So much for her being a demon; she hadn't even flinched at seeing the name of God, much less saying it out loud. 'Course that didn't really help 'cause there was a hundred other things she could be, but at least he could strike "Demon And/Or Possessed" off the list.
"My brother named him," said Dean with a shrug. "I do remember he was a geek. Law school and all that."
If this was based on that djinn's acid trip, then at least that detail should be right: Sammy then had gone to Stanford, only he hadn't dropped out of college to drive cross-country with his older brother and had been in law shool. Dean's eyes followed Kisugi's hands as she slid the notepad into her desk drawer, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he noticed she was keeping it out of his reach...even if she didn't make it look that way, there it was. He hadn't missed the tiny twitch of annoyance either. Looked like the good doctor didn't like things out of place, which made Dean want to do it even more. Somehow he just felt better knowing she was a threat he could deal with; there was a lot to be said when you could just take care of a problem by stabbing it with iron or silver and that would be that.
Granted, he still had no idea what Doctor Makiko Kisugi really was. But if she was living and breathing, he could probably kill her. Problem was narrowing it down. Dean mentally breathed a sigh of relief.
"So no guys in your life?" Dean switched the subject again. He doubted Ice Queen would bite but it was disrupting the therapy to keep trying to talk about her...that and it might clue him in on what she really was. "I mean, come on, you gotta be kiddin' me if all that," and he didn't hide the fact he checked her out, from her long legs to her rack and her pretty, but politely impassive face, "is single. Totally sellin' yourself short, Makiko."
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"My brother named him," said Dean with a shrug. "I do remember he was a geek. Law school and all that."
If this was based on that djinn's acid trip, then at least that detail should be right: Sammy then had gone to Stanford, only he hadn't dropped out of college to drive cross-country with his older brother and had been in law shool. Dean's eyes followed Kisugi's hands as she slid the notepad into her desk drawer, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he noticed she was keeping it out of his reach...even if she didn't make it look that way, there it was. He hadn't missed the tiny twitch of annoyance either. Looked like the good doctor didn't like things out of place, which made Dean want to do it even more. Somehow he just felt better knowing she was a threat he could deal with; there was a lot to be said when you could just take care of a problem by stabbing it with iron or silver and that would be that.
Granted, he still had no idea what Doctor Makiko Kisugi really was. But if she was living and breathing, he could probably kill her. Problem was narrowing it down. Dean mentally breathed a sigh of relief.
"So no guys in your life?" Dean switched the subject again. He doubted Ice Queen would bite but it was disrupting the therapy to keep trying to talk about her...that and it might clue him in on what she really was. "I mean, come on, you gotta be kiddin' me if all that," and he didn't hide the fact he checked her out, from her long legs to her rack and her pretty, but politely impassive face, "is single. Totally sellin' yourself short, Makiko."