Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 7, 2016 10:17:02 GMT -5
ooc; SEASON FIVE. EPISODE ELEVEN.
Sam and Dean sat across the desk from Dr. Fuller, the chief of staff at Glenwood Springs Psychiatric Hospital in Oklahoma. Their dad's friend Martin, once a pretty good hunter himself, had called them in on what he was pretty sure was a job inside the hospital. So it was just a matter of getting themselves admitted. Dr. Fuller looked up from the file in his hands. "You were referred to me by a Dr. Babar in Chicago?" Dean nodded. "That's right." Dr. Fuller raised an eyebrow. "Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named Babar?" Sam internally gave his brother an "I told you so" look as Dean had been convinced no adult was going to recognize the name. Dean shrugged, unbothered by this fact. "I don't know. I don't know any elephant books. Look, Doctor, I just think the doc was in over his head with this one." He pointed to Sam who kept his expression blank. "'Cause my brother is..." Dean twirled a finger near his ear in the common sign for "coo-coo" and whistled. Dr. Fuller raised a hand. "Okay, fine, thank you. That's-that's really not necessary." He turned his attention to Sam, opening a notebook. "Why don't you tell me how you're feeling Alex?" "I'm fine" Sam assured him quickly before letting his face fall slightly in a convincingly bothered expression. "I mean, okay, I'm a little depressed, I guess." "Ok." Dr. Fuller nodded understandingly and scribbled a few things in his notebook. "Any idea why?" Sam looked directly at the doctor with a serious expression. "Probably because I started the apocalypse."
Dr. Fuller's pen hesitated mid-note, looking up at Sam. "The apocalypse?" "Yeah." Sam nodded firmly. Dr. Fuller glanced to Dean who gave him a "see, what did I tell you" look. Dr. Fuller seemed to be reorganizing his thoughts before he spoke again. "And...you think you started it?" "Well, yeah, I mean...I killed this demon, Lilith, and I accidentally freed Lucifer from hell" Sam explained. "So now, he's topside, and we're trying to stop him." "Um." Dr. Fuller tilted his head to one side. "Who's "we"?" "Me and him" Sam supplied immediately, pointing sideways to Dean. "Oh and this one angel" he threw out as an afterthought. "I see." Dr. Fuller looked to Dean again, who shrugged and rolled his eyes. "So like an angel on your shoulder kind of thing" Dr. Fuller wanted to know. Sam waved this off. "No. An actual angel. His name is Castiel. He wears a trench coat." Dr. Fuller's pen was flying across his notepad like it was an Olympic sport. Sam had to say that even as wary as he was of this inside a psych hospital job, watching the multiple priceless expressions on Dr. Fuller's face as he talked about the apocalypse was pretty entertaining. And being considered nuts was pretty easy to achieve.
All he had to do was be himself.
Sam and Dean sat across the desk from Dr. Fuller, the chief of staff at Glenwood Springs Psychiatric Hospital in Oklahoma. Their dad's friend Martin, once a pretty good hunter himself, had called them in on what he was pretty sure was a job inside the hospital. So it was just a matter of getting themselves admitted. Dr. Fuller looked up from the file in his hands. "You were referred to me by a Dr. Babar in Chicago?" Dean nodded. "That's right." Dr. Fuller raised an eyebrow. "Isn't there a children's book about an elephant named Babar?" Sam internally gave his brother an "I told you so" look as Dean had been convinced no adult was going to recognize the name. Dean shrugged, unbothered by this fact. "I don't know. I don't know any elephant books. Look, Doctor, I just think the doc was in over his head with this one." He pointed to Sam who kept his expression blank. "'Cause my brother is..." Dean twirled a finger near his ear in the common sign for "coo-coo" and whistled. Dr. Fuller raised a hand. "Okay, fine, thank you. That's-that's really not necessary." He turned his attention to Sam, opening a notebook. "Why don't you tell me how you're feeling Alex?" "I'm fine" Sam assured him quickly before letting his face fall slightly in a convincingly bothered expression. "I mean, okay, I'm a little depressed, I guess." "Ok." Dr. Fuller nodded understandingly and scribbled a few things in his notebook. "Any idea why?" Sam looked directly at the doctor with a serious expression. "Probably because I started the apocalypse."
Dr. Fuller's pen hesitated mid-note, looking up at Sam. "The apocalypse?" "Yeah." Sam nodded firmly. Dr. Fuller glanced to Dean who gave him a "see, what did I tell you" look. Dr. Fuller seemed to be reorganizing his thoughts before he spoke again. "And...you think you started it?" "Well, yeah, I mean...I killed this demon, Lilith, and I accidentally freed Lucifer from hell" Sam explained. "So now, he's topside, and we're trying to stop him." "Um." Dr. Fuller tilted his head to one side. "Who's "we"?" "Me and him" Sam supplied immediately, pointing sideways to Dean. "Oh and this one angel" he threw out as an afterthought. "I see." Dr. Fuller looked to Dean again, who shrugged and rolled his eyes. "So like an angel on your shoulder kind of thing" Dr. Fuller wanted to know. Sam waved this off. "No. An actual angel. His name is Castiel. He wears a trench coat." Dr. Fuller's pen was flying across his notepad like it was an Olympic sport. Sam had to say that even as wary as he was of this inside a psych hospital job, watching the multiple priceless expressions on Dr. Fuller's face as he talked about the apocalypse was pretty entertaining. And being considered nuts was pretty easy to achieve.
All he had to do was be himself.
