Angel's daughter

Chapter 27

Sam and Dean are some of the biggest hypocrites ever. I never thought it would come to this but they're taking me to therapy. THEY are taking ME to see a licensed grief councillor that, as far as I know, has no clue on the supernatural. I was suspicious from the start. First off, they aren't local. It was a drive to get out there and secondly, they know why I'm like this. I can't tell a psychiatrist, of any kind, my experiences, they'd stick me straight in a loony bin. We wandered up to the place, they hadn't even made an appointment. They were straight into investigating. Lucky for them, the woman took us right away. She could probably tell by the sight of me how much sleep I was getting. Sam and Dean came up with me and sat there too. I didn't speak yet, wondering what kind of questions they wanted to ask first. When we were plunged into an uncomfortable silence, I took out my phone. Not long after typing, Sam's phone went off where he saw my text,

"You're hunting. I'm not dumb" I put my phone away and saw the woman looking at me,

"Something you'd like to share?" An idea popped into my head. I gave a smile,

"Yes" I looked to Sam and Dean and they both picked up on my look, straightening in their seats, "I feel like they're using me so they can see a therapist"

"And why do you think that?"

"Because we all have issues, just they like to keep theirs quiet" I felt victorious when Sam squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. Dean glared at me. They clearly didn't want the attention on them. I know at least one of them wanted to quietly excuse themselves from the room so they could poke around. The awkwardness grew and it prompted our therapist, Mia, to attempt to defuse the tension,

"Well, how about we start with a name?" She already had our names. She wasn't asking for ours, "How about you talk about who you lost" The smile faded on my face. I stared across at Sam and Dean, hoping they would say it. I may have been the loudest in my grief but I wasn't alone. I wanted to acknowledge it by hearing them,

"Castiel" Dean said finally, "Castiel and Emily" The therapist nodded, writing it down in her book,

"And who were they to you?"

"Friends" Sam said,

"My parents" I added. It got heavy in the room really quickly,

"Did they pass suddenly?" The images flashed across my mind as I slowly nodded my head. She nodded, "Most of the people I see are in the same boat. No warning, no goodbye, no closure" Sam looked at me before answering,

"Yeah, pretty much same for us" He looked to her, "So, how does this usually work? With your patients?"

"Usually, they just start talking about who they've lost" Sounds easy enough. I say sounds because, well, it's not. At least build up a rapport first,

"What's the deal with catharsis?" Dean asked. Yep. Hunting. Here comes the questioning,

"I'm sorry?" Mia asked,

"We were wondering what that is?" Sam said, "A patient of yours, Gloria Simon referred you to us. She's a family friend"

"I don't talk about my patients and Gloria wasn't supposed to talk about me"

"Right. Got it" Sam said, "But your process-"

"My program is a range of things. Talk therapy, meditation" She looked over at me, then back at the boys, "You have a journal?"

"Our dad did" Sam half smiled. Despite being the more talkative of the two, I swear Sam is socially awkward. I've seen far more nervous ticks from him than from even Katie or Hannah. The therapist looked to Dean,