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Nightshift 38: M1- M10 Hallway

Dean had taken a nap after dinner, figuring that he might as well grab whatever rest he could before he took off trying to find supplies for a full-blown exorcism. His sleep was fitful, the hunter tossing and turning in the bed, eventually settling for sprawling face down in it with his arms flung around his pillow. When he woke up, Angel was gone. Dean rolled over to sit up, jaw set as he rubbed the sleep from one bleary eye, still breathing heavily. Cold Oak. Fucking Cold Oak. That was over and done with, yet he was still having nightmares about the goddamned place, as if enough wasn't enough that all of that was far behind him now. Reaching up, Dean took in a slightly shaking breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he told himself he wasn't gonna keep waking up in cold sweats feeling Sam's blood all over him, and, if he was, he would deal with it 'cause it was just a bunch of dreams. Wasn't real anymore. He'd saved Sammy.

When he stood up, he was ready to get on with the night. He'd find his little brother, no matter what, even if he had to get his information from that demon Punk-Ass and not by asking nicely.

Dean was even looking forward to it now.

Heading over to the closet, Dean opened it. His clothes hung there in the closet, all perfectly folded, just like it'd been this morning when he'd left it. Feeling under his jeans, his fingers closed around the bowie knife's hilt. Setting the knife aside, Dean began changing, shrugging out of his simple patient clothes and kicking them aside so he could put on his real clothes. The last things to go on were his boots and jacket, the weight of his pendent settling comfortably against his chest. Dean turned his attention to getting ready for the night. Flashlight? Check. Bowie? Check. And something to carry more than a handful of salt...Dean improvised, removing the pillow case from his pillow and balling it up so he could stuff it in his pocket.

Ready as he was ever gonna be. Aside from being bandaged up still, he was good.

Dean consulted the map he'd copied his first day here from the bulletin board. If he was gonna try to get hold of a rosary, it'd most likely be in Patient Possessions - someone here would've had to be a Bible-thumper who believed in God and all that stuff at some point, right? Salt, he figured the kitchen. As for something to deal with Punk-Ass, he figured he'd need some rope (or duct tape, if they didn't have any rope just lyin' around) and something to draw out the Key of Solomon. Not to mention water; kinda hard to make holy water when you had the holy but not the water. First thing was first though; he still had that meeting with that "R" chick - he thought it was a chick - in F-A hall for that spare flashlight.

The hunter turned on his flashlight and opened M2's door, stepping outside.

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Laughing happily at the girl's response, Kon let go of Kurt's shoulder to pet his tail with both hands, completely ignoring his reaction to having his tail grabbed. Whatever the reason for him getting upset it was obviously something that needed to be dealt with by Kon touching him and his tail as much as possible.

"Kurt's right here," he said to the young girl. "He just tells people he's scary looking 'cause he doesn't want them to know he's actually almost as handsome as me. Right Kurt?" The good news was the girl didn't seem at all bothered by Kurt so her friends should be fine too. Which meant Kon could think about his job without worrying if his friend was going to be OK. Plus, seeing someone as young as this girl here just drove home how badly he needed to put a stop to this place. Little kids like that (even though she was technically older than him) shouldn't be locked up in crazy prisons like this.

Kurt winced, still nervous that Kon was going to pull his tail, just to see what happened. It did feel nice... for now. Until he viciously yanked it and Kurt spontaneously teleported into a wall or something. He flicked his tail nervously, not wanting to move if Kon was going to pull him back down.

"That's not true..." Kurt said, looking a little embarrassed at how Kon was explaining the situation. He looked back at Ururu and then at the floor. "It's me, Ururu. This is how I look, normally. Without hiding it."

"Oh." Ururu didn't know the person who was holding Kurt's tail, but she thought he was a little strange. She already knew why Kurt was scared to have people see what he looked like, since he had told her. And the reason the other boy gave seemed silly.

"Hi Kurt-san." Ururu went over to him, short enough to be able to look into his face without much problem even though he was looking down. "I was looking for someone scary, so I didn't realize it was you. I'm sorry."

She didn't want him to be mad at her for not recognizing him, after all.

Finally conceding to release Kurt's tail, Kon punched his shoulder and said, "See? She's not scared either, you're gonna be fine man." Looking at the girl he added, "Don't let him take a sheet or anything tonight, OK?"

Bounding to his feet he went over to his side of the room to get out his flashlight and get ready to leave himself. "So where are you guys heading anyway?" He didn't know what a kid as young as this girl was would do here at night. It seemed like it would be safer for her to stay in her room but obviously she wasn't doing that. To be honest he wasn't sure what most people did here at night. There was rescuing people being experimented on and apparently getting supplies for weapons and stuff, but apart from that? Not that it would even matter after tonight.

Kurt stared at Ururu, not exactly comprehending that she hadn't known it was him. Was she really not scared? Well, she hadn't looked afraid when she'd entered the room and seen him at first.

When Kon punched his shoulder he nearly fell over. It took him another moment to realize that Kon was on the other side of the room and therefore wasn't holding his tail.

