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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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Dean was unamused and came to a new question "So where're the weapons from the trunk?" He rose an eyebrow, unable to help but hide the bit of a smirk that crossed his face, thinking he trumped the stranger because there was absolutely no way those weapons could have made it without killing the man in front of him.

"Well..." Baby blinked, then shoved his hand into his jacket pocket. A handful of salt, some stray bullets. Sam's army man. It didn't seem like much had made it out; it had been swallowed into the void, evidently.

"Ah, wait a second." Baby patted down his body, eventually coming up with a serrated knife and a handgun, which he proudly presented to Dean. "That's all I have."

He frowned, looking at the items presented to him and crossed his arms over his chest. "So you have an army man and stuff that can be found in the car. Tell me somethin' only my car would know. Or show me somethin' to actually prove it." The initials or something, even.

"...you used to hold Sam at night, when you were little." Dean asked, so Baby obliged, watching him cross his arms. "While he was sleeping, and your dad was driving. You'd listen to my engine to fall asleep, and I'd purr quietly to help."

"Or there was that time with the Miranda girl when you were 17. In my backseat." Baby grinned a little, raising an eyebrow.

His jaw clenched, belief in his eyes now, his chest tight as well. The only people who would know about the first would be his dad and brother besides him, and with Miranda... Well...

He pulled his phone out of his pocket to call Sam and tell him to stop searching for the Impala and just look for a motel room or something in the area. At the end of the call right before hanging up on his younger brother, though, he realized something.

"Wait you've been a guy this whole goddamned time?!" Needless to say Sammy was confused by the statement but had exactly zero time to question what with being hung up on like that. Dean, meanwhile, pocketed the phone and looked to the Impala turned human.

"Technically, I was a car the whole time," Baby pointed out, grinning and not smug in the least. Okay, sue him, it was kind of exciting to talk with a mouth. Kind of awesome, in a way. And Dean believed him now, so there was that, too. "I don't really have a gender. I mean, this is my first time in a human body, but I'm sure being a woman would be just as interesting."

"It makes sense, though," Baby shrugged, thinking about it. "I'm a muscle car. With a stick shift. You can still use female pronouns if it makes you feel better." He really doesn't care.

Never had Dean been more frustrated with his car than right now. Never had he thought he would think something like that and actually mean it entirely. Of course, imagining what Baby would look like as a woman was briefly distracting, as well. He looked down to his phone as he got a text from Sam with the address for the motel he found and a rental car place. That part definitely earned him making a face.

"Let's just get to the damned motel and meet up with Sam." He moved to lead the way in the direction of the motel. He supposed he would have to rent a car, or buy a new one, or steal cars, until Baby was Baby again and not a human.

"Okay." Baby nodded emphatically, following Dean closely. No, he didn't look like a lost puppy. Okay, only kind of. At least he wasn't tripping over his own feet ~~yet~~. "Ha. I can steer myself."

Now, that might not go over well. Not that Baby was the jealous type - except that he kind of was. Sam might have to drive for a while if they didn't want him pouting.

Dean glanced over his shoulder, huffing a soft chuckle at the line itself. He was making sure the man - his car. This was his car still not just some guy - wasn't going to trip over his own feet. And if he did, he wanted to be there to keep him from getting hurt.

The entire car situation up to the potential need to hotwire it, would be Sam's decision. Dean would be the pickiest son of a bitch when it came to the choice of car.

I'm not saying he'd take 3 hours to pick a car. I'm saying it'd take closer to 6. And that's just for a maybe

Baby was all too happy to go wherever Dean did. That was...kind of the point of him, as a car. But now, he got to go to the places he normally couldn't; he was small enough. It was all very exciting for him.

Well, at least they have that in common. But Dean handling another steering wheel? It just didn't seem right to Baby, at all. "This is it, right?"

He blinked at the question before looking to see the motel was there. There was then a nod "Yeah. This is the place." It was proven when Sam poked his head out the door of their room. He walked over and into the room with Baby, looking around the room for a minute.

"I seriously just.. I swear to god we've gotten the same room at like every goddamned motel we've gone to, Sammy." He shook his head a bit before flopping down onto the couch as he sat.

It was a whole new world to Baby, and he took it in like a kid at Disney World. It was unexpectedly colorful, and while pink and seafoam weren't exactly what Baby would call style, who was he to judge?

"Woah." Baby poked at the drapery on the window, and Sam just looked between the car-turned-man and his brother with profound confusion. "Why are you covering the windows?"

Dean still didn't look happy with the situation in any way shape or form, but he also wasn't taking his eyes off Baby, out of concern for this going wrong. At the question, he rose an eyebrow and shrugged "More privacy and cheaper 'en tintin' 'em."

Or in Deans case with tinting windows since he would never pay someone else to touch his car, less frustrating to just buy covers for a motel room window. He shifted on the couch for now, kicking his feet up onto the small table there.

The two brothers were quiet for a moment before Sam awkwardly cleared his throat before speaking up "So what're we gonna do about actually getting around?" Dean shot him a look with a raised eyebrow in response that could easily be read, but he spoke up anyway.

