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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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"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.

"Most of them don't eat. None of them have to eat. In our true form, we're giant balls of light. Eating is a purely animal construct."

Now his curiosity has really woken up and taken notice. "What do you do instead? I mean, the laws of physics say that you have to expend energy just by . . .glowing. You can't get something for nothing."

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"We -- recharge in Heaven. Almost like a battery. And we share our energy with the rest of the garrison, like a collective. That's why I can't leave the planet without losing my powers. It puts too much of a strain on the rest of the garrison. It's also why angels who have been cut off from Heaven lose all that makes them angels. It weakens the rest of us. It's about survival."

He hadn't understood that when he was human. On some level, he wished he had.

"So, sort of the same concept as a hive mind. You're thoughts are you own, but you power is from a mutual pool?"

"Yes, exactly."

He looked at Dean for a long minute. "Effective Communism. Amazing."

Dean laughed. "Well, when survival applies, communism can be quite effective."

"True. But to humans, and a lot of other races, survival of self doesn't require survival of others. It's kinda like. . .less of you more for me." Another pause. "Man, people kinda suck sometimes."

"Yeah, they definitely do. But it isn't even totally they're fault. Demons have a large role to play in that."

"Demons?"

He nodded. "The antithesis of angels. When a human soul corrupts themselves far enough, whether that be through sin or some other circumstance, they go to Hell. In Hell, they become twisted around until they're not even human anymore. They become a demon. Demons can't have their own physical form either, so they need to borrow humans as well, but unlike angels, they don't require consent. They just borrow the body of whomever they choose without permission."

He turned this all over in his head. Compairing it to all the stuff he's learned since getting to this time. "Do they get a second chance like you?"

"No. And mine wasn't really a second chance. I was never human before I was an angel. I was an angel first. And I didn't become human by choice."

"What happened?" He's still letting the information tumble and reshape in his head. He's trying to see how it all fits together in a shape he can live with and what he'll think about it then.

"One of my brothers got the better of me," he said softly, not wanting to think about it, but he said that he would be honest. "They ambushed me, and cut out my grace so I wouldn't stop them from releasing Lucifer. They made me human so that I wouldn't get in their way. Thankfully, Castiel -- one of those who were still loyal to our Father -- was able to find my grace before I died as a human and returned it to me."

Alec's shoulders hunch a little. Betrayal like that, from a sibling or even ass close as anouther unit, hurt awful. "What happened to them?"

"They're dead," Dean said through gritted teeth. "I burned him to a crisp."

... Yeah, Alec. Your father still had quite the temper.

He just nods. He isn't really phased. He's got his own temper though it doesn't show often. Alright then. No second chances for angels either. That balanced things out a bit. Made the set up more tolerable to him.

Though. . .something did bother him. "If you have to do someone in, snapping the neck is a much more humane way of doing it."

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