on time," Garth turned to face the majority of the group, "alright everyone let's sit down now."

People file into the circle of chairs set up in the middle. That's when Dean spots him. Cas has his bright blue eyes staring at Dean. After a moment Dean looked away and found an open seat next to an unfortunately familiar man named Crowley.

Once everyone had settled in, Garth spoke again, "hello everyone. I know some of our veterans will remember him from last year, but since we have some new faces I think it's proper to have him introduce himself again."

Garth motion towards Dean who cleared his throat. "Hello everyone, I'm Dean and I was addicted to all kinds of drugs but I'm pretty much sober now so."

The group all welcomed Dean as custom. Dean was slouched in his seat, fiddling with his hands. A couple of people shared as Garth led the conversation with questions. Dean tuned it out until he heard the deep gravely voice of Castiel.

He was answering a question Garth had asked him, "no I didn't drink any. In fact, I'm four months sober today."

The group clapped and offered congratulations. Cas thanked them all then look right at Dean, who was staring at him. Dean gave a little smile and Cas couldn't help but smile back.

Dean tried to pay attention, but everyone's story blended together. He didn't really see the point in listening to other people's struggles. How was that supposed to help? A few other people share before Dean starts listening again.

"I've actually been good, well bad, but good in the sober way," the man next to Dean said.

"That's great to hear, Crowley," Garth smiled then looked at Dean, "Dean, would you like to share why you decided to come back?"

Dean sighed, "I'm back because my brother wants me to be."

"Well did something happen to make Sam want you to come?"

"Yeah but it's not actually a big deal. I smoked a couple of cigarettes, but it was just one day and it was only cigs so I'm back on the sobriety bandwagon."

"Well that's good to hear," Garth smiled at Dean, "did something happen to make you wanna smoke again?"

"Yup."

"What happened?"

"The thing is I don't really want to talk about it." Especially in front of all these people, god group therapy was dumb.

"Come on Dean, this is a safe place," Crowley said sarcastically.

"Crowley," Garth warned.

Dean glared at him, "really Crowley? If it's so safe then why are you lying?"