The Impala was used to weird thing happening around him. After all, his owners hunted monsters for a living so it wasn't hard for him to know a thing or two about strange things in the night. It didn't help that he was now a human due to some weird mojo magic, assuming it's from a tricksters doing.
After being used to crashing, burning, being
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Thing is, just when you thought you saw it all, when you thought it couldn't get any weirder the place liked to surprise you. Like aliens, for instance. Who knew! And even with all the magicy mumbo jumbo this place uses he still couldn't find a damn way out of here. Oh sure, he found a way outside but that was it. It was nice, sure. Great to finally have some fresh air, but there was no way out of here. The hotel seemingly in the middle of the frigging Pacific... or Atlantic or wherever here was ( ... )
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Getting up from the bed, the tattooed pentagrams were branded clearly on his hips and the licensees plate tattoo above his ass was only covered slightly by the shorts. Once Dean stepped inside, he breathed a soft sigh of relief. At least he was okay. "Dean...hey." Baby stated softly, a small smile on his lips though it was obvious Dean didn't know who he was. Guess it's time to say who he was yeah?
"Um, your probably not gonna believe me but...I'm your car. Baby." Baby said, looking over Dean with bright blue eyes as he ran his fingers through his black hair. He was ready to dive from any bullets though if nodded because he knew his hunter well.
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"Hey," he replied, giving the guy a once over strictly to make sure he was okay, that there were no injuries that needed tending to, really, that was the only reason. Dean opened his mouth but snapped it shut the minute the guy started talking again, brow raising a little in response.
"Uh-huh," Dean started, then continued. "Yeah, you're right buddy, I don't believe you." Because really, his car turning into a person? Pfff, right. Logically speaking, if you could even apply logic to this situation, it was no different than say, turning his brother into a car. But that had been different. It was different!
"Let's just get some clothes on you and get out of here, yeah?"
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"Your name is Dean Winchester, born January 24th, 1979 in Lawrence Kansas. You have a little brother named Sam Winchester. Your favorite songs are a tie between "Ramblin' On" by Led Zeppelin and "Traveling Riverside Blues". When you were a kid, you stuffed legos in my air vent back when I was a car and whenever you turned on the heat, they rattled." Baby sated with ease, staring at the hunter with calmness and familiarity.
The former car would move to get some clothes but he wanted Dean to know who he was first and make him believe. It wasn't entirely impossible from him to change. Look at what they were in now.
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And sure, he could chalk half of that info up to shit anyone with a wifi connection could find out. Except the legos. That was something he'd never told anyone, though he suspected their father probably knew, how couldn't he with the way they rattled when the heat kicked on. And both times he rebuilt her -- him? -- he'd kept them in. They were what made that car their home.
Running his hand down his face, because what is his life even, Dean sighed. "Okay, say I believe you, and I'm not saying I do," Though he did even if he won't admit it right off. "A human though, really?" Dean then shook his head and waved the question off. "Alright, now what? And please put some damn clothes on." He had to admit though, not a bad choice for a human body.
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"Wasn't my choice. Someone turned me into this. Been lookin' for you since." Baby said with a shrug before moving toward the closet and opening it up to himself. Well fuck. All there really in this damn thing were sex toys, costumes and a whole lotta leather. Not that he minded it. He used to be leather and he still kinda smelled like it too. Sighing, Baby glanced back over at his owner.
"There's not really clothes in here, per say. Lotta costumes though and leather." Baby said, looking over his hunter for a moment. "Also, I know you have a fear of flying. It's why you drove everywhere..."
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"How long you been here, anyway?" Dean asked as he walked over to the closet to take a look, brow raising at some of the odd colored clothes. Yeah, okay, he wasn't that much of an ass to make someone wear that crap. Though standing where he was he could smell the faint hint of leather coming from the guy -- he refused to call him Baby -- as well as the scent of oil he used whenever he cleaned the leather seats and the dashboard to keep her -- him, jesus -- shiny and new ( ... )
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"About ten minutes." Baby responded with another shrug. H then realized Dean must've been here longer then he as. How his owner acted about the place made Baby think he was here for awhile. More then a month maybe if he could calculate it. As the hunter stood beside him, he started to shift a little where he stood, starting to feel a little hot and Dean was starting to look...well, good.
Snapping out of it, Baby took the shirt with a easy smile and slipped it on with a sigh. 'I know, De. You and your rep." He teased lightly as he shifted again. Damn, what was going on?
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