037 // [video] // There is no Sinclair left to blame for any of this
[ Positioned behind her chair once more Lamb allows for a few seconds to pass in silence before she begins to speak.Allow me to introduce myself to all new arrivals: My name is Doctor Sofia Lamb. I maintain the medical clinic on the fourth floor as well as my own psychiatric practice next door
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Can they show up at your clinic?
[Yup, he's just going to do what he can to look all stone-faced. There's no point in acting like anything important's going on.]
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...Were you asking on behalf of someone in particular?
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Not really. I was just asking, in case, you know... They want to stop by later. That's okay, right?
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[ She nods encouragingly. ]
I will be at the clinic all day.
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Hardly different than usual. I--
[ She hesitates. Listening. Observing. With her it's rarely been a two-way street. But... Elaine knew him, after all. ]
...I have been waiting. For a transmission. But...
[ Her smile is a little sadder than usual. ]
I suppose now I'm the only one here who has seen Rapture.
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[And she's dealt with it for a while, but she still misses him, and it shows.]
Sorry. I didn't think about how you felt until I saw your video.
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He was quite fond of the surface, I believe...
[ She discards the afterthought. ]
I apologise, perhaps I should not have brought him up. [ A beat. ] Wonderland is hardly empty, after all, and room for even more people exists in abundance whereas room for sentimentality... would be wasted.
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Dean Winchester actually felt marginally guilty for snapping at some random shrink lady who only appeared to want to help him back in that bomb-shelter event, so with all the embarrassment of a kid toeing the ground after breaking the neighbor's window with a baseball, he slinks into the - ohgod - psychiatric practice.
He should go to Hell.
...oh, wait.]
Uh...
[Dean promised himself he'd never resort to this, but he's noticed that talking to people helps. Maybe the skinny lady with horn-rimmed glasses will have some kind of wise, Gandalfian advice.
Maybe.]
...hello?
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This one merely looks up from her desk and smiles, standing up to greet the hopeless case token patient visitor. ]
Dean. Good to see you. How have you been?
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[That's a very good question. Let's recap, shall we?
He and Cas split up a while ago. Dean still misses Sam. He tasted songs for a while during The Office Event: Scratch-and-Sniff Edition. He picked a fight with the white-skinned freak...again. Dean finally found a ghost, was ready to confront the sucker for a salt-and-burn Blue Plate Special, but then got cut off when it didn't pose any threat at all.
It might've also freaked him out a bit that it could see everyone he's ever killed.
Needless to say, Dean isn't about to volunteer everything at once. Not to somebody he doesn't have a good feel on yet.]
...fine.
[Very convincing. Dean shuts the door behind him. If anyone sees him in here, he'll never hear the end of it. Hands shoved into his pockets, he shifts uncomfortably and reassures his completely believable statement with an addendum.]
Not...okay, not really fine, no.
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Would you like to take a seat?
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