"It's alright," he said to Ururu, his voice a little hoarse. He slowly leaned down and pulled Ururu into a hug, shaking a little. There weren't any words to describe how relieved he was that she wasn't afraid of him. "Now you know, so it's alright."

"But sheets are good for making bandages," Ururu watched as the other boy went to the door, but she didn't try to argue too much. There would be sheets in Orihime's and Shiki's room for that if they needed them. And why else would Kurt bring a sheet?

She'd been about to answer the other question when Kurt hugged her. Ururu thought that was more important, and she returned the hug without hesitating. "I'm glad it's okay. Do you feel better, Kurt-san?"

Ururu felt better when she didn't have to worry, so she thought Kurt probably would too.

The little girl turned her head just a bit, glancing at the other boy. "I'm going to take Kurt-san to meet my friends. Then we're probably going to look for people who are missing." Ururu got sad at that, and she tilted her head down some. "Sometimes people vanish her. Lots of people from my world have. My friends and I want to find them."

Kon felt kind of awkward seeing Kurt hugging the girl and looking so emotional so he pretended to be digging around and testing out his flashlight until she spoke to him again. Turning back to them he said, "Yeah? I bet your friends'll love a chance to meet him. Just make sure he doesn't hide from everyone."

He grinned at Kurt again. "See, I told you it'd be fine." It never hurt to remind people when he was right. Not that he ever wasn't right, just sometimes he was a little less right. As opposed to now when he was totally right. "You guys need me for anything?" He was eager to get moving, certain that tonight he'd actually achieve something.

Kurt nodded to Ururu's question. "Yeah, I feel better. And you can just call me Kurt, you know," he said with a small laugh. He really was relieved, but he figured that holding onto her for too long would be a bit weird, so he backed off.

Kon looked just about ready to go, even though he was giving Ururu instructions on his care and keeping, it seemed. Jeez... it was like he was his mother! Only... less evil, more lecherous. "Yeah, you were right. But I still have to meet other people in the dark." He smiled at Ururu, "But if I'm with you, they'll understand, I think."

Kurt stood up, stumbling just a little. It was still difficult to get used to switching from knees to his normal legs, but he figured that would come eventually. "What, the great Superboy is going to come on a mission to find lost people? Instead of just going after the head doctor himself?"

"I won't." The point was for Kurt to meet her friends, so it wouldn't be good if Ururu didn't make sure Kurt went. And he didn't seem nearly as worried as he had before, so she wasn't too concerned.

The idea of not addressing Kurt with an honorific was strange, however. Ururu was a very polite girl, and even the people she loved the most were still called "-san" or "-kun.". Kisuke-san was Kisuke-san, Jinta-kun was Jinta-kun, and that was normal for Ururu.

"It's okay, Kurt-san." Ururu shook her head slightly. "Saying Kurt-san isn't any trouble."

But what Kurt said to the other person got Ururu's attention, and she turned to him in obvious surprise. "You know where the head doctor is?!" Ururu couldn't think of anyone who had known that for sure. "You should come with us, Superboy-san! We can work together and find him, you and Kurt-san and my friends! And we can beat him!"

The little girl was suddenly full of hope and excitement like she hadn't been in days. Maybe they really could win tonight. Then everyone could go home!

And now things got awkward. Kon winced, trying to figure out how to explain to the girl that he didn't exactly know where the head doctor was when she looked so excited about the idea. "I, ah- No I don't know where he is. I'm just going to look for him so I can stop him and I wouldn't feel right bringing you and your friends along. I'm invulnerable see? No one can really hurt me-" Not entirely true, kryptonite or a flame-thrower or something like that could hurt him plenty. "So it's better if I go alone. But I promise I'll take care of everything and free everyone soon, I am Superboy!" He grinned at the girl reassuringly, trying to copy the 'it's alright folks! I've got everything under control' vibe Superman always gave off.

Looking at Kurt he added, "That is, the great and sexy Superboy is going to find the head doctor and make him tell him where the missing people are unless the equally great and almost as sexy Nightcrawler wishes for his amazing presence tonight."

Kurt had to make a strangled sort of noise at that little comment, and he tried to cover Ururu's ears with his hands. Such language in front of someone so innocent as Ururu! She'd actually believed that Kon was just going to waltz up, smack the head doctor one and be done with it!

"She's only twelve!" Kurt spluttered, looking disbelievingly at Kon. "Maybe refrain from all of the innuendo in front of the C-H-I-L-D?"

Kurt was a little torn on this issue. On the one hand, Kon was his friend and if he wasn't worrying about whether or not everyone he knew and cared about was okay, he would be able to face Ururu's friends without having other things on his mind. But on the other... Superboy's personality was a little unruly and unpredictable. Plus he didn't know if it would be rude to bring Kon along when the group was only expecting him.

Ururu wasn't quite so concerned over Superboy's innuendo as Kurt was, and only partially because she didn't know what an innuendo was (but she'd make sure to ask about it later). What worried her more was that Superboy thought he couldn't be hurt. It'd be a good thing if it was true, but the little girl wasn't so quick to believe it.