"You wanna temporary car, you're in charge've findin' it, Sammy." Dean refused to drive another car. He was making that much clear now. "And before you say anything, of course I'm still gonna be throwin' my two cents in so you can deal with it." There was a shrug, all he spoke was truth.

Ah yes, Baby remembers the cursing that came along with that particular DIY project. Dean was not a happy man; Baby enjoyed it, although he did get a little messy in the process.

The smile Baby grants Dean is one no man would be able to fake. Good. He didn't have any plans to be driving anyone else. Not that Baby was jealous...

Sam just huffs a little, annoyed but already knowing this was a lost battle. "Alright, but what about - him?" Sam shoots Baby a befuddled look. "I mean - don't let me overstate this - what the hell?"

At the smile, more doubt of this man being his car faded and he wasn't entirely sure why a sincere smile like that would be what it took. A small smile twitched at his lips before Sam spoke and he shrugged, shifting a bit in his seat before speaking.

"Why not share a story about Sammy he'd know?" He looked to Baby, not saying any pet names or anything like that. That would have been weird. This was two different things. A way to put more concrete evidence of this being his car as well as getting leverage on his brother.

"And he's gonna be with us. We'll figure out what the hell happened and go from there."

"I know about the piss bottle, Sam," Baby says ominously, and Sam blinks at him, thoroughly surprised. "But don't worry, I think the iPod jack ranks higher on the list of sins."

"...so I'm gonna go find that car now..." Sam tries his damnedest to squirm out of the conversation, and Baby watches with fond amusement.

Dean rose an eyebrow, just listening and watching for now as Sam fled the conversation and motel room with his laptop and called after him "You show me some bitch car I'll beat your ass, Sammy!" But he was closing the door as the last word left the elders lips.

So he sighed and rolled his eyes before his focus was back to Baby. "Take a seat so I can go over some ground rules for bein' human with you." He couldn't lose his car. Even if his car was human right now, Baby was still right there. Just a bit harder to keep track of personally. So, he supposed he'd have to go through the obvious facts of don't drink motor oil or anything.

Sam's reply is unintelligible beyond the door, and Baby leans back in his seat, pleased. The motel room certainly is interesting, and he cranes his head to look around curiously. But, of course, he parks dutifully in the seat.

"Ground rules, huh? I've never had rules before." His passengers had rules, but Baby didn't.

"That's because it was easier for me to take care've you. Humans ain't the same and no doubt you'd rather be movin' around than sittin' still." Dean stretched out and looked over to the other male. How was he supposed to start this? Straight up tell him no for most of the car things he's used to? Seemed smart enough, right?

"First, humans don't run on gas. They run on food and sleep. So no gas. No motor oil. You try drinkin' either we're gonna have problems." Dean would rather not have to explain to doctors in the hospital why the guy he's bringing in downed any form of oil. "Knowin' you're you, I'd rather not have t'deal with people tellin' me what I gotta do or anything like that or even touchin' you."

He realized in about a second he sounded like possessive boyfriend now that the person he was saying this to was a human and not a car. But the motor oil being a no no for eating was one of the more important things, right?

"You know that's true, car or human." Baby chuckles, leg already bouncing as he sits. And really, Dean, he has no idea how to be a human. Yes, the basic were probably your best bet.

"What?" He seems scandalized. It's all he's ever known and as far as he can remember, gas and oil are pretty damn good. "But Dean-"

"Why would people be touching me?" Whether it's better or worse that Baby isn't questioning Dean's authority on the who-touches-him matter, well, that's for Dean to determine. But Dean is his owner, as weird and not-legal as that sounded now that he was human.

He huffed a chuckle and nodded at how the other was even showing that sitting still was tough. And he wasn't sure if that was something that would ever change.

"As a human, that stuff can kill you. When you're feelin' hungry, we'll go to a diner and get somethin' to eat there." He gave a shrug. Chances were, he'd be able to eat something at any point in the day. "If something happened that I couldn't help you with. That's why." He sighed, giving a half shrug at that. "I ain't good with humans havin' issues. When you were a car, fixin' you up was easier."

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Probably not. He was born of oil and rubber and pliable metal, not beating blood and sinew and skin. Some things just couldn't be contained.

Baby was not pouting. Okay, maybe a little. But no oil? It's like a punishment, and he doesn't understand what he's done wrong.

"It's not all that different. All my parts are here. Just...mixed around."

"I'll find ya somethin' to replace it with." Maybe coffee would work. Caffeine in general. He refused to let his car touch energy drinks, though. Too much bad shit in those things. Coffee, though. That would have been better. And only the best coffee. Baby might be human but that wasn't going to stop any spoiling. It would just be weird at first. Very... Very weird.

"Really?" There was an eyebrow raise "You mind givin' me a bit've an idea've what I'm workin' with, then?

Baby sunk back in his seat, still grumbling but taking Dean at his word. He wondered what could be similar, but if Dean said there was something, he believed him.

"I mean," Baby touches his jacket. "Leather seats." His hand runs over his tight jeans. They might look uncomfortable, but he was perfectly content. "Paint job."

"Makes sense since they look damned near painted on." He chuckled, looking at the jeans after the jacket. He inspected the clothing for any damage. Even slight fading to the pants would cause issues to him because he always did his best to keep his car in the best of conditions, after all.

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