"You've still got," Kisuke says, pulling back his sleeve and holding out a hand with two fingers extended. "Two more steps before you reach the finish line. For today, I'm almost done annoying you, but not quite. You're right on that front."

Reaching into the pocket of his pants, he fishes for what he's looking for, until he feels it, slick and cool. Pulling it out, he holds it up to the light, looking very much like a hollow, glass marble, though that's not what it is.

"But I know. That I'm not an easy man to talk to. To understand. Or to get along with. But you have my thanks for at least trying to deal with such an unpleasant person."

Tapping the length of his cane against his thigh with his free hand, he steps closer, keeping the object in his fingers in plain view. "This is a shell. This is what you're going to forge your blade out of, Winchester-san. But right now it's empty. It's got no spiritual matter or energy inside of it. It has neither form nor power, that's up to you to provide. But in order for it to start gathering those things, it needs a seed. You have a normal human soul, so you don't have a lot of options. You need a scrap of something foreign. I'm always an option, or Kuchiki-san, but you've also got--"

Kisuke lifts a hand, resting it against one of Dean's shoulders. "Something going on over here that might be useful."