hasperkynipples | [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, that different. Speaking one's mind implies opinion. Not personal wants." He dented to get spacific about appropriate use of words. At this point he had so many languages in his head that it helped to not confused them.

"Isn't wanting something an opinion in and of itself?"

"It's different. Especially if you've been given charge of someone else." It was so much easier to speak up for someone else.

"I believe that's a purely human construct that deal's with what humanity calls a 'sense of propriety'?" She led the way through the diner to one of the booths and slid in across from him. "Angels don't see that concern quite the same way."

"It isn't just humanity though. It's other species and races to. The Vulcans say that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one." He slides in and then tucks his legs up so he's sitting indian style.

"And angels don't disagree. But due to the nature of who we are, we don't have many desires that we need to speak for and what we do want, we say, or act on." She shifted so that she was mirroring his position before reaching for the menu. "With humanity, you make it seem as though desire is something to be condemned. Lust and gluttony are considered sins, et cetera. Overzealous pursuit is frowned upon, but there's nothing wrong with expression emotional wants."

"Depends on where and how you grew up." In Manticore overly emotional behavipor was frowned upon unless it clearly benifited the smooth running of the unit.

"Fair point," she nodded. "A lot of human reactions are based on nuture, I've found."

He grabbed the menu and started skimming through it. "Makes you cringe when you thrink of all the bad parents out there, doesn't it."

"Oh, more than you know. There are some truly terrifying people in all walks of life."

"Dude, look at who you're talking to. Do you know how disconcerting it is to find that you own childhood spawned a whole set of interplanetary laws?"

She chuckled. "I know. That was actually rather fascinating, from an angelic perspective."

"In retrospect? Not really the term I'd like applied? I think I'm glad I missed it and that makes me feel like a coward."

"It's natural to want to avoid suffering, Alec."

"Yeah, well that was my unit. They were my responsabulity." And his siter died before she even got to know that she'd won.

She paused, considering that for a moment before looking down at the menu again. "How much has Dean told you about the incident with Lucifer?"

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

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