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Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner


Shut Up Baby

Dean tilted the shot back into his throat, swallowing hard, and slammed it back onto the bar.

Using whiskey won't make it go away, A voice in his head said. Alcohol is not the way to make it go away. Yeah, it'll dull it for awhile, but it always comes back, stronger and nastier than when it left. You know that. He shook his head and grabbed the other shot, threw it back, and dropped the glass. The bar was loud and noisy, just like the drums in his head, banging against his temples in rhythm he didn't understand.

Last night had been enough. Last night had made him see something he hadn't before. Last night showed him what Hell had made of him. Last night showed him he was more of a monster than he thought. That's why he was drinking right now. He'd never actually say it himself, but that was it. If you asked him if what Castiel had told him had bothered him, he'd reply with half a shrug and a "Nah." Why would it? All he had to do was stop Lucifer from killing anyone and everyone on Earth. The world would end in fire and brimstone if he didn't stop it. And he was alone.

He couldn't do it. Hell had taken something away from him and made him weak. Maybe last year he could have. Maybe before Sam died. But now? Now he just couldn't. He wasn't strong enough. Drinking won't make all that hurt go away.

"Can I get another round, please?" He asked. The bartender nodded and turned. A year ago he would have been all over this girl in a second. Now, now he didn't want anything to do with women. Anyone that came into his life got hurt or screwed up in one way or another. A year ago he would have done a lot of things. But forty years had changed all that.

The girl set the shot glass on the bar and continued down the row, turning to grab a beer or a bottle of vodka.

"Hey." Sam said, coming up next to him and sitting on the barstool.

"Anything?" He asked hopefully. Sam shook his head.

"No. It's a dead lead. Apparently there was a series of food poisonings that killed those people." Sam said.

"That fast?" Dean asked. Sam nodded. "Bet that company's getting their asses sued off right now." He knocked the shot back with ease, barely noticing the burn of the alcohol.

"Yeah," Sam said. "Multimillion dollar lawsuits." Dean's brows rose.

"Greedy bastards, huh?" He said. Sam smiled lightly. "So, what now?"

"I don't know," Sam shrugged. "We could look into those electrical storms in Texas." He said. Dean nodded and stood.

"Yeah, that'll work." He said. He turned and headed for the door, not bothering to check if Sam was behind him. Sam followed him out, breathing in the warm night air. He wished they'd go to places like Arizona more often. It was at least seventy five, and it was February. Dean walked ahead of him into the parking lot. He stopped suddenly, like he had hit a brick wall Sam couldn't see.

"Dean?" Sam said, walking toward his brother. "Dean what's-"

"My car!" Dean blurted. "Where the hell is my car?!" Sam looked around. The Impala was nowhere to be seen. "Sam," Dean said, breath heavy. "Where the hell is my car?!" Sam shook his head.

"I don't know." He said. Dean was turning in all directions, frantically trying to find the one thing he could count on in this world. He nearly ran to the spot he had parked, and he stopped abruptly when he reached it.

A woman stood there. Average height, long jet black hair that was totally straight. Her eyes were a pale gray. They seemed to glow almost. Her skin was tanned, and it looked great compared to the leather pants and corset that stopped at her midriff. But the girl had no shoes.

"S'cuse me," Dean said. "Did you see an old black Chevy parked here a little while ago?" He asked.

"Yeah." The girl said. Her voice was beautiful. It was rich, but soft at the same time. It reminded him of something he couldn't quite pin down.

"Uh, did you see anyone take it? Or do you know where it is?" He asked. The girl nodded, a nervous look on her face.

"Yeah, I know where it is." She said, her voice still entrancing.

"Where?" Sam asked. The girl grimaced and pointed at her chest.

"Right here." She said. Dean's brow creased.

"What?" He said.

"I am the car, Dean." She said. Sam's eyes grew. Dean folded his arms over his chest, a smirk planted on his face.

"Funny," He said. "Now, either tell me where my car is, or get the hell out of here."

"Dean," The girl implored. "It's me. It really is, I swear." Dean snickered.

"Yeah? Prove it." He challenged. She folded her arms and pursed her lips.

"You had sex with an angel inside me a few months ago," She stated. Dean's jaw dropped. "Satisfied?" She asked.

"Wh-what?" Dean stammered. "How, how in the hell did, did you…? You're not serious are you?" She giggled.

"Dean, honey, I have no idea. I mean, being with you Winchesters for over thirty years now and I've seen some crazy shit but this, I really have no idea."

"Am I dreaming?" Dean asked. "Like seriously? Or did somebody slip me something in the bar?"

"No, Dean you're not dreaming or on some acid trip or something. As unreal as this is, I'm alive." She was looking around the parking lot, her pale eyes wide. Her arms were wrapped around her chest, like she was trying to make sure she was all there.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked. She nodded, the shook her head.

