I play the road and the highway is my song

Name's Impala, but I go by Baby. My favorites are the classics. I like to kick back & enjoy road trips. I try to be reliable and I've always got the Winchesters's backs. John owned me first, then handed me down to Dean. Stayed with Sam for a few months. Now, somehow, I've turned into a human. Might as well enjoy it. Don't be afraid to talk to me, promise I won't bite.

[babymetallicar67]

New Years || Open

[callxofthexwild-blog]

"Nickname, yes?" he asked, taking the glass from her, but not yet taking a sip of the drink. It wasn’t often he came across someone with a name like that. "I mean, I can’t imagine your parents just called you Baby for your entire life.” The smile was still on his face as he talked to her casually, eventually taking a sip of the burning liquid within. 

As he set the glass back down on the counter, he met her eyes. “Jacob,” said the werewolf, shrugging. “Well, I haven’t been around here all that much. The town isn’t usually my normal pace, if you know what I mean. It’s a bit… small.” Which wasn’t exactly the whole truth, of course, but it would do. He couldn’t exactly tell the pretty young bartender he spent most of his time out in the woods under a full moon, now, could he? 

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Baby pursed her lips at his first question. It really wasn't a nickname. Always, as long as she can remember, she had been called Baby. Sure, when she became human she could have gone with Chevy, or Impala, or even made up a real, human name for herself. Still, she stuck with Baby because it wasn't just a nickname, that was who she was.

She shrugged at that, lips pursed into an indifferent expression. "Not a nickname," she stated simply, taking a sip out of the coffee mug she had behind the counter. "No parents either." And wasn't that the truth. Baby wondered what the hell this guy was thinking about her at this point.

"Town's small, you're right about that," she agreed with a small smile. "Still, I like it that way. Get to know everyone, feel comfortable with them. Know all the gossip," the woman joked. "You more of a city guy then, Jacob?"

[babymetallicar67]

New Years || Open

Baby zipped up her jacket as she made her way down the driveway and to the sidewalk path that would lead her into town. Her heels clicked with every wobbly step she took on the pavement. She wasn’t used to walking in heels, never thought she would have to. But it was New Years, and she had promised to help out at the bar for the swamped, busy night. Only an hour into her shift, Baby’s feet were killing her and she was exhausted. Everyone in the bar was shitfaced drunk and desperately needy for their next drink, and quick. With a sigh, she glanced up at the person taking a seat at the bar in front of her.

"What can I get you?" the woman asked without even barely glancing up at the person.

[callxofthexwild-blog]

His plans having fallen through, Jacob decided to stop by the local bar he’d seen in town, having not been by since arriving. It didn’t seem like too bad a place, though a bit more downgraded from his usual establishments. It was definitely crowded tonight, being the customary celebrations to ring in the new year, but Jacob had little cause for such a thing. What was one more year to add to his life? 

The sound of a feminine voice drew his attention, and he smiled, eyes glinting. “Well… how about whiskey, and a name, love.” 

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Suppressing a roll of her eyes, having heard that exact line probably five times since she started working, Baby simply ignored the comment and got the whiskey he asked for. As she poured it, though, she felt slightly guilty. The man was only trying to hold a conversation, possibly even trying to just simply be nice rather than creepy. With a sigh, she glanced up at him and smiled as she put the glass of whiskey in front of him.

"Baby," the woman answered politely. "And who are you?" she asked. "I haven't seen you around before and it's a pretty small town here."

[babymetallicar67]

New Years || Open

Baby zipped up her jacket as she made her way down the driveway and to the sidewalk path that would lead her into town. Her heels clicked with every wobbly step she took on the pavement. She wasn't used to walking in heels, never thought she would have to. But it was New Years, and she had promised to help out at the bar for the swamped, busy night. Only an hour into her shift, Baby's feet were killing her and she was exhausted. Everyone in the bar was shitfaced drunk and desperately needy for their next drink, and quick. With a sigh, she glanced up at the person taking a seat at the bar in front of her.

"What can I get you?" the woman asked without even barely glancing up at the person.

