If the Impala became human, I think Gabriel would love to fuck her/him. Some of it because he is fucking gorgeous (maybe if Gabriel turns her human, itâs some of his best work) and some of it just to make Dean SO jealous and competitive (âNobody shows my Baby a good time more than me!â âOh yeah, Kiddo? Bet.â)
I already love Winpala, why not WinPalabriel too? Honestly letâs just make Team Free Letâs Fuck the Car a thing!
They should all be sucking hickies into his license plate tramp stamp. And Sam should be allowed to spank the demon trap on her ass raw and rosy. Heâs the one who drew it on him after all.
And if her necklace of legos arenât rattling like they did in the vent on every thrust, is it truly the Impala?
Sheâs got two hands, a cocky grin, and enough determination to take care of his two boys and two angels proper.
He remembers what Gabriel being in the back of her felt like in Hammer of the Gods, what if he shows him what her being in the back of him feels like?
Cas should ride him, Dean should drive himself into her, Sam should be rubbing and plucking at his nipples like he is fondling Babyâs vinyl dashboard. Gabriel should keep up a running spiel of dirty talk that makes his engine rumble and the tires screech in her mind.
Do you think Sam feels an extra kinship with Baby because he WAS him at one point? Imagine how he would trace every line of her body, admiring each crease and crevice, like he would his own body. To be both familiar with her as his home and as he would be with himself?
Dean being in-sync with human!Baby just like he is with Sam. Having that pseudo-telepathic eye communication with him too and it freaks Sam out to see what he and Dean look like to other people (âare we really like that like that?â He would think while recognizing the homoerotic undertones between Baby and Dean because how could Sam not see himself in Baby just like he sees Dean in her? She is literally an extension of both of them at this point).
Baby literally not minding that Cas is an angel because like, she is a car and this new body is not really her true form either. They would get along well and Cas would admire the rumble in his voice and swagger in her step just like he is admiring one of his Winchesters. He would absolutely defer to her over his claim on the boys though. Neither he or she own them and they have both vowed that the brothers are under their protection and care, but Baby has been doing it much longer and if they admitted it aloud, better, than Cas.
Still, sheâd be charmed by Cas, love the smell of himself on Casâs trenchcoat, the way his ass conforms well to her own cushiony body like it always had. A recognition, an acceptance; he is family too and Baby always takes care of his family. Thereâs sparks when they touch, skin that used to be metal conducting grace.
Just a car, the two brothers she is a home for, and the two angels without a home they picked up along the open road they traveled together.