Day 38 - Doctor's Office 3 [Dr. Kisugi] [Second Shift]
It was her first day of work in a new facility, but Dr. Makiko Kisugi wasn't feeling nervous at all. To the contrary, all she felt was a sense of anticipation, an eagerness to see what opportunities might arise in a place such as this.
She was far from home, though, and so painfully new that she'd not dare take too many liberties as yet. As ( Read more... )
She was far from home, though, and so painfully new that she'd not dare take too many liberties as yet. As ( Read more... )
"Ah, Mr. Derringer, I somehow doubt you're completely fine with who you are, considering that you're sadly suffering from delusions and confined to a mental institution." She looked back down again long enough to finish the line she'd been writing, then set her pen down and folded her hands on the desk. "Since you're here to get better, so you can presumably return home and continue your real life, I'm not sure how finding out about me would help you in any way."
As for his list - well. In some ways he was correct, and in others, very far off the mark indeed. Her work, her life? Not at all, not when she had so many more important things to be doing. It was merely a safe facade for the time being, until her power was sufficient that she could move on. And so she didn't bother to acknowledge a bit of it, except for perhaps the slightest twitch of amusement in the corner of her mouth.
As though he hadn't even spoken, she continued speaking, calm and even as though they were really having a normal doctor/patient conversation. "If you're really so happy with who you are, you're welcome to leave at any time. I can tell the nurse that we're finished with therapy early for the day. You can return to your nice daytime activities and never see the outside of these walls again." She paused for a moment, then continued, "And in the meantime, your brother, the one who you abandoned in the middle of nowhere, without so much as a telephone or a dollar in his pocket - he'll still be out there. Your mother will still be out there. And...some of us do leave the Institute at night."
This time there was no mistaking the faint trace of malice to the woman's expression; not so much in the smile, but in the near-feral gleam in her eye as she spoke the last words.
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Of course, he could just be jumpin' the gun because he was stressed and needed something to hunt.
That and Kisugi was a Grade A bitch.
As it was, he didn't really have anything to go by other than that Kisugi was almost inhumanely neat, and she'd looked at him funny. Even for him, that wasn't really much and he was saying this coming from years worth of taking on hunts from rumor and hearsay. Dean adjusted his position, legs still on the desk as he decided what to do. On one hand, it looked like Ice Queen was dead set on playing this straight and pinning the attention on him, dangling the threat of being trapped in Landels while Sam was out there. And Mom, supposedly, but Dean wasn't buying that. He'd fallen hard for it the first time with the djinn.
Dean's eyes narrowed slightly at the tone of Doctor Kisugi's voice. His gut feeling was she was threatening him and not just with getting stuck in Landels forever (which was only a year to him 'cause he was damn sure no hellhound was gonna wait when it was time to collect). Was she trying to say she could get at Sammy? Or was she just being matter-of-fact, taunting him with her freedom? Dean didn't know, but he was instantly bristling at the idea of this bitch thinking she could threaten his family. For a second, going for an eye with the pencil looked real tempting, his anger suddenly spiking. He forced it down. If she wasn't human, that wasn't gonna do anything but probably piss her off; he needed to play this smart instead of going for instant gratification.
He'd find out what she was. Dean knew he had a little more than nothing to work with, but he promised himself he'd find out just who Makiko Kisugi was and if she turned out to be a what and not a who, then it was game time.
"I want to get outta here," Dean said and it was the first one hundred percent honest thing he'd said today. He was no longer smiling, "No matter what it takes, I want to see my brother."
You lay your hands on him, he thought venomously at Kisugi, and I'll kill you, I don't care how long it takes to figure out how!
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Makiko folded her hands together atop the file on her desk, returning to her default calm expression as she regarded him, just as though he weren't staring at her with that look on his face. It wasn't as though he had any chance of hurting her; even if he used the pencil he'd undoubtedly palmed it would barely scratch her and she'd heal quickly enough afterwards.
It was almost tempting to get him to try - it always surprised men so to find such a small and frail-looking woman could match them in strength, could surpass them, even. That was when they usually folded, though, spoiling the taste and leaving her unsatisfied.
"I'm glad to hear that you've come to that decision, Mr. Derringer," she observed, nodding just slightly. "That's the first step to recovery, after all." Her gaze flickered down to the papers briefly, and she added, "Perhaps a visit could be arranged for this coming Sunday. Provided that, well, he wants to come see you, after everything, of course. But having him here might do you some good. It could remind you of why getting well is so important."
Makiko looked thoughtful for a moment at that. "Perhaps I could have a word with him, as well, while he was here. Speaking to your family members could, after all, help me to understand how best to help you."
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But arranging a visit? It sounded like Sammy was still out there then...or only just barely, because they knew where he was and that didn't make him feel any better. The kid was damn good, even for being a college geek, but the stuff they'd been facing lately, there was only so long you could keep dodging without getting caught. It didn't escape Dean's notice that Doctor Kisugi was speaking more like it was in her power to bring Sammy in and not just a mere possibility. 'Course she could be bluffing. She had an impressive poker face, he wasn't gonna lie. But he needed to know where Sammy was before he started stabbing things or torching this bitch (or whatever it took to kill her). The hunter instead nodded, maybe a little grudgingly.
"I'll look forward to Sunday," said Dean. He didn't look up as the intercom sounded and that man - most likely Martin Landel - began talking about what was on the menu and new patients.
Dean ceded Kisugi's point by removing his feet from the desk and standing up. Hello Nurse was due to pick him up like he needed to be herded somewhere and couldn't possibly make it there on his own, which meant this fun little visit was over. Dean smiled again, one hand on her desk as he leaned forward over the edge, maybe a bit too close to be just purely between patient and doctor. He couldn't believe he was still trying to hit on a hunt (the thought made him shudder, he might have low standards but they were still standards), but the last thing he wanted was for Makiko Kisugi to see him as a threat...at least until her time came due, when it was too late to get outta Dodge.
Nothing more harmless than a guy who let his balls do the talking.
"Unrelated word of advice: don't sell yourself short," his eyes flicked down meaningfully to her chest and her face, "you ever need to chill out and feel like a human being, you know where to find me. I'm amazing where it counts. Any time, anywhere: I'm game so long as you are."
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Like a human being?
Makiko had long ago given up on humanity, had changed herself into something so much more, so far superior, that this "Eric" person couldn't even begin to conceive of it. It was laughable, really, and yet at the same time irritating enough that he'd even suggest such a thing that it took away some of her amusement at his reaction to her needling.
She didn't appreciate that. Not in the slightest.
As he leaned in closer she didn't move a hair, didn't so much at twitch at his proximity; it was as though they were still seated on opposite sides of the desk. And then, slowly, the corners of her mouth turned up and her eyes turned ice cold in a distinctly malicious smile. "Even if you were my type," she replied softly, and with an edge of distaste, "I somehow doubt you'd enjoy it very much."
Just on cue came the nurse's rap on the door, and Dr. Kisugi was calm and professional once more, leaning back against her chair as the door opened. "Until next time, Mr. Derringer. Do think on what we spoke of."
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