[insomniumnox]

Ink | Sam and Baby

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  ”Well… Yeah.”  Sam’s brow furrowed, deep creases setting across his forehead as he turned to look at Baby again.  It kinda went without saying.  He didn’t think he had to say it, but apparently she’d needed that extra little bit of reassurance.

      “You were family before you were human, this… It doesn’t change anything.  Well… It obviously changes some things — functional things — but nothing about what you mean to us…”  

          ‘Us’ — was a little all encompassing, but once Dean knew the full story, he doubted it’d be any different for his brother either.  Yes, he’d flip his shit that his precious car was no longer a car — but seriously?  The chance to just talk to her and have her talk back, instead of just being a silent presence was… Wonderful.  Weird, but wonderful.  There were no explanations needed.  No stuttered half truths about who they really were, what they did, what they’d been through.  There were other moments, the ones which only she’d seen — things that were private and just between the two of them, no doubt she had a whole heap of them with Dean too.  Out of everyone, family and friends included, perhaps she knew more about them than anyone.

                        A small laugh then, Sam giving a slight shake of his head, “Seriously?  Which part of our lives hasn’t been bat shit crazy?  Name one day… I dare you.  You really think that after everything I’ve seen this is gonna throw me?”  Well, it had, but not for long… There’d been the marks, and the things that — quite literally — no one else could possibly know.  So just like every other whacked out ‘supposedly impossible’ thing, Sam just found some kind of acceptance and slotted it in with everything else.  

         ”You were always there for me, how could I not come back?”  When she reached out and squeezed his hand, Sam just wrapped larger fingers around her slender digits and tugged, switching out the grip to throw one overly long arm out and around her shoulders, giving a half hug, half full body squeeze in return.  Yeah, it might be a little over personal, but screw it.  He’d sat in, on, or around her most of his damn life.  Slept in her, drooled on her seats — she’d been his home.

   ”Not gonna leave you either.  I’m just so sorry it took so long to find you… Or… You to find me.  Don’t fool yourself, besides, you should know by now…”

                             ”…Once a Winchester, always a Winchester.”

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”…Once a Winchester, always a Winchester.”

Those words just about hit home in Baby's heart, pulling at heart strings and emotions she didn't even know existed. The hug was pretty much the breaking point and she almost didn't even pull away. She just wanted to stay there forever. Or, at least until things were better.

There was always something missing. For the past year and a half, Baby had been all on her own aside from that missing piece of time when she did have someone. The house, the dog, the protection, the money.. It was all from them, and she couldn't even remember who they were. All Baby knew was that there was a huge chunk of time that was just blurry in her memories and there wasn't a way to reverse it.

And she had tried.

But now, she wasn't alone anymore. Regardless, the memories were still gone, still hazy... But, Baby had family again, she had people-- or at least one person-- that cared for her, wanted to help her, spend time with her, just be apart of this new life she was given. At times, Baby broke down. It could be in the middle of watching a movie, after a horrendous nightmare, even once in the middle of the diner. Didn't matter where or when because it just happened without warning, without her consent... She was dangerously close right now with her arms wrapped around Sam's body like she was clinging onto him, like he was keeping her on the ground, why she didn't speak a word.

Baby was scared. Though, she hardly ever admitted it, Baby was scared of everything. This world outside of driving around was terrifying. That's all she knew how to do was drive, be on the move. She knew how to be a home, a rock for the people she loved and admired. This whole human thing, however, had thrown her a curveball. Still after all this time of learning and being taught and teaching herself, Baby didn't even know a portion of the things she should know about being human. She would be out and about in public, something would happen and bam! she was lost. Stuck. Confused.

Not anymore. No, now she had a family. Always did, but now she had them by her side, along with her. Just Sam right now, but Just Sam right now was more than perfectly okay with her. Baby wiped at her eyes and pulled back from the hug, knowing that it had lasted a little longer than what was usually socially acceptable in this situation, but then again she needed to work on her people skills so she simply brushed it aside and took a few steadying breaths.

"Don't make me cry," she warned him quietly, looking up with blue eyes full of happiness, relief, love, and everything else in between. "I'll kick your ass Sam, don't think I won't," Baby joked and offered him a small, thankful smile for  his words. He would never  know just how much these small actions and little comments meant to her.

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❅ send me christmas questions ❅

Gingerbread: Do you like tea?

