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[See Kurt Hummel. See Kurt Hummel looking incredibly unimpressed. Or trying to, anyway.]
An asylum. Really? Are we running through all medical facilities in events now? Should I expect to be in a veterinary clinic next week? This is seriously ridiculous, even for Wonderland ( Read more... )
An asylum. Really? Are we running through all medical facilities in events now? Should I expect to be in a veterinary clinic next week? This is seriously ridiculous, even for Wonderland ( Read more... )
It's a good one, too: look out for the patients. Target what's wrong, fix it whatever way he can, using whatever means he can. He's cut and dried in his methods, but the monotony of professionalism is, at the very least, subdued beneath a charming exterior.
He has the overwhelming need to save everyone he possibly can. After all, he's a doctor. Therefore, when a distressed message crackles over his communications device, Dean Winchester answers the call.
"Are you all right?"
Dean inquires, probing the young man for information. He seems upset.
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"...uh. I guess?" He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "S'been a while since I saw it on Broadway, but I've seen it before...I think."
Had he?
Dean pulls a face. It feels strange to say that.
"...am I not allowed to know that, Kurt?"
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No, you're not. You wear flannel and the same jacket every day. You forfeit all of your Broadway rights when you dress like that. Besides, I doubt you would have the time, being a hu-
[He stops mid-sentence when his brain catches up and he realizes that this all sounds completely insane out of context. Finishing that tangent probably isn't in his best interest.]
...I mean. You just never seemed like someone who would be interested. [Which is technically true too.]
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Has he invented some different Dean in his head?
"...I guess not. It was probably something I saw when I was a kid." For some reason, this excuse sounds weird, too. "Don't you like musicals and stuff? You sing, right?"
Try to find common ground, Dean.
"I used to sing a little, and play guitar."
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[But who knows if Dean will believe that? Kurt has no idea how long he's supposedly been in this hospital, after all. So he doesn't elaborate much on it, not wanting Dean to decide that the entire thing is some delusion of his, and as much as he sometimes wishes Rachel was just a figment of his imagination, he knows that's not really the case.
But he's still pretty sure Dean wouldn't normally know Phantom, which makes him reluctant to take any other new facts about him at face value. He used to sing and play guitar? It's plausible enough, but Dean isn't acting like himself, and clearly doesn't have the same memories, so Kurt is taking extreme caution.]
Really. Why did you stop? [Yep, twisting it back to you instead of really opening up.]
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"Why'd I stop?" He chews his lip thoughtfully, rolling green eyes up to look at the ceiling. "That's a good question, actually. I dunno. Used to sing a lot more. I'm better at songs by...say...Boston. Mostly classic rock, I guess. My voice is sorta low."
Dean smiles crookedly, "And I'm probably really rusty."
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[Still, he refuses to offer his own input into the conversation. He doesn't tell Dean that classic rock is far from his favorite genre, or that Finn does well with classic rock too, or that he's much more into a combination of showtunes and Top 40.
Instead he smiles a little impishly at him.] You wouldn't be rusty if you hadn't stopped, you know. ...You're probably a good singer. Maybe a little out-of-practice, but not awful.
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Kurt still stays far away from anything having to do with himself. It's disconcerting, to say the least, even though Dean desperately wants to help. "You can give me lessons some time," The doctor grins, throwing one arm over the back of his chair. "I'll pay you back in favors or somethin'."
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[Somehow, that sounds a little more like Dean. Less overly-kind doctor and more of how Dean usually is, unintended innuendo and all. He's still being affected by the event, and Kurt knows it, but he can't help easing a little.]
Oh? What sort of favors did you have in mind?
[He knows they won't be nearly as dirty as the suggestion sounded initially, but even a "Get Out of Therapy Free" card or something would be appreciated at this point.]
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Dean's fingers play idly over the bottle on the table, green eyes flickering across the papers in front of him.
"...how about a Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card on your next few group therapy sessions? Or the ones with me, if you hate them that badly."
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...If that's the case, I'd be happy to give you all the singing lessons you want.
[He pauses though, and gives him a careful look.] ...Can you actually do that though? Or is this an empty promise to try and bond with me?
[Who knows, maybe doctors have some type of quota for therapy, whether they're actually trained as doctors or not. Kurt certainly doesn't know how it works, but the thought itself is enough to make him suspicious.]
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"I'm your primary physician, Kurt," Dean leans in, seriousness touching the edges of his lips. "I'm not going break a promise. I'm not a complete ass. But if I'm going to do this for you, and you're going to train me to be some little songbird, I want you to be more open with me, okay?"
Sincerity is a rare emotion to see on Dean Winchester, but it's present now.
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So...in order to get out of being more open, I need to be more open?
[He looks more amused than anything really, with his eyebrow quirked at Dean There seems to be a hole in your logic, Doctor. Besides, he sort of knew it was too good to be true anyway.]
Honestly, I would have offered the lessons for free. It doesn't matter though, since they'll wind up free with or without a favor, right? [You know, since he's not really gaining anything. He's not really getting out of it. It was sort of silly to think otherwise really. Kurt is the patient, after all.]
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He falls quiet, staring intently at the young man as if trying to figure him out. He doesn't give up by any means, but he does relinquish the severity of his gaze. "I'm not here to make your life a living Hell, Kurt. Please understand that."
Beneath the sagacity of someone who has seen more than he appears to have seen, Dean looks tired. Like he's unsure of who he is, but he's struggling to have some identity and therefore carries it on regardless.
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I know you aren't. And I do understand that. ...You've never seemed like someone who would do that.
[But he's not talking about in this fake asylum. He's thinking about back in the mansion, about how this is the same person who carried Kurt halfway across the mansion to find his dad when he wasn't really able to on his own. Bridal style. Overall, Dean struck him as a good person - a bit of a knight in shining armor type who needs some help picking out food that won't destroy his body, but the good things outweigh the bad.]
Really. You're...charming and chivalrous, and...unusually kind as of recent. I know you're not my enemy.
[But that doesn't mean he's talking to you about his problems, because he doesn't have any. At least, none that require being admitted to an asylum.]
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But he's strangely heartened by Kurt's words.
Dean can't remember any recent occasion of chivalry, but the other sounds so convinced that he's obliged to believe him.
"So trust me, okay?" He stresses, an expression of earnest honesty on his face. "I'm not out to get you, and I'm not here to just collect my check. I'm here to help you. Hell, I'd do it for free if I could, but I gotta pay the bills somehow. Knowing me, I'd probably be better off taking my show on the road and helping people outta the back of a car rather than from behind a desk. Offices are cramped here, you know that?"
Dean grins lopsidedly, the smile faltering a little as he dwells in his own thoughts. "...you ever feel like your life really isn't your life?" He mumbles, frowning a little.
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