A/N: here's the request, therapist au thing

also, james was believed to be crazy because he claims he saw demons and ghosts and stuff *cough supernatural cough* also a few elements from supernatural owo

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"So, Mr. Madison, do you know why you're here?"

I sighed and slumped in my chair across from my new therapist, Thomas Jefferson. "Yes! Someone sent me here because they think I'm crazy, but I'm not, it's all true." Thomas gazed at me but didn't move his head. He clicked his pen against the clipboard. "You want to tell me what happened?"

I rolled my eyes. I stared at my therapist for a second, and then realized that he's kinda cute... He has poofy and curly brown hair, a bit of stubble, brown eyes with square-framed like glasses. He had carmel-colored skin, and his lips looked nice, big and soft. Regaining my composure, I explained to him what happened.

 "I'm a hunter, I hunt monsters. Vampires, werewolfs, ghosts, demons and the like. I did it with my brother, Hercules. We were trying to stop the apocolypse with a few angels with us, but Hercules ended up breaking the last seal and releasing Lucifer. And he ran off with a demon named Lafayette."

Thomas stared at me, his mouth slightly agape. "O-okay, anything else...?" I chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I've been to hell." Thomas shifted his magenta coat on his body and sighed. I just stared at him with a smug face, kmowing he wouldn't believe me. "I believe you."

I almost fell out of my chair.

"What?!"

"A demon possessed my boyfriend a few years ago and I had to kill him..." Thomas looked away. I made an 'o' with my mouth. "I'm sorry you had to be apart of this," I whispered. He just shook his head and plastered a smile.  I looked off to the side, not really knowing what to say. 

I started to fantasize about my hot therapist. Not all of my thoughts were sexual, a lot of them were cute ones, but they were definitely not likely. I can't have a normal life. I never will have a normal life. Demons and other monsters will always be after me, and I don't want to drag him into this with me.

Thomas noticed me zoning out. "Hey, you okay, Mr. Madison?" He asked. I looked back at him and smiled a bit. "I'm fine. And just call me James." Thomas nodded and quickly scribbled something on his clipboard. "Pur session is coming to an end." He commented. I did a half nod.

"You're cute, y'know." I said absently. I was staring at Thomas and I noticed his face go red. "Well, uh, time's up. See you next week?" Thomas awkwardly stood up with me. I pulled out a random pen from my pocket and grabbed a sticky note from his desk, scribbling my number on it.  I dropped in on his desk and winked a bit as I walked out. 

Sure, I don't want to drag him into the apocolypse with me, but maybe we could have some type of fling or something. Maybe I can tell the angels to keep him safe. As I walked away, I imagined what life would be like if I really was normal. I imagined myself with Thomas, and with adopted children...

But that could never happen. I could never, ever be normal. I shook my thoughts away as I climbed into my car, blinking back the build up of tears.

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A/N: so here it is

i know it wasnt exactly what you imagined, but james isnt really phased by all this stuff considering he'd dealt with it his entire life basically. buuutttt, he would show his feelings and stuff later on owo

~T