Tinsel: What perfume/cologne do you wear?

Ribbon: What's a book that had a strong impact on you?

Holly: Who was the last person you sent a letter to?

North Pole: What in your life are you most grateful for?

Christmas Carole: Would you change your name if you could?

Santa: What's your favorite month?

Noell: At a movie theature, which armrest is yours?

Rudolf: What's a band a family member introduced you to?

Candy Cane: Can you make paper snowflakes?

Eggnog: What was the name of your first stuffed animal?

Mrs. Clause: Have you ever been on a boat in the ocean?

Ice: Would you rather be overdressed or underdressed at every party?

Hot Cocoa: What's your favorite thing about yourself?

Reindeer: What is your spirit animal?

Yule Log: Least favorite vegetable?

Stocking: What color are your socks right now?

Elf: If you had unlimited money to one shop, which shop would it be?

Wreath: Are you allergic to anything?

Cookies: Top three favorite bands?

Toys: Do you want children?

Sleigh Bells: Can you whistle?

Snowman: Do you like accents?

[lifexofxpie]

Dude, where's my car || Dean and Impala

[babymetallicar67]

Baby opened her mouth to say something, but simply let her lips fall back together when he denied sitting yet again. Was that jealousy she was feeling when he said he had been cooped up inside a car all morning because it wasn’t her? Sure, yeah, that could be part of it, but there was something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

And again when she went to speak up, she stopped herself. Her brows furrowed together and a frown creased her face. “Dean, don’t you dare sit there and patronize me by calling me ‘Lady’,” Baby huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Go ahead, sit here and try to exorcise me, throw some salt and holy water at me, cut me with a silver knife,” she sighed, shaking her head. “None of it is going to work. I’m not some creature from Hell or anywhere for that matter,” she stated firmly.

She noticed the way his expression grew angrier at the mention of Sam, vengeful at the mention of his mother. Baby was striking chord after chord and she knew it. But it was the only way to get him to believe her. Though at this point, Baby was pretty sure that was impossible.

"There’s no.. There’s no fucking anti-aging cream, Dean, christ,” she let out irritably, rubbing at her eyes and looking up at him. “1967, I rolled out of a factory, went to my first.. Owner,” she cringed at the word. “A guy named Sal. He sold and gave away Bibles, kept me in decent shape but he never gave me love. If this had happened to me then, I’d look like an old hag,” Baby scoffed, rolling her eyes. “But after I sat in some lot for a couple of years, let dust and dirt wear away at me. Then some young guy came along; just got back from war, was heading home to see his girlfriend. She wanted him to get a van, be practical. But, y’know, some other guy convinced him to get this beauty of a car, said she was reliable. Flattering, Dean, really.

"So that’s where I ended up. With two young kids starting their own family after both of theirs had been broken," Baby sighed, a frown on her lips as she thought about it. "Next thing I know, I’m being rushed off to a hospital and the next day those two kids come out with one of their own. Tuft of blonde hair, green eyes, freckles.. Spitting image of his mom. Except for the fact that he was a fat baby, poor Mary having to carry your fatass around for nine months," she said with a roll of her eyes, a small, teasing smile on her lips. "And four years later, same thing except this little baby all grown up comes running out, happily helping his parents put his new baby brother into a car seat. Sammy was adorable, I can still remember those big brown eyes and how your mom never let him out of her sight, not for hours on end until John came home from work.

"Everything seemed okay for a while, things were going so well. And then there was this fire.." Baby trailed off, shaking her head and glancing at Dean with a frown. "You know everything after that, I guess," she mumbled, absently toying with her dog’s leash. "I guess what I’m trying to say is that thanks to you and your dad, I don’t need no damn anti-aging cream ‘cause you kept me in such good shape."

Baby’s eyes lit up and she held her finger up to him before sifting through her coat pocket, her fist coming out and she opened it up in front of him. Two legos splayed in her palm. “Remember these?”

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"Then don’t talk about my family like you know anything about them," he shot back at her, tone harsh and dangerous. Dean didn’t know who this woman was but he didn’t like her. She spoke like she knew him and that was rarely a good thing. 

