She's a Chick and She's my Impala

Author's note: this is a result of my boredom. I saw a picture someone drew that was doing a Supernatural version of 6x03 of Doctor Who. I switch around some quotes from that episode, as this is 6x03 Supernatural-ized. I made it my own. Enjoy!

They stopped running. Dean wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead. Sam and Dean looked at each other knowing the last place to run. Impala. They seemed to read each other's minds. They ran to the car, sneaking peaks behind them. When they neared the car Dean froze in his tracks. There was a girl lying on the ground covered in a black sheet. Dean put two fingers on her neck. Nothing.

Dean stood with a look of awe as the Impala engine started. He held up his keys to Sam. The Winchesters flinched as the girl shot up with a gasp. She looked at her fingers with curiosity and she looked at Dean, memorized.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"It was so dark in there." The girl said, distaste coming into her blue eyes. She pulled the black sheet closer. "It's so... what's the word? Cold. I wanna see where you go!"

"Not here." Sam replied. "We should be long gone."

"Escaping? Oh I LOVE when you guys escape with me!" The girl said excitedly. "Angel ooh where's the angel? I want to see him!"

"Ange- Cas?" Dean asked.

"Yeah! Castiel!" The girl said.

"We need to get out of here first." Sam said.

"Good idea, Sam." The girl said, nodding.

"You know our names?" Dean asked.

"I'm 47 years old, Dean." The girl replied smiling.

"That would mean you're over ten years older that me." Dean replied, confused.

"You were born in 1979. I was born in 1967." The girl replied. "You should know who I am, Dean. You know me the best." "The black sheet, why the black sheet?" Sam asked.

"Good. Dean, you should get this one." The girl said wrapping the sheet around herself.

"You're wrapping yourself with it like it's your body." Dean said. Body. His Chevrolet Impala sport was black. "Body! You can't be her!"

"Correct!" The Impala said, smiling. "It's darker than in there out here." She chuckled and her eyes glowed white like her headlights.

"What should I call you?" Dean asked.

"What you always call me. Baby." Baby said. Sam choked on a laugh.

"Alright, Baby how do we get out of here?" Dean asked. "You're still pale."

"Hmm..." Baby put a hand on the brothers, her engine sound echoing through their ears.

"What did you just-"

"I got here as soon as I could." Castiel said. "Who's that?"

"I'm Baby." Baby replied. Dean put a hand to his head. "You're Castiel!"

"Yes." Castiel replied awkwardly. "Automobiles don't have souls. This was a spell. "

"Did you see anyone?" Dean asked Baby.

"There was this guy. Ooh I can smell! He was a demon."

"Awesome. Name?"

"Allen. I'm coming with you." Her red lipgloss-covered lips pursed seeing Dean's face. "I am coming. You come back to me beaten, blood-covered, weak and dead! I'm tired of watching. Ever since that night in '83."

"Fine." Dean said with a sigh.

***

Dean lit a match against the box. The fire went over the bowl and a demon appeared.

"What do you want, WINCHESTER."

"Undo the spell." Dean demanded.

"Spells are in the blood."

"You know the one." Sam said.

"'Cause you asked nicely?" His eyes went wide. He was staring at Baby. She took off the black sheet revealing long, straight blonde hair, black leather boots, pants, jacket and belt, a silvery necklace, a black tang top and black and silvery earrings. "I mean, you sure?"

"I am." Dean said.

"Do it." Baby said, tapping the angel blade against her hair.

"Hmm." Baby walked over and nipped his arm. "FINE. It'll take an hour."

"Thanks." Baby said. Cas and Baby left him in the devil's trap. ***