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[starfleet] In which Dean is in a completely unexpected situation.

For the record, Dean wanted it to be known that he was really bad at this.

Even when he was human, his social skills were mediocre at best, but now that he was an angel, they'd really gone down the tubes. Which was somewhat daunting when knowing that he had the potential of meeting a sixteen year-old kid who wasn't even in his own time period. He wasn't even sure how this had happened. All he knew was that genetically speaking, he was this kid's father, whether it was through accident, intention or stupidity, and he wanted to be there. In some way. Some how.

He didn't know how, but he had a feeling that there was something there.

Besides, he couldn't have dragged himself out of this even if he wanted to at this point. He'd already dug himself in deep enough that he was attached at this point, he hadn't even met the kid yet. The Irrational Protect Reflex had already kicked in, and that meant Dean was already too far gone to be fixed.

Now he just had to wait for the kid to come to him.

That was starting to be a little harder than he thought.

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He did want and nodded by way of thanks. He reached out one hand carefully, fingertips connecting with feather tips. He was startled when there was no actual surface for make contact with. But the light was body warm and he shivered, figurative fur puffing a bit. But. . .it wasn't a bad feeling. Just strange. "What are you?" The question was cautious.

Nothing to touch, but Dean could feel it, the cautious brush of fingers against a part of him that people didn't usually touch. It was incredibly intimate, yet not all at the same time, and Dean wasn't sure what to do with the feeling.

"I'm an angel," he said with a nod. "If you've read the Bible, I usually go by Michael? But most days I prefer to stick with Dean. It's a bit more low key. I was Dean when I was human, too."

"I haven't really. In Manticore they kept us away from religion. And Spock thinks I should catch up to this time in the more concrete things first. Because I need them to survive." He still ran his fingers over the feathers almost absently. Like he couldn't quite pull away becaise the warm feeling was settling into his bones.

he cocks his head and looks at Dean. "Dean, okay. I'm Alec."

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"Nice to meet you," he said softly. He wanted to keep him closer, but he wasn't really supposed to hold on to the wings for that long, and he was getting tired. They faded slowly back into invisibility, and Dean gave him a small apologetic look.

"Well, I'm in the old Bible. And the amendment to the Bible, the Winchester Gospel."

"I'll find a copy." He pulls his hands back to himself. "Were you an angel when I was built and born?" He shoves his hands into his pockets. "Why didn't you find me when I was young?"

He paused, considering that for a moment. "I don't know. When were you born?"

"1999. But I don't really know when in 1999. Bones might know."

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"I was human," he said with a nod. "I was about twenty years-old." He was quiet for a moment as he considered the statement, before looking up at him apologetically. "And to be honest, Alec -- I didn't even know you existed until you landed here. But if I had I wouldn't have left you there. Not if I could help it."

He isn't sure what to say to that so he skips it for now. "How did you find me in the here and now."

"Time travel doesn't go unnoticed," he said slowly. "We keep an eye on it to make sure angels from the future don't go back to try and change a set series of events."

He tilted his head to the side for a moment as he considers. "If you were born in '99, you probably left home around 2015?"

He nods. "I didn't really leave though." he wants it clear his didnt disobey. "It was something out of my control."

"Of course," he nodded. "So that was five years post Lucifer, and I was still human." He paused for a moment, before shaking his head. "I can't even remember what I was doing, it was so long ago."

Alec went back over and sat on the ledge at the edge of the roof. "What are you doing now?" He figured it would hurt to get to know this man.

"Well, in Syria, I was dealing with a prophet. I have a few charges that I'm set to protect, but I don't do much fighting. As of now, holy wars aren't that prevalent."

"So you're like. . .a body guard?"

"More or less. On occasion I'm asked to guide, but Michael is known more for being a warrior than he is for his guiding hand. However, since Gabriel decided to leave the garrison, taking care of the prophets has fallen to me."

He then paused. "Do you know what a prophet is?"

Alec gave him a funny look when he used the name Michael like it was a different person. "I thought you said that you were Michael. You know Bones gave me this long scary talking to when I started talking like 494 and Alec weren't both me."

"I know that the word means."

He chuckled. "I am. But as a human I was very different from who I was an angel. They react to things different ways."

"Well, the prophets in this world receive visions of people who are important to God and are going to do great things for God. They record them and we, the angels, protect them."

"See! You did it again. And this time you said you weren't either Dean or Michael." He was deffinatly giving Dean the eye now. He'll get back to the prophet thing. He's got an awesome memory like that.

And this time, Dean flat out laughed, but it wasn't mocking. It was more out of amusement than anything else. "That wasn't my intention. And I think that has to do with becoming human. When an angel gives up his grace and becomes human, he needs to be born into the world, and in the process he forgets that he ever was an angel. He becomes another person. So if they happen to regain their grace again, they're dealing with two people -- the angel that they were before, and the human that they spent so many years becoming."

"But aren't you a mix of the two now?"

"I am. And most of the time, the two of them have a very similar reaction. However, there are still some things that Dean loves that Michael doesn't understand. Like pie, for example."

"What not to understand about pie?" He's honestly confused.

"Michael doesn't quite appreciate comfort food. Or any food for that matter. Angels don't eat."

"Don't eat? Or don't have to eat?" Partly he's curious. Partly he's being a twit. Welcome to conversong with Alec.

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