He was thankful the tables around them were all empty so no one could overhear them as she started talking about exorcising and silver knifes. Dean wasn’t sure if she was just a good liar when it came to this or if aforementioned objects really would have no effect on her. If not, he wondered what would. What was she?

Persistant, for one! Despite all logic she kept talking, as if sticking to the lie for just a little longer would somehow make Dean believe her bullshit. And what bullshit that was! Was she… was she claiming to be his car. His car?! Dean might not know all the mysteries of the universe but he was damn certain this wasn’t a fuckin’ Transformer’s movie. Cars were cars, and that was that. They might occasionally get possessed but they were still cars, not freakin’ ladies with dogs sitting outside of cafés.

The old sting of humiliation and pain of having lost his car served to further fuel his anger and he worried about what state his teeth would be in after this conversation and the amount of jaw clenching he’d already done.

Then she started speaking of his family again, old memories - things she shouldn’t have any clue about, things Dean didn’t even remember himself - and Dean had just about had enough. How did she know all this?

The drop that made the cup run over came in the shape of two colorful pieces of lego, resting ligthly in the palm over her hand and Dean’s composure snapped. He slapped the legos out of her hand, sending them clattering to the ground, before he leaned in.

"I don’t care who the fuck you are," he hissed, "You stop following me and my family around right now and get the hell back to where you came from. Or else…" Dean didn’t bother finishing the threat, just backed up a couple of steps and pulled his phone out to call Sam and warn him.

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Baby's heart stopped in her chest and her breath caught in her throat. She swallowed thickly, lips pressed together. Her mind was racing and her head was pounding. Sam had been different; he didn't believe her, he seemed weirded out and then tried walking away. But finally, after everything, he began to believe her, accepted her.

Dean was different. Dean was angry, Dean was cold. And Baby didn't know what to do. Her lower lip threatened to quiver, but she set her jaw and nodded. Her whole body tensed after jumping when he smacked the legos out of her hand. Blue eyes widened, her heart sped up.

"Dean, wait," she pleaded hoarsely, her head pounding. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. He was supposed to believe her and they were supposed to be family. Everything was supposed to be okay..

"Dean, please," Baby let out and reached down to gather up the legos. By this point Ava was cowering in the corner, rubbing up and pawing against Baby's leg to soothe her after he sensed her distress. "You have to believe me. You know it's me," she insisted, reaching out just a bit when he stepped away. "Sam knows, he knows it's me. I just saw him a few weeks ago and we went to this same diner, We sat down and talked a-and... Please, Dean, just talk to me and let me explain everything. I'm not trying to fuck with you or harm you, you know that," Baby said firmly. "Look at me and tell me you don't believe me, Dean Winchester."

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[hollywood-fashion]

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LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon:

I am one open book when it comes to this so children and the faint of heart, look away.

Love is something else entirely. It can be romantic, familial, friendly. It can be sexually, too, which is the second part to your question, dear greyface. Sexuality isn't really a big issue in my book. I mean, we've got better-- or worse, depending on how you look at it-- things to deal with in this world rather than if a girl and girl or guy and guy are in love. I mean, hey, the more love the less hate, the better, right? I've done a fair share of experimenting in the last year or so I've been around in this world; men, women, werewolves, angels and the like. Doesn't really matter to me so long as they're good people.. Creatures.. Whatever.

Why, greyface; you interested?

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FOOD headcanon:

Mm, food. One of the things I enjoy most about being human. For years and years I've watched Sam and Dean and John eat everything ranging from some crackers to a salad (mostly Sam), from burgers to pie (mostly Dean). To be honest, I always imagined what food would taste like, why Dean got so upset when Sam forgot the pie, or why he insisted on stopping at a world renowned pizza shop in some city, or why they always grabbed meals at small town diners. Now I know. I'm really not all that picky about what I eat so long as it's good. And I can't cook, so it either has to be easy to make or already be made for me when I go to pick it up. My favorite place to eat in town is the one small diner just around the corner from Jo's bar. I go there almost every day for at least one meal. It's homemade, fresh, tasty. I enjoy being human, it's pretty awesome sometimes.