"Um, Superboy-san? Are you sure you're invincible here?" Ururu pushed Kurt's hands away from her ears with an ease that defied her small size. It wasn't that she minded the touch at all. She just wanted to be sure. "I used to be really strong before, but when I got here, I was weaker." It made the girl frown a little more to think about.

"You should be really sure before you go, because otherwise something bad could happen." And since Superboy and Kurt were good friends, Ururu didn't want that. "Oh, and I'm not twelve, Kurt-san." Ururu leaned her head back to look up at her friend. "I'm eleven."

The difference was important.

Kon blinked at Kurt in honest confusion. What was he freaking out over? It wasn't like Kon had made a lewd comment about what he'd like to do with Kurt's tail or something. He knew better than to say that sort of stuff in front of kids! "What innuendo man?"

Crouching down to look the girl in the eye he told her, "Don't worry about me, I got everything under control." That was a lie but hopefully she wouldn't know and also wouldn't notice the almost healed scratches and bites on his arms. They put a pretty major dent in his claim of invulnerability. And while she might have a point, that it wasn't the best idea to go after someone like the head doctor who probably had a heap of traps and stuff keeping him safe, Kon couldn't not try and stop him. Superman hadn't been afraid to attack Engine City with all its weapons and soldiers when he hadn't had any powers at all. Kon couldn't do any less. "The only bad things are gonna happen to the bad guys, promise!"

Looking up at Kurt, Kon tsked as the girl corrected him. "Yeah man, she's eleven. And I'm two," He added, winking at her. "Did we wanna get moving? You don't want to keep your friends waiting right?"

"Just... stuff like that. It's really awkward." In reality, Kurt had probably just been using Ururu as an excuse to clean up Kon's suggestive and highly embarrassing language, but he supposed that even in front of an eleven year old Kon wasn't phased at all.

He had to admit though, reassuring Ururu that he would be okay, even when that probably wasn't true, was pretty cool of him. Kurt had never had lengthy interactions with children, but Kon seemed to know exactly what to say to reassure her. Must have come with all of that self-confidence he had. Maybe he should go get some of that...

"Yeah, I don't want them to think something's happened to you," Kurt said, offering Ururu his two-fingered hand. "Where are we meeting them?"

And if Kon was going with, he really would be forced to leave the sheet behind. The thought made him extremely anxious.

Did Superboy not know what an innuendo was either? Ururu thought he might not have from how he asked. But Kurt didn't seem to really have an answer, and Ururu was pretty sure he didn't want to talk about it. She could understand, since she didn't like it when she didn't know something either. Ururu would just have to ask later, or maybe on the bulletin again. If it had something to do with sex, maybe Ken would have heard of it.

"Okay." Ururu was willing enough to believe Superboy, but she trusted most people. She still didn't like the idea of him going off on his own though. "Just be careful, okay? And if you want to in the future, you can probably work with my friends and me too. We're the Lost and Found Club. Someone usually puts a note up on the bulletin."

Like Fai-san had that day. Ururu hoped he and the others were okay. Not everyone had said something, and that wasn't good.

Ururu thought Superboy looked kind of big for a two-year-old, but she didn't think he'd lie about something like that. It seemed kind of silly to her. "Okay. Are you coming with us, Superboy-kun?" She was a little worried when she saw Kurt only had two fingers though. Had he gotten into an accident? But in a weird way, Ururu didn't think it looked like his hand was supposed to have more fingers, so she didn't say anything. Instead, she took the offered hand. "They're in F3. I know how to get there, since that's close to where my room is."

Kon didn't get what was awkward about pointing out they were both attractive, but it wouldn't be the first time he just didn't understand why something bothered people. He just saw things differently to others, it was no big deal.

"Yeah, I'll be real careful. You should be more worried about taking care of Kurt. He's a real sensitive guy you know?" He grinned at the girl. It was reassuring to know she had some powers and should be able to take care of herself even if she was pretty young. And she was smart enough to make sure she had someone to watch her back. Kurt would make sure she was OK tonight and once Kon was done she wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again.

"Like I said, I got stuff of my own to do. But, hey, thanks for asking. I was just asking if you wanted some company on the way." It was cute that the kid was worried about him. She was probably used to watching out for others because of her powers.

Kon stepped out into the hall, flicking on his flashlight and looking around. He was tempted to stay and make sure Kurt didn't try wrapping up again but it would be pointless to hide like that if he was going to meet other people. And he was itching to get moving, to find the head doctor and take him out before he could zap Kon back to his room again.

Waving jauntily to the pair he said, "I'll see you around guys." Next stop loony central!

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Edited 2009-01-26 02:19 (UTC)

Kurt huffed a little at Kon's statement that he was 'sensitive'. Really, you let a guy hold your tail and suddenly, you're 'sensitive'. Still, he smiled a little at Kon. "Take care of yourself, ja? Don't do anything I wouldn't." Which was... quite a lot, but really would that stop Kon?

"We should get going too," Kurt said, and he led Ururu out of his room--wondering if it was really okay to leave his sheet behind.

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Edited 2009-01-26 03:04 (UTC)

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