Started from the bottom

[1967_chevy]

Based off of this masterpiece. Since we didn't start with a proper freakout ;)

Baby wasn't entirely sure how it happened. It was a sudden thing, like flicking a switch - one second he wasn't there, and then he was. He'd actually laid in the parking spot for a good ten minutes, just taking stock of everything. He had...hands. A body. He was breathing. The only reason he finds to move is the rather aggressive driver who honks at him. Oh, they want the space. Right, he didn't...need it anymore?

It takes him a second to figure out how to sit up, but once he does, it comes easy. His controls may be mixed around, but they're all there somewhere, and Baby manages to get a little bit of practice in, going back and forth on the grass. People shoot him strange looks, but no one is going to engage the weird man walking a rut in the grass.

When were Sam and Dean going to be back, anyway? Baby eventually finds himself sitting on a bench, taking in the people passing with unconcealed interest. Again, with the strange looks, but he couldn't help it. Was this what the human world was like? It was so...energetic, so busy. Baby takes it all in with relish, inhaling deeply. What a...time to be alive.

And then, there they are. Baby smiles, relieved, and stands, getting ready to go over and say hello for the first time. Oh, shit, he didn't check if his radio worked.