Skin to Skin

Chapter 25

Dean's Sergeant gave him a direct order, sent him to the infirmary where the medic there had a license for dealing with people who have PTSD. "Dean, can you tell me why you keep getting in fights?" Dean scoffed, "Seriously? You're gonna talk to me like I'm some highschool bully?" He propped his feet up on the medical tray that was standing adjacent to the examination table he sat on. "I don't have PTSD, I've never even been in combat." The medic tapped her fingers on the counter she was leaning against. "Not all PTSD comes from combat, some is from trauma." Dean clapped his hands and stood up. "Yea, we're done here." He could feel his anxiety scratching right below the surface, who was this woman to ask him about his trauma. Dean isn't even comfortable telling Castiel, why would he tell some stranger. "This is mandatory Dean, you can't leave till I feel you're not a threat to others or yourself." Dean laughed at that. A threat to others? A threat to himself? The only people that need to worry about him are the asshats that say shit they shouldn't. "Listen,"He squinted at the ID badge on her lapel, "Marie, I appreciate whatever the fuck you think might be doing to help me, but there's nothing wrong with me." "Okay, let's talk about something else then." Dean crossed his arms, leaned against the far wall. "Alright." Do you have someone waiting for you at home?." Dean bit his lip, the anxiety was getting worse, he was not going to open up about this, he chewed on his cheeks. "Yea." "Is she pretty? Is she nice?" Dean looked at the floor, ignoring the question. He knew it was childish but some things he couldn't say out loud without pain. "Or is it a he?" She crossed her arms. "You don't really seem the type." "Listen lady, it's don't ask, don't tell on this ship, do you understand that?" "Why Dean? Are you ashamed you like men? Maybe you feel guilty?" Guilty about loving his Cassy, God never. That tiny college student is his world. "What? No." Fuck. Dean bit his tongue. He just fucked up. "I have stuff to get done. We're not continuing this." And he left the infirmary, anxiety making him itch for a fight. Maybe Fergus will say something stupid to him.