Request: N/A
Author: Dean-calls-me-baby
Word count: 603
Warnings: None, which I can think of.
“Oh, come on Dean I was just kidding!” Sam said between laughs.
“Well it wasn’t funny!” Dean firmly established. “Never joke about pie, I thought we talked about this Sammy!” Sam and Dean were on the way home from a salt ’n’ burn over in Hoyt, Kansas. Sam fell asleep, and Dean just drove and enjoyed the music.
Dean pulled the black beauty into the bunker garage. “Sam, wake up. Were home.” He said to Sam as he gently nudged him. Dean ran over to the other side of the impala and opened the door, only for Sam to slide gracefully out of the opening and onto the floor. Dean sighed loudly. He took his hands under Sam’s arms and heaved him up into a standing position and helped him ease his way into the bunker, and into his room. He retreated into the kitchen and went straight into the fridge. He rubbed his hands in an almost maniacal manner, as he carefully chose his next victim. “MMM, leftover breakfast” he chimed as he pulled the container out of the cool environment. As Dean shoveled heaps of food into his mouth he pondered the hunt they had returned from. “I wonder why that woman was walking so slowly next to baby, she better not have done anything to my car or I swear to god-“ Deans thought was interrupted when he heard a rather loud crashing noise come from the garage. His hunter instincts kicked in and he grabbed his gun resting at the waistband of his leans and made sure it was loaded. He snuck around every corner making sure not to make a commotion. With sweaty palms Dean grasped the doorknob “1,2,3!” he whispered to himself he shoved open the door with force as he aimed his gun in front of him. He scanned the concrete cavern in search of an intruder. “SON OF A BITCH!” Deans roar echoed through open space. The prized black car was gone, or so he thought. Dean stomped angrily through the spot where his beautiful car laid. He spun around on his heels to go wake up Sam when he saw him, he saw a man in a black biker jacket leaned up against a cherry red car, patiently waiting. Dean held out his pistol at arms length. “WHO ARE YOU?” Dean bellowed.
“You don’t recognize me?” the stranger said. “I’m your Baby”
“What?”
“You heard me Dean, I’m your precious, beloved car” he said with a charming smile.
“Prove it!” Dean shouted at Baby with suspicion. Baby let his black leather jacket slide off his arms onto the car behind him and he took off his plain white t-shirt and turned around to reveal a pair of scars that read S.W and D.W, he spun back around and pulled out a handful of brightly colored Legos from his jeans pocket. And then he put his shirt back on and reached into his jacket pocket that remained atop the car hood and turned it inside out to reveal little green army man. And finally he lifted up his shirt to reveal a belt buckle in the shape of a Kansas license plate that read KAZ-2Y5.
“See Dean? Why would I lie to you?” Dean’s jaw dropped in astonishment.
“No, My car is not a guy.”
“You’ll have to believe me on that one”
“No Baby is a girl!, always has been!”
“Well things like me tend to reflect certain aspects and desires of ones personality and well, I’ve seen you’ve taken a specific interest in boys who have blue eyes and dark hair so, yeah.”
