Once more, with feeling.

Bars seemed to be their theme, when it came to odd conversations that is and with the two of them, it wasn't much of a stretch to see them sitting in a corner booth this time, Ali tucked against Sam, and Dean not more than a hand spanned away from her as the three of them talked.

"The grace of an archangel is one thing to get, easy as pie right?"

That was Ali, trying to convince Dean that she knew just about everything there is to know about…

"Demons on the other hand, not so much. You're not looking for grace, it's not something you can just slit their throat and bottle. Or… or have a feathered-friend stick his hand in to grab and rip out."

Dean shivered at that, he had actually seen Cas go all Terminator on a demon before, it wasn't pretty but he also wasn't about to stop Ali when she was on a roll about some damn ingredient that they needed for a spell.

AND, Sam had gotten into this conversation with her before, so, he was just going to sit this one out, or back, and love the feeling of her pressed against him, and she was, tucked right under his arm.

She was animated though, maybe it was the coffee, or Him, he wasn't sure, but Dean had backed away just a bit a few times to make sure he avoided getting hit by her flying fingers as she used them to be pretty descriptive about the way that you "extracted" and currently her gestures seemed to mimic a handjob, or at least that was how Dean was watching them.

"Okay, smartass, how exactly do you get the essence of a demon?" Dean finally spoke up, once she took a pause in her speech. And that was when the silence fell. Sam swallowed hard, because, well it wasn't everyday you had to tell your brother the stupidest plan in the world. "What?" Of course, he had seen the shift in his face, and the way Sam had adjusted, total signs of yeah, dude, you don't want to know, but Dean narrowed his eyes. "Sam."

That scolding voice always made Sam jump, even to this day, and Sam cleared his throat. "You're not going to like it."

"I don't like anything… ever, especially if it gets that same reaction from the two of you."

"Sex." Ali stated pretty blatantly. "Sex with a demon."

"Okay, correct me if I'm wrong, but one, ew, gross, and two, how the hell do you expect to get a demon to have sex with you, not that I would sit by and watch that happen?" Leave it to Dean to put a twelve-year-old's statement at the front of that.

"Well, there's the issue."

"And sex with a demon isn't an issue?"

"If you would shut up for a moment, Winchester, I could explain it to you." Ali was really in a mood today, but Dean sat back and let her talk. "One of us needs to let a demon possess them."

"Nope," he interrupted, "ain't gonna happen."

"Finished?"

Sam remained quiet as the two of them talked.

"I know it's not the best plan…"

"Ali, it's the worst plan in the world, worse than letting the darkness out or opening the gates of hell, there is no way a demon would let you go, especially with what's inside you."

"I think you're going to have to let her finish first, Dean before you just wave off everything." Sam finally broke in and Dean looked up at him shocked.

"I can't believe you're even thinking this is a possibility," the older one's eyes were wide with disbelief as he scooted back in the seat just a little further.

"Wanna shut up and listen?" Ali growled and this got Dean's attention as he stared her down, anger in his eyes, before he rolled them and she took a breath. "There aren't many angels left that I trust, except for Cas, but there is this one… Eneb."

"Wait, I've heard that name before."

"I'm sure you have, or at least something like it, but listen, she said something that made me think and I got Cas involved and he thinks that it's entirely possible."

"Wanna just spit it out?"

"You were a Knight of Hell, Dean, a demon in one of its purest forms, just below a Prince," Ali whispered.

"Thanks for the reminder, moving on."

"You don't get it, no matter who a demon possesses, they always leave some sort of essence behind, a sort of marker that they had been there."

"Again with the ew, but hold on a second, you're saying that there's still demon in me?"

"There's a little bit of demon in all of us, Dean, with you, it's just not metaphorically." Ali smiled, and Sam pulled her back against him because this was the part of the whole thing that made him a little unsure, "the problem is, getting it to rise to the surface."

"So you can what, suck it out of me?"

Ali took a breath, Sam watched Dean's eyes go to her lips and his parted, eyes widened as he looked up at Sam.

"You wanna bring out the demon, again, and literally suck it out of me. Demon come, you're talking about demon come?"

"Crude, but no," Ali whispered and Dean snapped his mouth shut. "Bringing it to the surface is one thing, the essence has to be taken when the demon as at its peak."

"Just about to come?" Dean was totally confused.

"No, Dean, seriously," Ali rubbed her forehead. "Demons do things right, they take over, they dominate, they do… things."

"You want me to hurt you?" Dean slid back a little further. "Isn't going to happen."

"Not hurt me, Dean," Ali fumbled her words. "It's just a game."

"And if I can't stop? If you bring that monster to the top and I can't get it under control? How is that just a game?"

"There will be things in place," she reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer as she moved from Sam's lap to his, straddling his thighs as she placed her hands on his cheeks, "listen to me, Dean, I trust you, just as much as I trust Sam and I wouldn't even have brought this up if I didn't think it through. We have wards, and traps and one or two magic words."

"Great, you have safe words, that's perfect, goody on you, but it's still a no." His hands landed on her hips to push her away but Sam reached out and placed his hand on the small of her back. Dean turned his head and stared at his brother. "You can't seriously be okay with this."

"We need to at least try, and this is the safest way." Sam spoke up and Dean sighed.

"You're wrong, this isn't safe at all, it's like letting Lucifer take you over again, there is no safe about this."

"We talked about that," Sam admitted and Dean stopped moving, he even stopped breathing, "no matter what way you twist it, Lucifer is still an archangel, not a demon."

"Right and that makes all the difference in the world." Dean pushed at Ali's hips, getting her to move off his lap as he slid from the booth. He looked over the two of them and sighed, shaking his head. "I need to talk to Cas before we discuss this further. I need to make sure that the two of you did your homework and that you're not just out of your freaking minds. You take the car," he tossed Sam the keys, "I'm walking home."

"Dean," Ali called out as he walked away, but Sam grabbed her arm.

"Let him go." Sam whispered close to her ear, but Ali just ran a hand over her face.

"Would it have helped to tell him the whole truth?" She questioned.

"Telling Dean that you're one step away from going full-on angel, probably not." Sam ran his fingers over her temple, feeling the way her blood pulsed through there. "Maybe that's why Cas said it wasn't hurting you in the beginning, maybe it's the reason it took over."

"To turn me into one of them," Ali sighed, "no, there has to be another reason. He doesn't feel like an angel, Sam, but he doesn't feel like a demon either. Something else is going on, but we have to try." She turned and smiled at him, "besides, angels don't have partners, or mates, or whatever Cas called you, they certainly don't have two."

"Come on, let's go home." Sam whispered, scooting closer to her as he rubbed the tip of his nose by her ear. "We can go test a few theories before Dean gets back."

"What sort of theories?" Ali smiled.

"I don't know, I've always had a bit of a wing kink, wonder if I can make your's sprout, Angel." Sam laughed and he watched as he actually got her to blush and she grabbed his hand and Sam snapped the keys off the table where he had placed him before the two of them slipped out of the booth and headed out the door.