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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.

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There weren't many he could place events to with the scars, but the glance over had him going to ones that looked freshest and most memorable to him. His and Sammys etching and the gash. He hadn't even noticed the tattoo, yet. He was just silent, looking at the gash as the other brushed over it, clenching his teeth and holding his breath. He remembered that day. His heart dropped, just remembering that day.

"... I'm so sorry..." He hadn't meant to leave that kind of permanent damage. He was apologizing for all the damage. The things he managed to fix, at least for the most part, but especially the crowbar. He was upset, that day. He remembered exactly how he felt, and he just could't take everything that had happened at that point. Granted, he'd lost his temper more after that, but still. He managed to tear his eyes away, shifting to sit facing straight on the couch, his own leg bouncing up and down. Not because he couldn't sit still, but because he had to focus on something else. Anything else. And that happened to be it.

"Don't be," Baby assured gently, turning back around to look at Dean. "You restored me cherry, but there are some things that just don't disappear. And that's okay." After all, it was the blemishes that made him beautiful, right? The history, that's what made him important. It was his job, his duty.

"And this, Dean, you needed this." Baby gestured back to his neck. "You needed something to explode on. And you put me back together, at the end of the day." He always would. Dean had never let him down.

That entire day, the more he looked at it, had turned into something more of Baby becoming entirely his car. He glanced over and gave a fleeting smile. "That day I started rebuildin' you as dads car." He was quiet as he spoke, the admittance being more painful than he thought it would be. He sighed, closing his eyes as he hung his head again. The other might have been defending his actions, but Dean still felt like crap for having done it in the first place.

"I was never really your Dad's car." Baby watched him, sharp blue eyes fixed on the elder Winchester. "I was yours from the start, Dean. He wouldn't have bought me without you."

Baby sighed, carefully putting his shirt back on. "You've never hidden anything from me. You never could. If this is the price I pay for that, it's really nothing."

Dean gave a small smile, more forced than anything, at the moment. "Well, I didn't know that at the time..." He gave a weak, bitter, chuckle. "Might be nothin' to you, but I see nothin' but damage I caused." He sighed.

"This," Baby puts a hand on his stomach, where the initials are carved, deep. "Is my most prized possession. I wouldn't change it, Dean, not for anything." He means that.

He knew what was on his stomach, what he was resting his hand over and gave a small smile, attempting to at least seem a bit happier, knowing the situation, that there was one thing that seemed positive to the other. He let out a sigh. At least now he was positive that this was his car sitting next to him, now. He was about to say something when Sam came back in with his laptop.

"This one alright?" He walked over to show the screen to Dean, showing him a dark blue pick up truck.

"No" The response was almost immediate, almost like he hadn't even actually looked at the picture or information. Just a quick glance was enough, though. He could tell it frustrated Sam by the way the younger almost too calmly closed his laptop to leave the room again. This wasn't going to end well, Dean knew it, but he didn't want to sit in a truck he refused to drive.

Baby tried not to look smug, but it was a failing effort. Dean was as much his as he was Dean's - at least, in his own mind - and he didn't particularly want Dean driving another car, either. "You might want to just let Sam drive, you know? You won't find any ride as smooth as me."

"It's strange," Baby tilted his head, staring at Dean for a long second. "I thought you'd be taller."

"No, he's gonna be drivin', that truck had problems I just didn't wanna deal with. And Sammy sucks, workin' on cars." He gave a shrug, just giving his honest opinion. Don't worry, Baby. Every drive there was going to be an argument on Sams ability to drive, work on the car, choice in car, and everything else to do with vehicles.

Then he rose an eyebrow at the comment of the other thinking he would be taller "Ain't my fault Sam's a goddamned moose-man. Besides, I could fire right back I thought you'd be shorter. And a chick." He made a face, attempting to seem a bit happier. As Sam opened the door to come back in, he immediately gave the younger a look that caused him to immediately walk out to keep car hunting.

"He definitely wasn't your style," Baby agreed, like they were picking a hat. Things had obviously changed, but Baby was glad the two of them could come to a consensus on certain things. He snorted, crossing his arms and leaning back in the chair, getting a little more comfortable.

"I don't have a preference, sweet cheeks. Use whatever pronouns you want. Makes sense, I guess, if you think about it. Muscle car with a stick shift? Dean."

"Sweet cheeks?" Dean rose an eyebrow at the choice in pet name, not knowing how to take it. "It makes sense now. And I ain't callin' you a chick if you ain't a chick, man." There was a chuckle and eye roll to go with the statement as he settled back into the couch. Also known as where he intended to sleep until they moved on so Baby could have the bed because his car was still going to get as spoiled as he could manage.

"You're the one who named me Baby." Baby pointed out, and at least the irony wasn't lost on him. "Whatever you want, Dean." It's always been whatever Dean wants, and Baby is just fine with that. He's never been led astray by it, at least.

"I smell like lavender. Did you notice I smell like lavender?" Baby asked suddenly, sniffing his jacket.

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle at the fact being pointed out "I called you a lot've pet names, but yeah, Baby's the one that stuck the most." He shrugged a bit and then rose an eyebrow, taking a deep breath before sighing, giving a small nod.

"A bit, yeah."

"It's my name now." Baby smiled, clearly pleased with it, at the very least.

"Isn't lavender a....magical herb?" He asked, lips twisting into a frown. He didn't normally smell like lavender, obviously. "Like, witchy magical?"

He frowned, giving a nod "It is, yeah. Now I'm wonderin' why some witch would turn a car human to begin with." He understood his car was amazing, but still. He was way too confused by that. Alas.

"Who'd you piss off?" Baby snorted, pushing his hair out of his face. "Or is it supposed to be a reward?"

"You want the short list or the long list?" Dean snickered a bit. He knew even himself too well to deny the fact he'd probably pissed someone off. He gave a shrug to the second part, though. "Hopin' the only guy that could say whether it's a reward or not is too busy to pop in, but you never know" Castiel, oh Castiel. So much fun just thinking about that wonderful meeting.

"Did you wish really hard?" Baby teased, quirking an eyebrow. This did sound like something Castiel would unwittingly pull. But it isn't Dean's birthday, so what's the occasion?

"Every time I park at a meter, yeah. Put the money in and start threatenin' whoever would even think've stealin' you while I go eat a burger" There's a shrug. Nevermind he also makes a point to put far too much money in said meter to cancel out risk of ticket. Paranoid about his car. That's a normal thing, definitely. For Dean Winchester, at least.

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