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[insomniumnox]

Ink | Sam and Baby

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 ”I’m just saying a full on sprint on your toes is likely to turn an ankle and wind you up face first in the dirt.  On something solid — tricky — sprinting through the woods in a pair of Jimmy Choo’s isn’t gonna do anyone any favours — not bad as a weapon though…”  

            A small smirk lancing across his own face then as he just looked down and grinned, “You’ve always had a ‘gender’, you’ve just never had the girlie parts to match till now.  Only these ones can’t be swapped out or hammered back into shape.  So lets just try to keep you in one piece, huh?”

     ”Yeah, y’know the Sub—?  Oh… Riiight…”  Hm… the smile fell a little at her response.  it was strange that she knew so much about them — about Sam, Dean, about their lives, about all the weird crap they dealt with as part of the ‘day job’.  But ‘normal’ references were still a bit beyond comprehension.  She’d been sitting outside…  Waiting.  While they rambled around another faceless motel (or at least the nights they hadn’t slept in ‘her’, which was still a really freaking weird thought), eating crappy takeout, watching crappy re-runs.

        “Subway… Okay.  Those six inch or foot long sandwiches.  We had a few in the Impa— We ate them in the car— In… You… Ahh… I have no idea how to phrase things… There were a few, now and then, until I got meatball sauce all over the— your front seat and then they were banned by proxy.  Anyway… Really big guy… Uh, big as in wide, not tall.  Apparently lost a ton — not literally — of weight by eating their sandwiches and… I guess the joke kinda loses something in translation, huh?”

            He did grin again though as she accepted his offer of help, giving a small nod, “I guess, for all the company you had, it must’ve been frustrating, not to be able to talk back and all… And yeah, I’m fairly sure you’re probably the most qualified to be around an engine of any kind…”

      Another nose wrinkle at the comment and his face flushed again, “Yes, yes you are.  You’re the ‘hot little sister’ that I’m gonna have to fend guys off with a stick.  Even though you’re like, way older than me.  And I still have no idea how Dean’s going to react to this.  He’s going to think all of his dreams came true at once — and trust me, I have no problem fending him off with a stick too.  …….Though I wouldn’t recommend using leather polish as face cream.”

          “Oh… Yeah, I guess.  It doesn’t have to be there… I just thought that, y’know… Maybe because it was close to your… Uh…” (for the love of god, Sam, DO NOT MAKE HAND MOTIONS) “… And… Um… Low cut tops and things — they’re gonna be a give away for anyone who know what it means… And… YES.  Fine.  Wherever you want it…”  Sam just trailed off again, conceding to the awkward again, dragging his feet a little as they walked.

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Baby's brows drew together as she tried to piece together what Sam was saying. Something about sandwiches and a fat guy and spilling meatballs all over the front seat. She scratched her head and cleared her throat.

"I still don't get what you were trying to say," she pointed out with a small, apologetic smile. "I-I remember the sandwiches and the incident; Dean pulled over on the side of the road and almost peed his pants over it," Baby giggled, her nose crinkling with a fond smile at the memory.

So many memories. All of them, the good ones at least, including the boys in some part. Her boys; John, Dean and Sam. The bad ones, too. But they were memories nonetheless, ones Baby never wanted to forget and was glad she hadn't in the transition from hunk of metal, glass and rubber to flesh, blood and emotion. Damn emotions.

Her eyes shone bright as she glanced up at him, her heart pounding excitedly. Happily. It hadn't done that in a long, long while. "You just.. You think of me as your sister?" she asked. "In a way, I mean. Like, you think of me as family, Sam? Protect me like family does?" Baby smiled, almost feeling herself overwhelmed with the sudden change in emotion. No one had called her family, showed her that she mattered so much before.

"Forget the tattoo for right now, we'll figure that part out when we get to the shop," she insisted, wiping her nose and rubbing at her eyes. "Thank you, Sam. For... For believing me about all of this because I know this is, like, batshit crazy, the whole thing. But you still came back for me. You could have just left things like they were at the diner and then never followed through with your promise. Which, hey," she held up her hands in surrender, "I wouldn't have blamed you for that, but I didn't think you were going to. Didn't ever cross my mind once. That's not who you are, we both know it," Baby smiled and reached over to give his hand a grateful, gentle squeeze.

