Baby

Sandwiches and Secrets

Baby was human.

His car was a friggin' human!

Dean didn't know if this was a good or bad thing at first, but the moment he walked into the kitchen to see it a wreck, he realized it was a bad thing.

Human girl Baby had totally trashed the kitchen. Chips littered the counter, bread was either on the floor or crushed on the counter with the chips, and anything that could be used for a sandwich was on the floor and table or in the sink. Friggin' raw meat that Dean planned on using for a steak night was slung over the coffee machine. Dean nearly wanted to throw up seeing the sight. In the mix of it was Baby, who now had fresh stains on her shirt and jacket. Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and gave a loud sigh.

"Baby, what in the actual fuck have you done? This is not making a sandwich. This is making a mess of my kitchen," Dean said, more than just annoyed. This was over the top stupid. It was almost as stupid as the time when Sam wanted Spaghetti O's then after it was made, told Dean he wanted cereal. This was more than stupid though.

"Well, I wanted a sandwich. I didn't realize I didn't know how to make it. But you can make me one, right Deanie baby? Plus I need to shower. I have mustard in my hair." Baby batted her eyelashes then sauntered out of the kitchen. Dean heard Sam and Cas in the hall and then heard Sam whistle behind him.

"Looks like a real mess Dean." Dean spun around and glared at a smiling Sam. Cas was smiling too.

"Cas, use some of that angel mojo you have and clean this up. I need to lay something out for Baby so she doesn't walk out naked. I don't want Sammy here banging my car." Dean smiled a little bit. It was funny to think of Sam doing Baby since she was a car.

"It wouldn't be the weirdest thing either one of us has had sex with, Dean." All three boys laughed at Sam's remark.

Dean spun around and moved between his brother and his angel and went towards his room. Once in there, he pulled out a pair of boxers and one of his black shirts. He also rummaged through a suit case and pulled out a pastel pink bra and lace underwear that matched. Dean smiled slightly as he remembered how he got these.

It was still while he was a demon and he decided to hook up one night. The girl ended up being fantastic but forgot her bra and underwear in his room. Of course, when he remembered it after no longer being a demon, he washed it and just kept them. He didn't admit it out loud to anyone, but the lace underwear were pretty comfortable.

Comfortable and clean. They haven't been used in two months now.

Dean folded the clothes and walked to the bathroom and shouted in, "Hey, Baby! There's clothes out here for you. They might be a bit big but good enough." He didn't know if she heard, but he dropped the clothes in a neat pile and left them by the door. Dean ruffled his hair and sighed, walking to the kitchen so he can actually make something for Baby to eat.

-

Dean had his laptop up but wasn't using it. He was actually texting Cas, who was in Dean's room.

Dean, your text messages are inappropriate.

C'mon Cas! It's been awhile since I've gotten you alone let alone been able to sext you. Hell, I haven't been able to pray to you.

You could now.

I know, but I rather text so I can see em later.

Dean my pants are rather tight from your previous messages.

Dean grinned and continued to text Cas until he heard the crash of glass from behind him. He looked up to see Baby in the clothes that he had left out for her. He turned his head to see Sam, who had the look of shock and was blushing slightly. Dammit Sammy!