Baby

One Hell of a Problem

The first sign that something was wrong was when Dean heard Sammy shout "DEAN!" and he could hear it from his room.

Rolling out of bed, clad in only his boxers and quickly yanking on an AC/DC shirt, Dean left Cas in bed as he rushed to where he heard Sam's shout. Of course, at typical as the Winchesters are, Dean called out "SAM!" and found him in the garage.

The second sign that things were very wrong was that Sam, usually calm, cool, collected in stressful situations, was basically bathing in sweat and pacing, muttering. Dean figured it would be useless to talk and ask what the hell was happening, so Dean (gently) shoved Sammy to the side to see around him. Around him, Dean could see why Sam was so freaked out.

Sitting on the floor Indian style, sat a (Dear God don't let Cas know Dean thought this) super, smokin' hot chick. She had caramel like skin and jet black hair. Her hair was almost a mohawk, with the sides shaved to a fuzz but the middle wasn't sticking up like a mohawk. It was long, sleek, and reached down to about her shoulders. She had black feather earrings in. Minimum scars scattered about her face, but they weren't noticeable by the girl's beauty.

She also had a decent sized rack, to be fully honest. If Dean was guessing by sight, he'd say a C or D at least. But he didn't take time to notice it because he was looking at her outfit: she wore a white tank top (she had a red and black bra on, from what Dean could tell), a red plaid flannel, and a black, studded leather jacket. As she stood up, Dean could see her maroon combat books and tight fitted, navy blue skinny jeans. In the center of the whole outfit was her belt. The belt was odd because it was a mini version of his license plate; KAZ 2Y5. Why in the world would some super hot chick be sitting in his garage with a mini plate on her belt?

Then it stuck Dean that Baby was gone.

Rage surged through his veins as he walked right up to the chick and said, "Where the Hell is my Baby? Where'd you take her?" The Mark itched a little as his blood boiled, but the heat came to a stop when the girl, speaking in an almost purr of a tone, spoke and said, "Oh Dean. I am Baby. Can't recognize your own beloved car?"

A smirk formed on the girl's, Baby's, lips. This seemed to be a game to her, and before Dean could say anything else, her hand went into her pockets. One hand went to back left pocket, and the other went to her front right. Pulling her hands out and facing them up, Dean could see what was saved in those tight jeans.

In the palm of her hands were a couple of Legos and an army man. If Dean hadn't gasped, he might have actually heard Sammy gasp.

"Sam stuffed the army man in my ash tray in the back, right behind the driver's seat. You, being the oldest and sometimes the dumbest, stuffed these Legos in my vents. They rattle every time you turn the heat on." She smiled and then stuffed the Legos and army mam back in her pockets, the proceeded to lift her shirt until her ribs were visible, baring S.W and D.W in choppy, straight lines, as if cut by knives. "Also, thanks. Branded by you boys. Along with the devil's trap on the small of my back. I have a freakin' devil's trap tramp stamp! C'mon Dean!" Her lips formed a pout, but her words and facial features were full on sarcasm. Dean wanted to be mad, but how could he? This was Baby! His Baby!

"B-But... How in the hell?" That's all Dean could manage to say. It was one thing when the Trickster/Archangel Gabriel changed Sam into the Impala (that was still weird to think about, but completely hilarious), but this was different. This was his car that was now a human; a totally badass human, but still a human.

Baby sauntered over to Sam, halted his strides, and leaned on him as she looked to Dean and said, "My, my. Someone is a bit forgetful. That sigil you seen? That was real, Deanie. It was really there, and now I'm cursed. I'm cursed to change everyday until you break the damn curse. Thank those witches. Figuring out what it looked like or how to break it is beyond me. I'm only a car. You two are the Men of Letters and hunters. Plus you have an angel." She smirked then patted Sam on the chest, right where his anti possession tattoo would be.

Baby spun on her heels then walked towards the exit, waving and nearly running into Cas.

"If you boys need me, I'll be in the kitchen. I need to fuel up on some human food. Also, no one will be ridin' be for a long time!" Dean could hear her laugh at her own joke then begin singing Eye of the Tiger as she went.

Cas looked more baffled than usual, which was saying a lot. All Dean could do was rub his face with his hands and groan in frustration. He was the only one who knew what that sigil looked like. He's the only one who could figure out how to break the spell. And since him, Sam, and Cas all murdered those witches, there was no going to them for answers.

"Fuck," was all Dean could say about the situation.