Hope is the Thing With Feathers

TS: FAST

Azymis calls Dean again. The hunter picks up the phone on the second ring.

"Hello Azymis. What's up?"

"Hey Deanie, how are you?" Azymis chirps. On the other line, Dean sighs. "Not my name sunflower." he says.

"I know. What are you doing?"

"Just letting Baby stretch her wheels. Why?"

"It's about high time we had another session, don't you think?"

Dean would really rather not sit and talk about his feelings with the archangel. He hated talking about his feelings with other people. But he knew the archangel could easily kidnap him and force him to talk his feelings (not that Azymis would). He'd rather it be on his terms.

"If I come to this session and talk about whatever you want, will you tell me what your nightmare was about?"

Azymis is shocked Dean remembers he had nightmare the morning after Thanksgiving. The archangel really doesn't want talk about it, but he knows Dean wants to talk about his feelings even less. Azymis would much prefer Dean getting his feelings off of chest over being comfortable.

"Alright. See you in a second," Azymis sighs before hanging up. The archangel flies to Dean's location and lands in Baby's backseat. "Hey Dean."

The hunter sighs, pulling over on the side of the road. "Hello Azymis."

"Before we go, do you want to take Baby back to the hotel?"

"Nah. Can you use your angel mojo to make sure no one touches her?"

"Of course," Azymis says, getting out of the car. He places a hand on the roof and whispers an forgotten spell from long ago. When he opens his eyes, (he didn't realize he closed them) he's satisfied to see it worked. The archangel grins at the hunter. "Look for yourself."

Dean steps out of the car and gives the archangel a confused look at him after looking at the Impala. "I can still see her." he says.

"But I can't. And neither can any other being on this planet. You're the only one who can see her." Azymis explains.

Dean grins widely, looking back at Baby. "Awesome."

Azymis places a hand on the hunter's shoulder and flies back to Southland, Texas.

They land outside the office and the archangel unlocks it.

"Sit down please."

The ravenette snaps his fingers, pulling the folder labeled 'Dean' from a pocket dimension. It's an inch wide right now,  filled with all of the blond's medical information.

The folder was given to him by Remph, who'd already knew that the archangel would be Dean's psychologist.

"What's that?" the hunter asks, curious. Azymis whips out a pen and begins writing down the goal for the session. "Your file." he replies absentmindedly.

"All that from one session?"

"No. Remph, he's the Angel of Time, created this folder. All of your medical information is in here, including injuries you didn't go to the doctor for. He gave it to me before our first session."

Dean eyes the folder warily. He doesn't like the sound of some celestial being watching him without his knowledge. To him, it's just frankly creepy.

And if some angel had been watching him his whole life, then why didn't they help his family?

"And before you ask, I couldn't interfere any earlier. Remph wouldn't let me. He said if I'd saved your mother like I wanted to; Our Father would've been very displeased and came back. I would have been done away with and Mary would have been killed in some other terrible supernatural accident."