Blood, Guts, and Transformers (Sam Witwicky X Reader)

Wretched Plans

Green eyes fluttered open as he slowly woke up from sleep, his body sore and bones aching. Looking around, the man noticed immediately that he was not in a motel nor at his home. His surroundings were very unfamiliar to him, and he was sure that the strangely colored dirt on his shirt wasn't actually dirt. The pounding in his head caused him to wince, and the man wondered to himself.

'Where am I?'

Looking around, he deemed it to be some sort of basement. Although, there were strange markings that he had never seen before written all along the walls. Was this some sort of supernatural prison cell? Why would he be in something like this, if it was? The door swung open, and a man in a business suit walked in, smirking.

"It's good to see that you're awake, Dean Winchester. Let's get down to business, shall we?"

-READER POV-

Groaning, I threw my hands up in the air, exclaiming.

"Sam, you're seriously blowing this way out of proportion. We've known Baby for so long, and we talk about her...er, him...as if he was a real person anyway. I don't see why Baby being a transformer is so bad."

Sam rubbed his face in exasperation, hissing quietly as to not let Baby hear him.

"Are you serious right now? Listen to yourself. Baby is a transformer. A living robot. Why can't I freak out about this, when there is plenty to be freaked out about?"

I rolled my eyes and whisper-yelled back at him, poking him in the chest.

"It's fine to be freaked out about it, Sam. You're just being dramatic! So, Baby is a transformer. Who cares! That just means that we have a better chance of finding Dad because of the technology that Baby has that we don't!"

Sam pursed his lips and ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth. Castiel was silent, staring at us two. He took a breath before saying.

"As much as this unsettles me, (Y/n) is right. If Baby is as technologically advanced as she says he is, then we do have a higher chance of finding Dean."

Sam stared at the two of us before his shoulders slumped, his breath leaving him with a defeated sigh.

"Fine, fine. I just don't know how this ends well in any way. Dean is going to lose his shit when he finds out, you know that, right?"

I bit my lip and shrugged, looking at Sam as I supposed.

"I don't know. Dad gets hyped up about the strangest things. I think Baby being a sentient being will make all of his wildest dreams come true."

Sam's face paled as an image crossed his mind, and I punched his arm in realization, muttering.

"You're an imbecile."

Rubbing his arm, Sam pouted slightly, grabbing his duffel bag before following me into the garage, Baby turning to look at us. He gave us a deadpan look, asking.

"You guys done talking shit, or do I have enough time to recharge?"

I scoffed.

"We weren't talking shit about you. Don't flatter yourself like that."

Rolling his glowing green optics, Baby just shook his head.