"Thanks for not leaving me," she said quietly, earnestly. "I've been having an awful time lately and I think this is just what I needed; some family."

[kingspartycontinued]

Something special || Crowley & Baby

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"Touchy—touchy!?” Baby let out with a laugh and snorted, shaking her head. “The nerve of you, jackass. No, you may not sit here,” she told him firmly, though there was hesitance in her voice. She didn’t have any weapons, no one was even around at this point except a drunken chef in the back room. How could she sit here and deny, insult the King of Hell? Was she suicidal?

Apparently.

"I’ll tell you what, stay here a minute longer and I’ll kick your ass," Baby warned him, her eyes narrowed as she sat up a little straighter. "You’re always here to harm, you’ve never done any good for me and my family.” She stayed vague on purpose, thinking hopefully that he wouldn’t catch on, that she wouldn’t have to identify herself and that he would leave. Wishful thinking for sure, but Baby knew that Crowley hadn’t a clue who she was. No one did, not even Sam and Dean. And even then, she had to take the time to convince them.

"You may not sit, you can speak, but I’m not promising that I’ll listen," she shrugged nonchalantly. "I just want to enjoy my coffee and pie."

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Crowley blinked. Admittedly, a rather surprised at her reaction.

The nerve she had to talk like that to him. Interesting.

She almost reminded him of a certain hunter, bellowing at everything that moved. “Good I’m still in perfect shape. I’ll stand then.”, he smirked, not even thinking about leaving. Not after she behaved like that. Almost as if she knew him already and did he sense … fear?

"I don’t think I know you, do I?", he quirked a brow in question, frowning a little. "Oh, I know your family? Now, you got me on the hook. Who is your family then?§, he asked a little excited. Maybe he could find out who or what she was if he knew whom she lived with or was born with or however else she came to this world. 

"Never said, I’d eat your pie and coffee isn’t my thing anyway.", he shrugged, looking unimpressed by the threat she posed. "What’s your name then, love?", he purred. Another try to find out who she was.

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Baby felt a smug smirk tugging on the corners of her lips when she realized she had caught Crowley even slightly off guard for just a moment. She felt triumphant. And, admittedly, a little cocky. Which was never a good thing.

"You really think I'm stupid enough to tell you who my family is?" she asked, face void of expression as she glanced up at him over the brim of her coffee mug. "I'm not an idiot, Crowley. It wouldn't work in my favor at all. I don't even know what you want with me. Besides, I'm not in touch with them at the moment, it's not gonna do you any good. Won't get any info from me," Baby told him matter-of-factly.

She picked up her fork and took a few bites of pie, sipped at her coffee again and then shrugged her shoulders. "You can call me Baby," she winked, sitting back against the booth with her legs still stretched so he couldn't sit down. "Now, I know you didn't come here just for a chat. What do you want?"

[insomniumnox]

Ink | Sam and Baby

[babymetallicar67]

Baby’s brows raised and she bit on her bottom lip to stifle a giggle at the sight of Sam kneeling on the ground and letting Ava’s dog toy drop from his mouth. “Good boy,” she teased, patting his head as he stood and then huffing once he stood straight because now she just barely reached his shoulder with her hand. “Alright, note to self; buy heels to wear around Sam.” Baby shot him a grin and scooped up her pup. “Bye, don’t wreck the house,” she told the dog and then let her down after getting what seemed to be an affirmative bark in response.

"Uh, actually I prefer if we walk," she shrugged. "I’ve got a bike, but I don’t think you want to hang off the back. Plus, I should probably change the oil once before I take it out again," Baby explained, mostly rambling to herself as she walked around the kitchen that opened up to the living room. That was one concept about the house she lived in that she really enjoyed; the openness of it. All the main rooms opened up to each other, and she never even bothered to put doors up in the bedrooms. Everything was just so open, free. Even if it was just her and Ava living here, it made her feel a little less alone to be connected to all the rooms at once in some way.

Gathering up her money and stuffing it into her back pocket, Baby gave Sam a thumbs up and headed over to him. She tousled her hair a bit and grimaced.

"Sorry you’ve gotta go out with me looking like this," Baby teased slightly, closing the door behind them after walking out. "Like I said, late night, I didn’t have time to do much and make myself look all presentable. Now you’re stuck with me," she said, shooting him a grin.

