Nightshift 44: Doctor's Office 3 [Dr. Makiko Kisugi]
[from here]
Placing his flashlight on the ground, Sam slid the needle into the lock, feeling it click open a few moments later. He straightened up and stepped inside.
The office was nondescript; neat and organized and straight. Almost eerily so. But aside from that, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Which...he supposed he hadn't exactly expected. It raised the question of just who these doctors were. Did they know what was going on? Creations of this place? Illusions didn't stop at making objects out of thin air.
Well, maybe he'd find out soon. It wasn't that to he'd ever look forward to talking around his way through a therapy session, but a part of him couldn't help feeling curious enough about it to want to check this out.
But he was here for the files. Dean's file, specifically. With any luck, that they were in Dean's doctor's office, that meant that Sam's file wouldn't be lying around here readily accessible as well. Maybe. Provided they didn't have the same therapist somehow. Right now, he just didn't want to go there, even if he knew he'd be able to explain it away if it came down to it.
Sam started for the desk, assuming that Dean would go look on the other side of the room.
Placing his flashlight on the ground, Sam slid the needle into the lock, feeling it click open a few moments later. He straightened up and stepped inside.
The office was nondescript; neat and organized and straight. Almost eerily so. But aside from that, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Which...he supposed he hadn't exactly expected. It raised the question of just who these doctors were. Did they know what was going on? Creations of this place? Illusions didn't stop at making objects out of thin air.
Well, maybe he'd find out soon. It wasn't that to he'd ever look forward to talking around his way through a therapy session, but a part of him couldn't help feeling curious enough about it to want to check this out.
But he was here for the files. Dean's file, specifically. With any luck, that they were in Dean's doctor's office, that meant that Sam's file wouldn't be lying around here readily accessible as well. Maybe. Provided they didn't have the same therapist somehow. Right now, he just didn't want to go there, even if he knew he'd be able to explain it away if it came down to it.
Sam started for the desk, assuming that Dean would go look on the other side of the room.