What Dean really wanted was to know everything about her. It sucked, but that was gonna take time, especially without his usual means of research available, and probably doing a lot of stuff he wasn't gonna be totally cool with. Doctor Kisugi didn't sound exceptionally smug at him seeming to fold, which he wasn't sure if that was annoying or not, and instead was looking at him like he was no more interesting than a piece of flattened road-kill on the way to work.
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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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."