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              The pat to the head and the comment made Sam’s face flush a darker shade, effectively caught acting like a five year old — not so much the ‘fearsome hunter’.  So he coughed again, trying to swallow down the slight embarrassment, and grinned down at Baby once he was standing.

     ”Heels?  Nah… You can’t run in those things, likely to twist an ankle anyway… And c’mon, since when has… Well, almost everyone, not been shorter than me?  Or… At least since I was about sixteen…”

        “Besides…”  Sam gave her a gentle nudge with his elbow, “…Technically, this is the first time I’ve been ‘bigger’ than you.  And as far as diets go… You’ve shed like… A literal ton in pure steel.  I think you’ll even give the Subway guy a run for his money.”

               Hands jamming into the pockets of his jeans, Sam toed the floor absently, fidgeting a little as Baby went to collect her belongings, not really surprised that she hadn’t gone for the ‘car’ option.  A car in a car?  Carception?  Uhm… “I can give you a hand with that later if you like?’  Referring to the oil change.  And no, he wasn’t quite the master mechanic Dean was, and he obviously knew a lot less than Baby herself — but he wasn’t exactly a slouch when it came to maintenance, having looked after her for the months Dean had been in Hell… Chrome was always shining, leather polished and kept supple.  Apart from the obviously ‘offensive’ ipod jack, there wasn’t really anything other than the norm…  He’d taken his responsibility seriously — possibly more so because she was all he had left at the time.  The only family.  The only home.

     ”Are you kidding me?  You look great.”  And he wasn’t just bullshitting to stoke her ego.  Sam had seen worse — a lot worse — usually when he was gazing blearily eyed into a mirror after one of his own late nights.  There really was no getting around the fact that she was — inappropriately attractive — something he mentally attempted to steer himself away from… 

        “SO.”  Perhaps a little too eager to slip something into the suddenly awkward silence, turning and heading for the front door, “Have you thought about where you want it?”  And didn’t that just sound all kinds of wrong?  ”Imeanthetattoo."  

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"Oh, hey," Baby began with a smirk, quirking her brows at Sam. "I can so run in heels. Are you doubting my femininity just because you're not used to me having a gender?" she asked, only joking with him but keeping her tone clearly serious. Baby loved screwing with Sam, found it hilarious whenever Dean did it and had picked up on a few things herself that she could use to tease him with. It was all in good nature, of course. She only knew how to be affectionate the way the Winchesters were and, well, that turned out to include a lot of teasing one another.

Her brows pulled together and a small frown creased her lips. "Subway guys?" she asked, shaking her head. "I don't understand what you mean by that," Baby explained and ran her fingers through her hair while they walked. "I don't.. I.. Sorry," she laughed, shrugging her shoulders. "I don't understand half the references you make, they all just go," Baby gestured her hand over her head with a whistle, "Way over my head."

And wasn't that the truth? She hardly knew what anyone was talking about when they made references to things, especially new things. Of course, there were references she understood just thanks to listening to the boys and John talk for years. But that didn't mean she truly understood all of it. Baby used the free time she had to research the occasional things she decided that she needed to know to blend in with everyone else. Other than that, she didn't have much interest in all the references people made around her.

"If you could help, I'd actually really appreciate it, Sam," Baby grinned up at him, nearly craning her neck and squinting into the sun just to see him properly.

"I could use a hand. I mean... I could do it alone, but it'd be a hell of a lot easier if you could help. Plus, y'know, it's nice to spend time with you. I've been on my own for a while, gets all boring and stuff," she rambled before smirking.

"I'm hot, Sam," Baby laughed, the skin around her eyes and on the bridge of her nose crinkling with her smile. "But it's only because you and Dean and John took such good care of me. Otherwise, I'd probably look like the old lady I really am," she shrugged, sending him a quizzical look.

"I know you meant the tattoo, what else would you mean?" Baby asked, then pursed her lips in thought. "I want it where you guys have it, is that okay?"

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Ink | Sam and Baby

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"Yeah," Baby nodded with a small smile as she ran her fingers through her hair slowly. She could trust Sam, and the way he promised her that she could never be possessed again.. It was quite possibly the most reassuring thing that she had heard in a long, long time.

