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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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"I know," Dean nodded. "But there are very few other ways to kill an angel."

He nods once, accepting the explanation. He bites his lip for a minute. "Look. You gotta know I'm fucked up, right?"

He took a slow breath. "I do. From what I've heard Manticore was it's own version of Hell."

"I can think of worse things. But. . .it's left it's mark in places." Which is huge progress, that he can even admit that.

"Hell tends to do that," Dean said softly. "It mars you in ways you never forget."

He snorts. "I never forget anything anyway." He looks down at his hands for another minute and thrn back up at Dean. "I want to get to know you better. That's my point. I want to. But I can't stay here yet. Dirtside I mean. Most people feels safer here than in space, but. . .there's to much in my face down here. I can't deal with it yet."

"I don't blame you," he said with a nod, before reaching a hand over to his shoulder slowly, trying to see if Alec would let him touch him. "And I don't mind. I'm patient, for the most part. I have a lot of time."

Alec tried. He really did. But he shifted out from under Dean's hand at the last minute. "Sorry." It was quick almost blurted out dispite how quietly he said it. "Not yet. Sorry."

"It's okay," he said. "We'll get there."

"Okay." He sighed. "Thanks."

He nodded. "Is there anything else you'd like to ask me?"

He grinned. "Tons. But I can't think of it all now. Anything you want to ask me?"

He smirked a bit, before looking out over the buildings and shaking his head. "I'd rather just know what you'd like to tell me."

"I don't think about telling people stuff. It's weird." He looks over to, watching the cadets in thier red unoforms move from class to class. "They want me to go to the Acadamy in a couple of years."

"I think you'd like it," he nodded. "If you like traveling on the Enterprise, the Academy would be the next logical step."

"I don't know what I would go for though."

"What are you interested in?"

"Everything. Which ammounts to nothing." He shruggs a little. "I want to stay with the Enterprise. Their my family. My unit. I have no one else but you. I hardly even know the other X5s." And that limits him and he knows it.

"So then the next step would be to find the job that keeps you there."

It would be easier on another ship. Most of the Enterprise crew wont want to leave, so there's aren't a lot in the way of opening."

"I'm sure Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy would be able to find something for you."

"Oh, they would. But. . .I don't want to be pandered to, you know?"

"I can understand that."

"I still haven't figured out why they decided to keep me in the first place."

"Probably because they like you. Kinda weird, I know, but I can see why."

She watched as Dean stiffened and turned to face her. "What do you want?"

"I need you to take care of something. I didn't want to interrupt, but it's a little time sensitive, and she is your responsibility." She slipped her hands in her pockets and made her way closer. "She also won't deal with me anymore. And my vessel doesn't appreciate getting punched in the face all the time."

Dean rolled his eyes, before turning back to Alec. "This shouldn't take long, if you don't mind?"

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