"No, Sam, I don't think so." She looked at him, and slowly her face turned into a scowl.

"I have a serious bone to pick with you." She said, jabbing him in the chest.

"What did I do?" Sam asked. She scoffed.

"Let's see, you gave me plastic surgery without my permission."

"You mean the iPod jack?" Sam asked. "That was-"

"And that semi a few years ago? I still shudder every time I see one. Do you have any idea what it's like to have your whole body ripped apart?" She turned and looked at Dean. "Thank you for fixing me and not giving up on me. I appreciate it." She looked back at Sam.

"Hey, look that was an accident." Sam defended.

"Oh and let's not forget the fun adventures of you and the Demon you shack up with in the back seat." She shivered. Dean turned to his brother.

"What?!" He bellowed, blood rushing to his face. She clamped her hands over her mouth.

"I've said too much, haven't I?" She asked. Sam nodded.

"Dean, how many people have you had sex with in the Impala?" He asked.

"Nine." She said.

"Not the point. My car I get to do what I want in it." Dean snapped.

"Devil's food cake and Angel's food cake all in the same back seat. You tell that Anna chick to take it easy on the window next time. I mean ow." She said. Dean and Sam both were still incredulous.

"How in the hell did this happen Sam?" Dean whispered. Sam shook his head.

"I have no idea Dean."

"Uh, hello?" She said. "I'm right here. I can hear you guys ya know."

"Sorry." Dean said.

"Well, can we get out of the creepy parking lot? This has been fun and all but I'd like to get out of this leather get up." She said. Dean cleared his throat.

"I actually think it's very flattering." He said. She smiled at him.

"You would. So, leaving?" She said.

"That's gonna be a little hard since my car is now flesh and blood." Dean said.

"Call Bobby. It's not rocket science boys." She said.

"Right." Sam said, drawing his phone and turning away from them. She walked up to Dean and held her hand out.

"Nice to meet you Dean." She said. He smiled and took it.

"Nice to meet you too, uh..?"

"Baby," She said. "That is my name right?" His grin broadened.

"Yeah, I guess it is. So what's with the handshake? I think I know you better than a stupid handshake." She pursed her lips and nodded.

"You're right," She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his cheek. "I've been waiting a really long time to meet you."

"Likewise," He said. "So, aren't you supposed to be like, forty something?"

"I have the engine of a twenty six year old." She said. He laughed.

"You look very good for your age." He said.

"My owner takes really good care of me." She said wryly.

"Good for him." He said.

"Bobby said he'll be here in a minute." Sam said. "He was a couple counties over dealing with a bunch of demons."

"When aren't we dealing with demons lately?" Baby asked.

"What do you mean 'we'?" Sam asked. She put her hand on her hip.

"Look, just because you guys do all of the serious killing doesn't mean I don't do the same amount of work."

"When have you had to do anything serious?" Sam asked.

"Huh!" She scoffed. "Let's see, I played chicken with a truck twice my size, I was possessed by some white woman with anger issues. I had my tires slashed a few months ago, and that hurts! I got ripped to pieces by a semi," She turned to Dean. "Thank you again by the way. I got my throat ripped out by you!" She jabbed her finger in Sam's chest. "IPod jack my ass. I was made with a cassette tape player for a reason!" She yelled.

"Told you it was a bad idea." Dean grumbled. She turned on him.

"And you!" She spat. "You left me for four months with the same guy that totaled me two years ago! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Hey that was, a special circumstance." He said. She folded her arms.

"I didn't even get a goodbye either." She pouted.

"Sorry Baby." He said. She glanced sideways at him.

"Cheater. Make that face…" She murmured. A truck pulled into the parking lot and squealed to a halt. Bobby stepped out of the cab staring scornfully at Sam and Dean.

"You boys can't even hang onto a damn car. Dean, you look pretty calm, are you in shock?" He asked. Dean shook his head.

"No, Bobby, I know exactly where my car is." He said.

"Where?" Bobby asked. Baby raised her hand.

"That'd be me." She said. Bobby looked sideways at the boys.

"Does she need to be dropped off at a hospital?" He asked. Sam laughed.

"No, Bobby, that's the Impala."

"Do you need to be dropped off at hospital?"

"Robert Stephen Singer it's me." She snapped. Bobby's eyes grew.

"Holy crap." He said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah car's a person big wow. Now can we please get out of here my feet are cold."

"You two explain later." Bobby said. Dean nodded.

"Will do." He said. Baby sighed and opened the door to the truck.

"Well this is awkward." She said, and climbed into the cab. Dean shook his head.

"Shut up Baby."

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