"No, I want a tattoo," she decided, looking at Sam with an earnest smile. "You guys have them, and they’ve worked pretty well. I don’t want to forget to put the charm on, or have someone rip it off of me. I-I know anything can happen, really, but a tattoo is my best bet," Baby shrugged, leaning down to kiss Ava’s head and pat her side before she stood. "I promise I’ll be quick, doesn’t take long to throw on a pair of jeans. There’s food in the kitchen," she told her, lips pursed. "Um.. Kind of. And I think there’s some water bottles in the fridge, too. If not, there’s definitely beer," she mumbled, flashing him a vague smile as she moved down the hallway.

"Five minutes, Sam!" Baby told him with a grin, waving her fingers at him as she turned around and shuffled into her bedroom.

And sure enough, within five minutes she was heading out of the backroom, the master suite she called her bedroom even though she hardly ever slept in it. She had thrown on a pair of jeans and a plain tee she had been given by Becky months ago. Baby simply threw a brush through her hair and then made her way back downstairs to where she heard Ava happily barking at Sam.

"You ready to go, or do you two want some alone time?" she teased, a fond smile on her lips as she watched the two of them play.

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"Sure!  No problem, I had breakfast though, so I’m good…"

          Breakfast bacon bagel and coffee, because now that things were ticking over mentally again, his appetite had come back with a vengeance.  And there was no ‘forgetting’ or being distracted by unreality anymore.

I-I know anything can happen, really.

          Well… Yes… And… Mh… Anything — it was pretty all encompassing, but true.  Sam had been existing on suspended belief about what was possible and not-possible for the majority of his life — the strange, the weird and the unexpected cropping up more often than the normal… But at least precautions could be taken to some extent.  This being one of them.  

  - —Within all of the five or so minutes Baby was away, Sam had managed to find a pull rope and was currently on his hands and knees in the lounge, with one end of said rope between his teeth growling back at Ava, who was busy darting back and forth and trying to grab the other end…

                  …Obviously the dog had quicker reactions than the younger Winchester, and turned to trot over to her owner, while Sam spat the offending item out and sat back on his knees, wiping his mouth and having the decency to look at least slightly sheepish.

   ”I… Um… No.”  A small shrug, pushing back up to his feet.  ”I think we’re good.”

      “We’ll have to walk because I haven’t had a car in… Well… There was a crappy rental for about a month or two, and then… Uh… maybe we should just walk…”  It was a bit weird, talking about a car to… Well… A car.  Their car.  More of that ‘impossible’ right in front of his eyes.

                 ”You ready?”

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Baby's brows raised and she bit on her bottom lip to stifle a giggle at the sight of Sam kneeling on the ground and letting Ava's dog toy drop from his mouth. "Good boy," she teased, patting his head as he stood and then huffing once he stood straight because now she just barely reached his shoulder with her hand. "Alright, note to self; buy heels to wear around Sam." Baby shot him a grin and scooped up her pup. "Bye, don't wreck the house," she told the dog and then let her down after getting what seemed to be an affirmative bark in response.

"Uh, actually I prefer if we walk," she shrugged. "I've got a bike, but I don't think you want to hang off the back. Plus, I should probably change the oil once before I take it out again," Baby explained, mostly rambling to herself as she walked around the kitchen that opened up to the living room. That was one concept about the house she lived in that she really enjoyed; the openness of it. All the main rooms opened up to each other, and she never even bothered to put doors up in the bedrooms. Everything was just so open, free. Even if it was just her and Ava living here, it made her feel a little less alone to be connected to all the rooms at once in some way.

Gathering up her money and stuffing it into her back pocket, Baby gave Sam a thumbs up and headed over to him. She tousled her hair a bit and grimaced.

"Sorry you've gotta go out with me looking like this," Baby teased slightly, closing the door behind them after walking out. "Like I said, late night, I didn't have time to do much and make myself look all presentable. Now you're stuck with me," she said, shooting him a grin.

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So... what do you think of Ipods?

Is that the thing Sam tried to jack me up with when Dean was gone?...

If so, I don't like it.